This is a special memory from my own childhood.
Up until now most of my childhood stories have been about when I was a little girl but I was inspired by my friend Lisa’s post about candles on Wednesday to fast forward to this one. I hope you don’t mind.
It was 1969; I was 19 and living in Hollywood with my mom, sister and my best friend. 1969 in Hollywood! One block north of Sunset Boulevard in this huge apartment!
That day I had the apartment to myself. I was making candles out of paraffin and using crayons to color the wax. That was very in back in the 60s. I had set a tin coffee can on the gas burner and had added a few slabs to start melting.
Meanwhile, I was also very in to embroidery. That was very in back in the 60s, too. I was in the middle of outlining this beautiful ram’s head on a friend’s pair of jeans. He was an Aries! I may have lost track of time working on it because when I stood up and looked over into the kitchen there was my little coffee can with this little flame coming up out of it!
I panicked! I completely panicked and everything I ever know about fire went flying out of my head. I threw a glass of water at it! I am pretty sure there was a loud boom! The flames were HUGE and there was lots of smoke! I ran to the hallway because I knew there was a fire hose out there – but I didn’t know how to get it out or what to do! I really was in panic mode. I turned and looked back into the apartment and my little flame had returned! This time I knew what to do and I grabbed a plate and put it on top of the coffee can. Oh and I turned off the burner, too! Hadn’t thought to do that.
I was feeling such relief; my mother would never have to know. When for some reason I looked up. There on the ceiling was most of my wax. It was in beautiful gray swirls, I guess because of the smoke. There was no way she wouldn’t notice. I used the step stool and a butter knife to try to scrape it all off. What a nightmare. I succeeded in getting a very sore neck but I sure didn’t get all of the wax off. In the end I think my mom took pity on me.
I gave up candle making after that.