This lamp reminds me of going to my uncle’s farm in the Kwa-Zulu Natal midlands when I was a pik.
There was no electricity so evenings were lit with gas lamps like this. I learnt to keep the handle down (as you see here) otherwise you burn your hand when you pick up the lamp. Also, there was no TV, in fact, not even radio – though I sure they had a something to hear the news. We used to sit a night and chat and read.
I also learned to wash my feet before getting into bed. Everyone on the farm did this. Not that it is so strange, but it was a strict rule. Today I can’t sleep unless I wash my feet before getting into bed.