Lynn Haraldson, Author and Writing Mentor
By Alanna Pass – An Artist Who Writes
Write Along with Me – Blogging as a Retired Nurse
“Hey, boys,” comes a lively greeting from a tall, white-haired man, whose cheery voice emanates from an equally upbeat face that gives the impression it has spent a lifetime brimming with friendliness. The man, who is at least as old as I am, is dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a casual blue shirt that matches the color of his fun-loving, twinkling eyes.
My six- and four-year-old grandsons have just entered the assistant lighthouse keeper’s home in Two Harbors, Minnesota. The jovial man, however, isn’t the assistant keeper. He is a tourist, like us, visiting the lighthouse grounds, which are now a museum.
He points toward the corner of what would’ve been a small sitting room. “What’s that, boys?” he asks my grandsons. I haven’t crossed the threshold yet, so I can’t see what he points at.
Lynn Haraldson, Author and Writing Mentor
By Alanna Pass – An Artist Who Writes
Write Along with Me – Blogging as a Retired Nurse