Pine-Apple Farm

We have three levels of Christmas tree enthusiasm.

  1. For years in which we travel out of state for Christmas, we pull a 2″ pre-lit tree out of a box, plop it on a table in the living room, and plug it in.
  2. For years in which we stay in state but don’t host Christmas, we assemble our artificial tree.
  3. For (occasional) years in which we host Christmas, we head to Pine-Apple Farm, a mile and a half from our house, and murder a live tree.

This year, we’re hosting. Our friends came by early in the morning on Saturday, December 1. We enjoyed breakfast at Richard Walker’s Pancake House, then headed to the tree farm.

Forty-five minutes later, we had a tree on the roof of our car and I had tree sap down the front of my jacket and $80 fewer dollars in my wallet.

Me in the process of cutting down our tree. The irritation visible on my face was because the tree wouldn’t fall over and I couldn’t figure out why. When I got it home and cut another eight inches off the trunk, I discovered a couple strands of fence wire sticking up through the center of the trunk, as though the tree had grown around it.

In addition to being worlds of fun, this is another item checked off my “Things to do in McHenry County” list.

Here’s what the tree looks like in our house.

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The Peacock Incident

Two days before Thanksgiving, I was following the historic walking tour of Fox River Grove when I stopped to take a photo of Grove Market. It wasn’t on the tour, but it looked old and interesting.

A woman who appeared to be in her mid-70’s was getting out of a cargo van in front of the store. She asked why I was taking the picture. I told her my hobby was local history (which is somewhat true and a lot easier to explain than the longer version). She said she could “give me a tour.”

I followed her into the building, which is now an upholstery shop. The inside was interesting — a narrow aisle led between piles of chairs and fabric. A large dog came walking to greet us, then settled back on its bed and ignored me.

The tour didn’t amount to much. The woman explained that the room I was in used to be a grocery store while the other room next to it had been a meat market. The building has been there since 1924 and her store has been in it for 35 years. She claimed she was “the only hold-out on main street.” (I can believe it. Many of the storefronts are empty and others have changed hands several times in recent years.) She showed me a photo of the store in the early days and let me take a picture of it.

She kept coming back to why I was interested. I think she found it amazing that anybody would care. I pulled out a brochure and showed her that the town had a walking tour.

She asked me what I did for work. I explained that I was a writer and what sort of writing I did. She got it in her head that I was writing about her store for work, and that seemed to worry her some, but I promised I wouldn’t.

As we were talking, I heard footsteps coming from the meat market side of the building. The woman got a sheepish look on her face. She stepped aside and there, in the aisle behind her, was … a peacock.

I hadn’t expected that.

At first, she tried to tell me she was going to eat it for Thanksgiving (which was two days away), but then she explained that she had a farm in Wisconsin. The bird had been the last to hatch in its brood, and the hen had already left with the other chicks. She had no heat in her farmhouse, so she brought it to the store to keep it warm. It was very tame and let her pet it and pick it up. I asked if I could take a picture of it. She again expressed concern that I would write about her for work. She said she’d get in trouble for having the bird in the store. I assured her that I was just pursuing my hobby, so she said OK.

We talked some about caning chairs (it costs $3.50 a hole to re-cane an antique chair) and how she couldn’t keep an upholstery shop going if she just relied on local business but she gets some corporate work from outside town. As I made my way to the door, she followed me and asked me several times to stop back in. I think she was lonely.

Ever since then, every time I’ve passed this store, I’ve wondered how the peacock is doing.

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Red and Yellow Leaves

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Lake County Discovery Museum

The last time I went to this museum, it was with my eight-year old daughter to see a Barbie exhibit. This time I went by myself, mostly because Wauconda didn’t offer enough to entertain me for a day. When I arrived, I discovered that the current exhibit was a celebration of Charles Dickens’ 200th birthday.

Before I even had a chance to pay my $6 admission fee, I spotted a basket of Charles Dickens magnetic finger puppets, so naturally I bought one.

The museum is divided into three sections. I began with the history of Lake County, which was an odd mixture of detail, brevity and randomness. It starts with several exhibits about John Alexander Dowie who founded Zion as a religious community and attracted followers by claiming he was the reincarnation of Elijah. (I don’t think he was.)

After a few displays about Indians who lived in the county and several cases full of products manufactured locally, I jumped into prehistoric times and saw a cast of a mastodon tooth.

This was immediately followed by a section on movies shot in Lake County.

This is one of the world’s first special effects movie props, a model of the battleship U.S.S. Olympia, built in 1892 by Edward Amet of Waukegan. He didn’t want to make movies, but he did want to sell Magniscope projectors and had to give potential purchasers something to watch on them.

I’m not sure who this was supposed to be or why he was standing in the middle of the room.

There was stuff about vacationing on Lake County lakes and stuff about Al Capone who visited the county upon occasion and some stuff about Chicago because it happens to be close by. This included an account of a guy from Lake County who was delivering a wagon-load of hay to the city on the night of the fire and, as he approached, was told to turn around and go back.

I wandered over to the next section, a special exhibit on the celebrity of Charles Dickens. It wasn’t really about him per se, but they did have a few personal items, like his ink well (which he apparently needed to write stuff) and a few strands of his hair.

Most of the exhibit was about stuff made to cash in on Dickens’ celebrity, like mugs and books and cards and …

The items were interesting to look at, but the descriptions were apparently written by fifth graders for third graders.

