Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Green Bay Memories

Kaap's Restaurant


1. My first experience in Kaaps Restaurant was probably around the time of my birth 1948, which now seems like a long time ago. I was born to eat their: chocolate covered candy, fresh real vanilla and chocolate ice cream with tiny bits of frozen ice, their mint ice-cream served in a chilled silver dish with dark chocolate syrup draped over the top. I was born to sit in an exotic smoky booth and watch my mother busy charming the bartender. I was born to get my first stuffed toy that smelled of food and cigarettes. That when I pressed my nose to the dog’s fake fur I’d see a whole world come into view. A world of festive people at Christmas time when Kaaps would decorate their two front windows. It was a magical world framed by spray-on snow. I was balanced on the tips of my toes to get a look. My Lou’s Bootery black Mary Jane patent-leather shoes bending and cutting into the top of my foot. What pain did I notice? The slushy snow chilling. What cold did I notice? The inside of this fairy tale world held my attention, my imagination. That’s when I noticed my favorite toy. The stuffed creature that would be my best friend for years to come.

Thursday, September 05, 2013

Green Bay Memories

Green Bay Memories

1948-1960's Food:
Bilotti's Pizza:
Bilotti's opened in 1956. It was established by Ray Bilotti in De Pere where it remains to this day. As a teenager in 1961 to1966 we always called it Danny's pizza and would come from Green Bay to the parlor as a group. It was "The Place to Be".  Usually we crammed into one booth. We were always starved and the pizza came out piping hot but of course we'd pull out a slice and begin to gulp down the delicious cheese topping, sauce, and thin crust in one bite. I was often tempted to order something other than a pizza but to no avail. I simply adored their food, which won a place in my memory bank of delicious pizza pie.
Kroll's East:
Kroll's East has been open since 1935. I am sure we ate their food since 1948. My mother, Peggy Murray Flatley loved the homemade dumpling soup. She literally hummed while she was eating the soup. The chili was terrific. My sister loved the burger with a pat of butter on their very special buns. My father loved the perch plate with the bones, he swore it tasted better that way. But my favorite was their fish burger which was called a seaburger.  
(Seaburger in on the top left of the picture)

I tried ordering a seaburger anywhere else in the world and they would look confused and say"what did you want?!!"

When I attended East High School, a group of us would pile into Pam's car and rush over to Kroll's for lunch. We stuffed ourselves into a booth. The place was always hopping. We would put money into the Juke Box selection that was at every booth. Then we'd play a game with the song titles and after each title we'd add the words- 'under the covers'. This game would keep us laughing til the food appeared. I was starved and once the seaburger was placed in front of me I would rip open the carefully wrapped burger, bite into the crusty roll, oozing with tartar sauce, a pat of melting butter, fresh lightly breaded and deep fried fish and practically swoon. Oh god, could life get any better than this! Butter may have run down my chin but I was too busy chewing to worry about how I looked.

As a family we would come in on Friday and order perch plate with or without the bones.  Can you imagine...Lake perch! I currently live in New England and there's nothing like that Lake perch. Nothing! My parents would wave to friends from our large active table of seven family members. Their friend were in family groups as well. It was a community experience, it was the place to be on Friday night.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Monday July 29, 2013

Malus Domesitca

The apple tree bloomed in May with tiny white blossoms. A gentle breeze picked up the scent and tossed peddles into the air. By the end of May the grass became a white carpet. In June small green fists of fruit hung from a multitude of branches. A summer storm shook all the round unripened fruit to the ground.  The apple tree rotted from inside out and became a hollow center encircled by curling dark brown bark.
Oil painting on canvas board  Peggy M. Flatley 1964

Thursday, April 18, 2013

HAARP looking clouds

Nothing Stranger than reality

Strange clouds today

For hours there was a blanket of thick cotton looking clouds over casting our fair town.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Thursday, February 14, 2013