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Bed & Breakfast and Country Retreat

Yes, we even have a store.


With the tourist season in full swing, we have again stocked the shelves of the oak Hoosier with treasures. Our guests like taking a “bit” of Nebraska back home with them. We have our Indian beadwork, chokecherry products, embroidered dish towels, felted trail totes, knit scarves, mittens, and note cards by Russ Finch.

We have a great supply of chokecherry jelly and syrup. Many of our breakfasts feature the chokecherry products. Chokecherries are native to Nebraska, and when we bought the Barn, chokecherry bushes were growing in profusion. So much so that Allan decided to thin some out, and as he was completing this task he found the out house, which had been hidden by the chokecherry bushes and forgotten.

The chokecherries are beautiful small berries that ripen to a deep red, and it is always a race with the birds to see who gets them first. I’d always believed that the name, chokecherry, came from the fact that the dark red berry is very tart. But seeing how they grow wild here, makes me wonder if they got their name because they choke everything else out. Friends and neighbors love to come pick our berries, because they are much larger than most. Probably because they do receive water from our landscaping and perhaps because they date back one hundred years. The chokecherry bush has a beautiful smooth bark, and some of our friends build beautiful garden tables and chairs from this wood. We love our chokecherry bushes and the delicious dark red jelly and syrup that they give. The Baer family from Carpenter, Wyoming makes our jelly and syrup for us, and we love sharing it with our guests.

The hand embroidered flour sack dish towels that are for sale in our store are a labor of love for my mom. She takes great pride in her dish towels and is a perfectionist. The Dutch girls or nursery rhymes are her favorite patterns, and she meticulously chooses the color of each pair of pants to little jackets, as a true artist would. At the foot of her chair a small wicker basket holds her skeins of thread. Now these are a mass of winding, twisting color. Although her stitches are meticulous, the embroidery thread in the basket is a mass of tangled thread, which puts her in a state of dismay. But she can magically pull the right color and right amount from the chaos of thread, snip it off with her tiny scissors, and create one more piece of art. The embroidery hoop that she uses was her mothers. So lets see….that would make it how old? After all, mom herself is 100 years old this July.

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