The museum is home to the world’s largest collection of postcards and related items. The entrance to this part of the museum passes a large model of Paul Bunyan standing under the Eiffel Tower naturally, because postcards about the tower and the Bunyan statue in Bemidji, Minnesota were the first to gain popularity for postcards in general.

About half the room explained how postcards have been photographed, designed and produced.

And the other half displayed different sorts of postcards that have been produced over the years.

Before radio, postcards were used to send news of major events.

Artsy postcards

Alphabet postcards and installment postcards on which the complete picture extended over several cards.

These were meant to be held up to a light source.

Silk Postcards

Somebody took a look at this eclectic mix of a museum and decided it wouldn’t be complete without a life-size mastodon statue out front. And I decided the mastodon statue wasn’t complete without a red chair shot.

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The Seven Wonders of Wauconda, Illinois

I don’t have the time or resources to be on a road trip all the time. So, to fill in the gaps, I’ve decided to take one-day road trips to towns within driving distance. I’ll wander about, take some photos, eat where the locals eat — and talk with the locals if they seem friendly — then do a post about the seven most interesting things I saw and did in the town. What follows is my first adventure.

Wauconda is named after an Indian chief who is thought to be buried where the town is located. The first white settler was Justus Bangs, and the lake in town is named Bangs Lake in his honor. The town started out as a stagecoach stop on the route between Chicago and Janesville, Wisconsin. That’s probably pushing the limits of what you want to know about Wauconda.

I drove over on a Saturday in early November to explore.

Wonder #1 — Entrance ramp onto Route 12

Have you ever seen The Blue Brothers? Than you’ve seen this spot before.

Wonder #2 — Whippletree Farm Antiques

The guy behind the counter took one brief glance in my direction and decided I wouldn’t be buying anything. In this case, he was right. The store was filled with very pricey antiques, including a two-inch long silver bulldog figurine selling for $1,300. There were a few things in my spontaneous-purchase price range, several old irons for example, but we already own several antique irons, so I left empty-handed.

Wonder #3 — Frank’s Karma Cafe

I stopped in here for lunch.

It was a tiny place, with seven tables and 18 chairs. I ordered my food and sat down at a table by the window. Here’s what it looked like when I sat down.

Twenty minutes later when I was about to leave, it looked like this.

I ordered a ham and cheese sandwich, which didn’t change my life in a significant way, but was pretty good.

They don’t sell pies by the slice, so I ordered a mini cherry pie. They make a huge deal on their web site about using lard in the crust. It wasn’t a bad pie, certainly better than any mass-produced pie, but the crust didn’t have a lot of taste and crumbled to bits. My wife’s butter crust is far superior. (I ate half the pie and brought the rest home to my wife. She enjoyed it, but also thinks her crust is better.)

A woman sat down at the table next to mine and asked me what kind of pie I picked. I told her, then asked her if she was a local. She was, so I said, “What’s the one thing in town a visitor should see before he leaves?” She thought for a minute, then thought some more. A couple at a nearby table were listening in, and I saw the wife look at her husband and smirk. When the pause had gotten embarrassingly-long, the woman said, “In the summer, the lake is pretty.” Then she said, “Ummm … we have some nice restaurants.” And she told me I’d picked a good spot for lunch.

Wonder #4 — speed table

I looked on the Internet and discovered that speed tables are used in place of speed bumps in places where it’s inconvenient to have traffic slow down. Huh?

Wonder #5 — Bangs Lake

I drove about a mile north to Cook Park, then walked down to the lake. The water was low, which left extensive mud flats along the shore. The trees on the shore were bare and the sky was gray. It wasn’t a marvelously beautiful sight, but I figured it was probably the best that Wauconda had to offer.

I grabbed the chair and my good camera and walked a quarter of a mile to a spot where several ducks were swimming close to shore. Before I could set up the chair, they took off, which was just as well because the battery to my camera was still in the car. I walked back and got it and decided on a different location — at the end of the Arthur G. Farley Accessible Fishing Pier. The previous pier was inaccessible, and the town council was unhappy with how infrequently it was used. (I just made that last bit up.)

Anyway, here’s my red chair shot.

I did the best I could. I got downtown Wauconda with the water tower in the distance, two guys in a boat out on the lake, Mallards on the right, American Coots on the left, an old wooden dock with American flags and in the right distance …

Wonder #6 — a beach that also appeared in The Blues Brothers movie.

The beach isn’t open to the public, but I looked over the fence and saw the slide that appears in the left background of the movie photo. It’s now up on shore amid the trees.

Wonder #7 — Slyce Coal Fired Pizza Company

I left Wauconda in the early afternoon, having exhausted its November sightseeing possibilities, but I came back again that night and brought my wife. There was one restaurant in town that had more and higher ratings than any other by far — Slyce Coal Fired Pizza Company. It didn’t look like a lot on the outside.

But the inside was pleasant.

As was the company.

We ordered the Fields of Blue salad, which had hearts of romaine, tomatoes, walnuts, blue cheese dressing, and Gorgonzola crumble. I’m not a fan of walnuts, but I do believe this was the best salad I’ve ever had.

There was enough for four people, but we manage to polish it off between us. I can’t remember another salad that I was sorry to see gone. Our pizza had meatballs, pepperoni, sausage, and prosciutto, and it was every bit as good as the salad.

We’ll be back.

My recommendation for a town slogan — “Ummm … we have some nice restaurants.”

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