"Late Afternoon"

....With childish affection I love to peep through one of the old windows of the historical Old Homestead - just around the corner, locked up now and empty for many years - and I try to recall the days gone by.
Who came through the old front door after a hard day's toil amongst the nearby pastoral country, vineyards, citrus trees?
How many lived in the old homestead?
How many loved and died there?
Aren't we fortunate to be able to have some history standing timeless and untouched now, in our world, cobwebs glistening in the late afternoon on the old hall cupboard, and the lantern which gave light and comfort to the pioneers of this area, and lanterns which gave us light to sing around the piano at night...

And lanterns - which I, myself, in my youthtime read by at night...when the 32v lighting generator was switched off at precisely 9.30pm...or the wind generated free-light failed...
What memories are our own children going to have I wonder - as I look through the old window...into the past.