There were just twelve coloured bulbs, wired in a loop, and for as long as I can remember they adorned the family tree each year. In these days of LEDs, flashing lights, sequenced lights etc it's hard to believe that something that simple could have appeared so magical to young eyes.
For reasons of safety, the lights were retired some years ago, but before I dispose of them I wanted to give them one last opportunity to shine; it looks as if three of the sockets have shorted out, so the remaining nine bulbs are carrying an extra sixty volts between them - hence their somewhat brighter than normal display and somewhat shorter than normal life-expectancy:
Perhaps the most amazing thing is that this bulb is the only one remaining from the original set:
and here it is, ready to go out in a blaze of glory:
Or perhaps, just perhaps, I'll find somewhere to keep this one bulb as a memento of so many happy times...
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