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Beauty in Lights

The name, Designers Fountain Lighting, brings up images of me in my second foster home. I don’t have many memories there because I was there for less than a year. The two saddest memories I have were that my grandfather and Elvis Presley died. But I don’t want those memories to be the focus of this blog post.

My foster mother, a college for nursing student, who was also diabetic and a foster father who was into politics. That’s all I really knew about him. I don’t know if he was running for office, just that I had to help him stuff envelopes and mailboxes.

They didn’t have any children and I don’t know if they planned on having any. I wondered if it had anything to do with her diabetes. Not that I asked, but I thought about it.

Their house was nothing fancy, but it was very nice. I loved the dining room wall, which had glass tiles. I don’t remember the designs on the tiles, I just remember how pretty I thought they were.

Some time during my short stay there, they purchased a new couch, which she kept the plastic on. Sure made me not want to sit on it. But it was better than sitting on the floor and since there was only “his” chair, there weren’t many choices.

What I loved was the lighted fountain they bought. It was a coffee table fountain with two angels spouting out water. I think they were each holding a bowl. the lights made them look even more angelic.

I was only 13 and don’t remember all the details. I loved the lighted oil fountain that hung on the ceiling by a thick chain even more. i thought it was cool that water or oil could go down the way it did without spilling out. It was the first time I had ever seen one. I didn’t believe it was oil so I touched it. I thought it was water. Good think it wasn’t hot oil.

That was just one of several foster homes that I lived in for a short time. Although sad memories resurface once in awhile, it was a long time ago and I no longer feel that sadness. I’d still rather remember the pleasant memories like the beauty they brought to their home.