Vera was my Grandma. She was a creative, inspired
and saucy gal with a wicked sense of humor.
She never learned to ride a bike, so my Grandpa finally bought her the three-wheeler you see at the left. (It now lives on Vera's lovely patio.) Somehow she managed to make it fitting transportation for the "First-Lady of Redwood Falls," where my Grandpa was the mayor.
She never learned to ride a bike, so my Grandpa finally bought her the three-wheeler you see at the left. (It now lives on Vera's lovely patio.) Somehow she managed to make it fitting transportation for the "First-Lady of Redwood Falls," where my Grandpa was the mayor.
Vera was a musician, a poet, a writer and a
knitter. She owned a yarn shop called "The Knit
Whits."
Vera had no fear of power tools as long as she was wearing her "craft-safety" smock.
She loved pets, and they loved her. In fact they ONLY loved her, and protected her fiercely as they usually ended up biting me.
Vera had no fear of power tools as long as she was wearing her "craft-safety" smock.
She loved pets, and they loved her. In fact they ONLY loved her, and protected her fiercely as they usually ended up biting me.
Throughout the 1970's Vera had a fabulous
collection of wigs to rival the Gabor sisters.
She and I were very close, and when she passed away at such a young age, I didn't want her to be forgotten, so I thought a comfortable, welcoming, cafe with good food, good folks and good coffee, would be a fitting shrine, and so Vera's Cafe was born.
She and I were very close, and when she passed away at such a young age, I didn't want her to be forgotten, so I thought a comfortable, welcoming, cafe with good food, good folks and good coffee, would be a fitting shrine, and so Vera's Cafe was born.
-Wayne