Eternal Flame
On Christmas Eve, all night long, my great grandmother left a light on in the living room window, just like her mother, and her grandmother, and back in the Old Country, her great grandmother. The light shining in the darkness during the shortest days of the year is a family tradition, which I continue to this day. Here are three vignettes about why I do so. I hope you enjoy them.
Cohasset, MN, a house on Lake Sissabakwet, near the mouth of the Mississippi River, December 2