Abstract
When mother-in-law got electricity, she carried the paraffin lamp outside, and smashed it against a stone.
There was only one cold water tap and an outdoor privy.
When I moved to this place [from the old farm-house], and got a bathroom, I grabbed my old potty, and went outside and smashed it against the same stone.It was a nice lamp—majolica. Just imagine if one had still got it!This story was told at a craft inventory in 1977–1980 in the Sigtuna district, just north of Stockholm.1 The family we visited had left its farm for a nearby suburban home, when the land was required for Arlanda International Airport in 1979.