Thank goodness for Jenny. There was a time many years ago when the power would fail fairly often in the winter. We all got used to it. If it occurred at dinner time we would pile the kids in the car and head for our favorite near-by restaurant. There, we would run into our neighbors, also enjoying a meal and make jokes about when the power would come back on again.
One year I took my middle daughter  back east during the summer. We went to Sturbridge Village and learned about how people lived in the olden days. My  daughter insisted on buying an old lamp, the kind you put a candle in with a glass frame around it. When we got home I didn’t want any lit candles around unless necessary so the lamp sat in her room waiting for the perfect moment. (This was the daughter who stayed up far later than I did, reading. She was a night owl and I had long since given up on a bed time for her. If she wanted to read, she could. If she left a light on, it seemed better than a flash light under the covers so I chose to ignore that the light was still on when I went to bed.)
Then came the evening the lights went out again. There she sat, Buddha style on the bed with her home work spread around her. The lights went out, they came back on, then out, then on. “You can  do it” she shouted . “You can do it!” and finally the lights gave up and she found a match and enjoyed the short time with her candle lit lamp. It didn’t last long. It never did but she discovered that doing home work by candle light is not easy.
When we moved back here ten years ago we bought a house that had a generator. It was old and we never put it to use, but we did have a few times when the electricity failed, so when we updated some of the power in the house, we installed an automatic generator powered by natural gas. The lights went out one morning when the Otterbees were here and I started counting to ten. The ladies looked at me as if I was nuts, but at the count on ten, “Jenny” put the lights on and we all laughed. It wasn’t crucial that we have power but it was a nice magic trick.
Every Friday Jenny cranks on for about ten minutes to let us know she is there and on the job. Our next door neighbor took a look at ours and did the same. His cranks on earlier on Friday.
Tonight the lights went out. I started counting. Jenny was a bit slow tonight. I got to 14 before the power cranked on. We used the microwave to heat our dinner. Not every thing in the house is on Jenny but the essential things are: the water, the fridge, the microwave, the furnace, the main lights and the TV. Our neighbor’s Jenny is cranking as well. The rest of the street is dark. I suppose they have a good excuse to go out to dinner. I am happy to stay here . Thank goodness for Jenny.

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4 Responses to jenny

  1. Lisa says:

    I love Sturbridge Village! We bought some similar candle-lamps at a craft sale and teh family used them at the electricity-free cabin for several summers. It was nice to have them, and the glass made us all feel a bit safer with the kids around the candles. I love nights when the power goes out!

  2. Ashley C. says:

    How clever to name it Jenny!

  3. Ruth says:

    What a fun slice to read — I enjoyed how you moved through time in this short slice. Thanks for sharing, Ruth

  4. blkdrama says:

    Love that Jenny…especially as I wake up on this snowy morning with everything working.

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