The Chandelier Globe by Lori Hadorn-Disselkamp

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hadorn-disselkamp_loriAs I stood at my sink washing my chandelier globes with the scent of Murphy’s oil wood cleaner in my nose from the cabinets I just cleaned, a thought came to me.  I bet many years ago in this same kitchen the mom of this home stood right where I am standing now and washed this same chandelier globe carefully and gently.  She was probably getting ready for a party just as I was that day.  Cleaning the house every room straightened vacuumed or swept.  The bathrooms with the smell of floor cleaner and the bleach smell from the toilet cleaner trailing down the halls,  the Windex smell still hanging in the air from doing the windows.  I was lost in the moment standing there at the sink the water running just looking closely at the etched glass of the globe and thinking she probably took a long time to decide that these were the globes she wanted for the chandelier in her new dining room 43 years ago when she had this house built.  I wondered were these precious to her?  Did she have her 6 children running about playing in the backyard as she washed them or were they right under her feet asking her when the party when start?  Was she cleaning them for a birthday or was it for a thanksgiving meal she would be hosting in her new house?  Was she excited yet worried about the turkey or would that worry come the following day, because this day was cleaning day?

lorihd_globeThose thoughts connected me to someone in time that I never even meet.  We bought the house from her daughter some years after she and her husband had passed from this world to the next.  They had the house built and raised 6 children here.  Now it is our turn.  When we bought the house we had lots of wallpaper to tear down, every room to paint, carpet to throw out.  The basement we completely ripped a part and started from scratch.  Not much of the house looks like it did when we first bought it except for that chandelier.  When we walked through the house the first time I said we will have to replace it. However, when it came time and I looked around for lighting I could not find anything more beautifully etched than those globes she picked out 43 years before.  I told my husband we will keep the chandelier.

The chandelier globe connects me to the one who went before me here. Now I live where she lived and I feel her past in this house and it is peaceful.  I know that so many people want to buy new houses and have exactly what they want where they want it.  Who wants to deal with remodeling and old water heaters going out?  As for me I love that she lived here, I mean not just existed within these walls that my family calls home but that she called this place home as well.  Even though I will never meet her or know that much about her I will always feel a connection. That we have as mothers, wives and the woman of this house who cleaned the chandelier globes for a party year after year.  That is a precious realization for me.

Do you live in an old house?  Have you ever felt the connection I spoke of before?  Even if you live in a new house when you have left this world someone will be there raising their family and appreciating your taste and feeling your presence.  We are all connected in this world and the more that we recognize that intricate relationship with others the more we feel like family in this world. We as moms no matter where we are from, what we own or don’t own, how rich or poor,  all have a common bond.  We are all connected in one way or another in this world to each other.  Some connections are easy to recognize like the relationships we have with family and friends.  Others are passed over without even realizing it. Today reflect on the thought that each woman you see could be a mom and in knowing that fact alone she already has a bond with you.

Copyright 2009 Lori Hadorn-Disselkamp

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Lori Hadorn-Disselkamp is first and foremost a mother of four children under the age of 17. She has been married to the love of her life, Aaron, for over 19 years. Lori has been writing at her own website Faith Filled Mom for over 6 years. She writes about the journey of faith we live daily and how we can recognize God in this world. She has completed her 3rd year of teaching theology at a high school level and is also a current student of Loyola University Extension Program of Ministry earning a Master’s Degree in Religious Education. Her life is busy, exciting, overwhelming at times but always bursting with her faith in God. Lori hopes that you will find something that might touch your heart in her writing so that she can continue to pursue her purpose in life; to bring people closer to God one word, one moment at a time.

2 Comments

  1. Lori – I could completely relate to your article. I think about these things all the time. My family lives in an old home that has been in my husband’s family since construction was completed in 1920. My husband has lived in it his whole life. Now we are raising our three children here.
    Our house was initially my husband’s grandparents home, then his parents and now ours. But it has always been grandma’s home – even long after she’s been gone. Our house was her pride and joy. She raised seven children here.
    My mother-in-law raised four children here and she left her touches as well.
    So yes, I feel the connection you mentioned. It’s a nice connection and I’m very grateful for it.

  2. I live in a newer house (we are the first owners) – only 10 years old. We have seen 7 of our 8 kids born right here in our house. We have seen winter storms and power outages, hot days when we wish we could live in the spray of the sprinklers, and lots and lots of sunny days (here in sunny Colorado). We have had good times and hard times here. We have made memories which I hope will stay with our kids.

    We live in a manufactured home, which means that 100 years from now, our house will probably not exist. But the life we live here will still make a difference to those who know us, if we live the way God wants us to. Generations may not live here on the ‘ol homestead, my great-grandchildren will not be here to enjoy the giant trees that will grow from the tiny Ponderosa Pine seedlings we planted last year, but hopefully the life of one family makes this house a home.

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