Iris
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Rusty wrote about me on his blog. The first time I read it, I was stunned. Now what he says is being echoed quite a bit. I must be doing something right. Excuse the indulgence
The Innkeeper’s Wife
Actually, the innkeeper is the wife.
My brain is still up north in the Frankfort area. It’s such a beautiful, clean, fresh area that leaving is difficult. Arriving is easy. For the past ten plus years, we have arrived at a group of small cottages called Wayfarer Lodgings. Built sometime around the 1940s, the cabins are like a second home. Not because they are quaint and relaxed, but because the innkeeper and staff are always welcoming.
Iris and Mike Jones have owned the Wayfarer since we discovered it. Over the years, we have come to know them and look forward to seeing them every summer. We now have jokes and stories to tell about each other. Our children have come to enjoy the Wayfarer as much as we do.
Six months of the year, the innkeeper’s life is full tilt. Without her continuing warm welcome, the whole atmosphere of the little settlement would change. Her returning customers do not just mean full beds, but old friends who have bought into the Wayfarer charisma. The prices are reasonable, but one returns for other reasons. The ten cabins are a micro-town. Iris is like the mayor, greeting everyone and resolving problems.
To guests, the town seems to operate smoothly. When you think about all the pieces that must fit together to provide a great stay, you realize it doesn’t just happen. The innkeeper and her staff are there keeping everything working so we can have a relaxing visit.
Just like any other business, a smooth operation means a combination of brains and hard work. Thanks Madam Innkeeper.
Thank you for reading this note.
The Innkeeper’s Wife
Actually, the innkeeper is the wife.
My brain is still up north in the Frankfort area. It’s such a beautiful, clean, fresh area that leaving is difficult. Arriving is easy. For the past ten plus years, we have arrived at a group of small cottages called Wayfarer Lodgings. Built sometime around the 1940s, the cabins are like a second home. Not because they are quaint and relaxed, but because the innkeeper and staff are always welcoming.
Iris and Mike Jones have owned the Wayfarer since we discovered it. Over the years, we have come to know them and look forward to seeing them every summer. We now have jokes and stories to tell about each other. Our children have come to enjoy the Wayfarer as much as we do.
Six months of the year, the innkeeper’s life is full tilt. Without her continuing warm welcome, the whole atmosphere of the little settlement would change. Her returning customers do not just mean full beds, but old friends who have bought into the Wayfarer charisma. The prices are reasonable, but one returns for other reasons. The ten cabins are a micro-town. Iris is like the mayor, greeting everyone and resolving problems.
To guests, the town seems to operate smoothly. When you think about all the pieces that must fit together to provide a great stay, you realize it doesn’t just happen. The innkeeper and her staff are there keeping everything working so we can have a relaxing visit.
Just like any other business, a smooth operation means a combination of brains and hard work. Thanks Madam Innkeeper.
Thank you for reading this note.
