| This
section
is
dedicated
to
stories
about
how
Handi
products
were
used
-
and
sometimes
misused.
The
story
of
the
flying
light
During
world
war
2
the
story
is
told
to
me
by
my
older
brothers
&
mother
,
I
wasn't
thought
of
then.
At
night
the
power
would
go
out
and
my
father
would
light
up
the
trusted
pressure
light
.
Next
thing
the
warden
(officer
to
insure
darkness.
This
was
to
stop
enemy
plains
from
having
a
target
to
drop
bombs
on)
would
come
and
yell
at
dad
not
so
politely
PUT
THAT
!!!!!!
light
out
it
is
like
a
beacon
and
lighting
up
the
whole
street
.
This
was
on
a
good
night
when
dad
would
get
the
light
to
work
.
The
bad
nights
he
would
try
to
light
it
as
per
usual
but
it
wouldn't
light.
So
after
talking
to
it
for
a
hour
,
not
so
politely,
with
all
the
names
he
called
it
(
I
have
never
found
another
light
with
that
brand
on
them
).
He
would
pick
up
the
light
(still
not
working
)
take
it
to
the
back
door
and
THROWING
it
as
hard
as
he
could,
talking
to
it
as
it
was
flying
in
the
air
then
landing
in
the
bushes.
Next
day
my
mother
would
go
and
retrieve
it
.
that
night
the
same
thing
again
.
So
if
you
find
a
light
all
battered
and
bent
this
may
of
been
my
fathers
light
.
If
the
light
is
not
dented
at
all
look
after
it
and
don't
treat
it
this
way
it
wont
help
it
to
work
.This
is
what
did
happen.
-
Albert |
