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This object is a decorative lamp from Eldon House. It was initially a candleholder, crafted in India out of enamelled brass, and later converted into an electric lamp. This candleholder was purchased by the Harris family during their trip to India at the end of the 19th century. Candleholders would not be an economical means for average or impoverished Indian citizens to light their homes. Even today, much of India’s population uses oil lamps or other combustible fossil fuels for lighting purposes. As a result, this lamp being constructed as a candleholder indicates that the product was likely intended for purchase by non-Indians (tourists), the wealthy, or those who were both, like the Harris family. Additionally, brass is a metal common throughout India, and the country has a long history of producing the material in decent quality. The lamp was likely made of brass due to its commonality and economical availability. India, as a British colony, created products like the candleholder in order to profit from the overflowing pockets of British and British colony citizens who wanted to own bits and pieces from the parts of the world they dominated. Its eventual conversion into an electric lamp by the Harris family is also notable. In the earliest days of electric technology, it was very expensive to own and convert electrical appliances. The conversion of this candleholder into a lamp thus illustrates the Harris family’s wealth in comparison to typical English-Canadian families of the time.

Further Reading:

• Witkowski, Terrence H. “Colonial consumers in revolt: Buyer values and behavior during the nonimportation movement, 1764–1776.” Journal of Consumer Research 16, no. 2 (1989): 216-226.

• Gmünder, Simon Michael, Rainer Zah, Somnath Bhatacharjee, Mischa Classen, Prodyut Mukherjee, and Rolf Widmer. “Life cycle assessment of village electrification based on straight jatropha oil in Chhattisgarh, India.” Biomass and Bioenergy 34, no. 3 (2010): 347-355.

• Kharakwal, J., and L. Gurjar. “Zinc and brass in archaeological perspective.” Ancient Asia 1 (2006): 139-159.

• Echtner, Charlotte M., and Pushkala Prasad. “The context of third world tourism marketing.” Annals of Tourism research 30, no. 3 (2003): 660-682.

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The Cut & Colour activity I designed for Eldon House was a huge success! Mix and match accessories to create your own Victorian portrait. Even a frame!

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Our new Spring window for the Easter season!

This is the first of a few windows that we’re doing in conjuncture with Eldon House, who are getting ready for their own Easter celebrations!

Swing by Attic Books to take a look and get some information about the exciting events coming up this Spring.

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With it’s history, Eldon House in London, Ontario is almost expected to be haunted. Lots of people have claimed to have seen and heard weird things. The most famous claim was before it was even a museum. The family that lived there had thrown a ball and several attendants had apparently seen the ghost of a man named Wenman Wynniatt. But that’s a different story, not the one I want to share with you. I want to share with you my own experiences at Eldon House. When I was in seventh grade, my class was learning about local history and with London being a small town with not a lot of history buffs, our teacher was actually a retired curator at Eldon House. I had never previously been to Eldon House but had passed by it a few times so I didn’t know much about it. When it was announced that we would be taking a field trip to Eldon House, our teacher held a quick discussion in class about what we would expect at Eldon House and someone had asked if it was really haunted. I remember her answer quite clearly, she sounded almost annoyed with the question. She said that she had worked there a very long time and never believed it was haunted, that any weird noise was just the creaky house or the shoddy electrical wiring. I was personally comforted by her response. I’ve believed in ghosts my whole life but I didn’t believe that just because a place was old, it was haunted and if she had worked there for so long, obviously she knew what she was talking about. My best friend, Meghan, felt the same way, we left on that field trip expecting nothing but an old house with creaky floors and bad wiring. We were all looking out of the bus’ windows at the house as we arrived. As we were pulling to a stop, I had thought I’d seen something in one of the upstairs windows but it was gone in a second. I asked Meghan and Noel, the girl sitting in front of me, if they had seen anything, they both told me they hadn’t and that anything I had seen was probably some kind of reflection off of nearby cars or buildings. I put it out of my head, telling myself I was just paranoid. We split into two groups, each going with a staff member for a tour. Me and Meghan had been split apart but when the teacher wasn’t looking, I had sneaked off to join Meghan’s group. In every room, I was struck by a familiarity. Even now, I can’t explain it. Just major deja vu. Meghan had even stopped her regular joking around when she realized something was off with me. She pulled me away from the group a little and asked me if I was alright, she said I looked like I was ready to be sick. I told her I had a weird deja vu-like feeling, like when you’re on the cusp of remembering something important. Before we could talk more, we were scolded by our tour guide but even as we continued on, Meghan stayed close. Eventually the feeling went away and I started enjoying the tour, frequently admiring the old paintings on the walls.

Later we were allowed to roam on our own to check out anything we didn’t see enough of. Me and Meghan headed upstairs to the bedrooms that were all sealed behind glass. We stopped infront of a childs room and made a game out of trying to see little details of things from our distance at the glass. At one point, Meghan stopped and shushed me and told me she was really cold all of a sudden. Her arms were covered in goosebumps but I felt fine, warm even. It didn’t make sense to me, I looked and there wasn’t an air duct near us that I could see, it was a warm day, everywhere else in the house was warm from all of the students and staff. Slightly freaked out, I grabbed her hand to lead her downstairs and stopped, I noticed it felt like ice. It wasn’t just cold, it felt like there was no heat coming from her skin at all. I told her how cold she felt and she just said she wanted to leave, that something didn’t “feel right”. Obviously she was a little freaked out so I took her hand again and lead her to the stairs. I let her go down first and was about to step onto the first step when I heard a something like a whisper from behind me, I couldn’t make out any words but it was enough to make me whip my head around. Seeing nothing behind me I turned my attention back to the stairs, Meghan was already almost at the bottom and had turned to ask me what was wrong, already colour was coming back to her cheeks. I told her it was nothing and stepped onto the stairs. I hadn’t gone maybe two steps before I felt something slam into my back, I lost my footing for a few steps before grabbing the banister, knocking into Meghan, almost sending us flying. Our teacher who had just been coming through a doorway scolded us for not being more careful on the stairs. Thoroughly freaked out at this point, I told her I felt like something had pushed me. She scoffed at us and told us not to spread more stories about Eldon House.

It wasn’t long after that it was time to leave but my back was killing me. When we settled into our seats on the bus, Meghan took the outer seat and lifted up the back of my t-shirt slightly, blocking the isle with her body in case anyone saw my bra. Meghan gasped and quickly lowered my shirt. She asked me quietly if I had had gotten in a fight before the field trip, if anyone had hurt my back before that day. I told her no and asked why. She told me my back had puncture marks that looked like nails marks. They weren’t deep and they weren’t bleeding but some skin had been pulled back like someone dug their nails into me. We didn’t speak the entire ride back to school and it became a silent agreement that we would never speak of this ever again. To this day, we’ve never actually discussed what happened but I’ve always wondered.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: 10/10 for scares and thank you for sharing! (I added two links to more information!)