This place is gone now. I had been going there since the late sixties. My parents took me there for breakfast, I took my kids and eventually I took my grandchildren. The food, the service, and the prices were always right. We sat and talked about family things and of course about the many festivals in town. It was a place where you could pause and appreciate each other. It is part of my journey now as it joins the other things I grew up with and have watched pass into time. Funny, I took the photo knowing it would be added to the list of deleted. It worked too well. Sadly, the city thought it needed a “better” downtown and the Baker Hotel bought out the Manor House during the downtown revitalization project.
The owners have relocated to South Elgin and I go there from time to time but the memories are here. Breakfast as we watched the Fox River, is it high this time or is it low. All the time it just flows past this spot generation to generation. With or without a restaurant to view it from.
This white octagonal lighthouse sits on the shore of the Fox River in Geneva, Illinois. It was built by the Fabyan’s on their riverside estate approximately, 1905. The Fox river today does not see any commercial traffic, just recreational vehicles and land tourists. The light was built in defiance of what the state considered navigatable waters. One could only imagine giant ships bringing goods up and down the river from town to town. The Fox River Valley.
This tree has been around as long as I can remember. It was there when I was younger and it is still there now that I am older. It does look like it is going to fall into the Fox river and it has looked that way fro quite some time. This used to be a quiet place to think and swim and fish on those hot summer afternoons. Today someone has found my tree and made it a park with port a potties and paved roads to get there. The only way I knew to get there was to go by train trestle. There were three of us and we could not take our bikes because they would just be in the way. The trains rarely came but the path was so rough you would just wind up walking the bikes to where we were going. To the tree, to the place of summer refuge.
To the left of the tree where you can not see was a meadow. It was a great place to make a fire and cook the fish we caught. Well I always wanted to cook the fish but I hate fish. It was the camaraderie that I liked. Our shared secrets and personal stories. We all came from poor and large Catholic families so the issues were always the same. Food and privacy were scare and this was just a little piece of heaven for us.