Voice of the People
This place at the State Park west of the Pavilion where they watch
sunsets I remember from the summer of 1985 when I used to take my Mom down
there to see the sunsets every evening in summer.
She enjoyed it but always wanted to leave right as soon as the sun went down
below the horizon. But I wanted to stay there until dark! So we argued about
it! Muriel Reese, a local artist of Swedish descent heard us arguing one
time and urged us to stay for 45 minutes for the Wonderful “After” glow in
June. Muriel’s husband was also there. He was the son of a local Swedish
Methodist minister, Rev. Andrew Reese.
At the beach in 1985 we talked of those days in 1936 when Muriel was my
Sunday School teacher when I was six years old. She said “You were sure
cute!” (Ha Ha). I replied “So were you!” She gave me a hard look! (Ha Ha)
Muriel was lovely and vivacious.
Sincerely, Ed Gustafson
(No longer Cute! Alas!)
P.S. I remember when they built this parking lot about 1965. They destroyed
a nice picnic area and a lot of dunes in the process!