The museum opened in the spring.
It was called the Keeper's Light, and it was in the old lighthouse at the end of the point. The ground floor had photographs and letters and the tools my father had used. The first floor had a history of the lighthouse and the keepers who had worked there. The second floor had a small theater where they showed a film about the restoration.
And the lantern room had the chandelier.
It spun slowly, day and night, and the light from the windows caught in the glass and threw patterns on the walls. Visitors came from all over the country to see it. They stood on the glass floor and looked up, and they watched the light spin, and they were quiet.
I went there every day. I climbed the spiral staircase, which I knew by heart, and I stood in the lantern room and
