For visitors to Paw Paw, Mich., a stop at Warner Vineyards is a must — and not just because my Dad’s name was Warner. For one thing, the grounds are gorgeous, with lush landscaping, its own little “river,” bridges and…
For visitors to Paw Paw, Mich., a stop at Warner Vineyards is a must — and not just because my Dad’s name was Warner. For one thing, the grounds are gorgeous, with lush landscaping, its own little “river,” bridges and…
It was fun… and, frankly, a little emotional… re-connecting with my Dad’s bakery roots in Wisconsin, first by visiting some of my cousins in Dad’s hometown of Eau Claire, and then by stopping by a Danish bakery that specializes in…
My Dad was a baker. Although he met my Mom during World War II while building airplanes at Douglas Aircraft in California — he was a supervisor of some sort, and she was a “Rosie the Riveter” — he grew…