A second very real ghost from the same bygone era once occupied a house only a short distance from Cannery Row. Although the house predates the days when the sardine was king, the ghostly happenings recorded in this Monterey home had their beginnings during the heyday of Old Cannery Row.

The story, as related to the author, had it beginning in the 1930s when the man of the house passed into the great beyond. Sensing his time was near, the man made a few last requests, among them being an expressed desire that his wife not work. All went well until the canneries began operating double shifts and an urgent call went out for workers. Being but a few minutes' walk from this booming industry, and having time on her hands, the wife decided to give the canneries a try.

Securely locking her house each day as she left for work, the lady returned at the end of her shift to find the house still securely locked - but the interior a shambles! Day after day this took place, and night after night the tired lady would spend her time putting the house back in order. Finally, totally frustrated and tired of cleaning her house each evening, the lady quit her job ... and from that time on her house remained as neat as a pin.

Many years later a second rather strange occurrence is described as having taken place at this same Monterey address. On occasion, when the widowed wife of the above tale would entertain her grandson on periodic visits, the young lad would be placed in an adjoining room where he could sleep without being disturbed. Upon checking the boy to be sure all was in order, a "luminous fog" was often observed hovering over the child ..., as if guarding the lad and offering its protection.