Getting into the light. curated by andelys

Father’s job was to go around advertising for the ESB. He was very good at it and convinced many people to buy electricity. We were the first people in our little area to get electricity.

It was a dim light but brighter than candles. The light had a yellow glow to it. The day I switched on the light for the first time was magical, it was a soft glow. It was a very special day in my life. It also meant no more generators. My Mother had much more time on her hands to do what she wanted. She grew to like the electricity.

In school all my friends and I could talk about was the electricity, my Father was right, we were very lucky to live in that time.