Pavel, I had known what a rigmarole it was going to be I would probably have gone out and bought a holesaw (which I didn't have at the time) and do that but once started it just kept rolling..................
As long as they are maintained and kept filled, a paraffin (kerosene) lamp is more reliable than the old lectrickery in a storm - I have a few oil lamps and one very cold Xmas we were persuaded to go with the carol singers, several of who had state of the art battery lamps and sneered at our smelly old lamps, they didn't sneer an hour later when their hands were so cold they couldn't turn the pages while our ungloved hands were toasty

We were invited into the huge kitchen of the old farm down the lane for tea, punch, mince pies and a warmup, after she had served everyone, Ethel, the dear old farmers wife caught the whiff of our lamps which we had left outside in the scullery and insisted we brought them in and had a few verses of one of her favourites with no other light - said it had taken her right back to their old farm before they were kicked off for the Stanford Battle area to be created.
I have a Fairbanks Z type in the engine room which drives a 24v Edmundson type gauze brushed dynamo used to keep my battery of NIFE cells charged (standby lighting) one day I was running it and the old lady who lived down the hill from us (and I'd known since birth) tottered round and asked if I'd mind if she just sat and listened to it for a while, I found up something a bit more comfy than the old Bullards beer barrel I use as an oily rag store and seat and left her to it, half an hour later I checked to see what the field coil was taking and found her sound asleep so I dropped the voltage and just let the engine run rather than stop. When she woke up I heard that her parents had lived in a big place down in Wiltshire when she was a child and several times a week the gardener would start a similar old engine up to pump water and charge the accumulator battery, something which had been special to her, while the sound of the exhaust had reminded her of it, when she sat down with the warmth, sound and especially smell, she had closed eyes and was back 80 odd years for a while. This was repeated several times over the years until she was unable to walk, even then she would sometimes say that she hadn't heard the engine for a while so I'd crank up when next I saw her window open.
I shudder to think what todays youngsters will remember in years to come, since the EU advised against smells and the UK civil service banned them completely when they implemented the Directive, oops, sorry, confusing that with the Pressure Equipment Directive
