Our family has been part of the landscape of Kresgeville for over 70 years. It’s a quiet place, and that suits us just fine. It was settled in the 1760's and founded by the Kresge family. Their descendant, Sebastian Spering Kresge, went on to found K-Mart. (Click to read more...)
There are a lot of farms and fields and not much in the way of flashy entertainment, but the simple pleasures around us more than compensate.
Right around the corner is Haydt’s Meat Market. When you read “free range organic” on a meat label, this is the idyllic farm you imagine. Their beef is phenomenal, and don’t get us started on the bacon. They also happen to have a smoked horseradish cheddar that pairs perfectly with our Vin Di Pasqualina.
A good hoagie is worth its weight in gold. (For those of you who refer to them as subs or heroes, hoagie is the preferred local vernacular.) The Kresgeville Deli is a great place to grab a sandwich, fries, and ice cream. Their Reuben sandwich is particularly delicious.
A little further up Route 209, our friends at Aces Gourmet serve up some great food. Millie, our resident Sicilian grandma, swears by their soups. They make great wraps, salads, cookies, and muffins to grab and go. If you like what you taste, they also do catering.
When you’re this close to Brodheadsville, we recommend paying a visit to a very beloved local exhibit at the Western Pocono Community Library. It houses a collection of dioramas by the late and great Phoebe Conrad. She made a very impressive series of scenes from children’s stories. She carved each figure from wax, sewed their little clothes, and painstakingly constructed tiny furniture and foliage. The attention to detail is outstanding, right down to the tiny words “Some Pig!” woven onto on Charlotte’s Web.
Our winery is also a stone’s throw away from Beltzville State Park. It boasts a 525 foot sand beach, paddleboat/kayak/motorboat rentals, trails for hiking and biking, and areas to hunt and fish. Visitors may also water ski, if they wish. It’s the perfect location for a picnic, and during summertime they do have a concession stand with food available. A covered bridge built in 1841 across the Pohopoco Creek was relocated to the park at public request, to be used by pedestrians. It bore horses and buggies back in its day.
Hickory Run State Park is only a twenty minute drive away. It’s enormous – over 50,000 acres. It features over 40 miles of hiking trails, a beach, miles of trout streams where you are able to fish, hunting grounds, extensive campgrounds that also offer cabins for rent and hot showers/bathrooms, and geocaching. But the most striking feature of all is Boulder Field, a National Natural Landmark. The vast expanse of stones is truly a sight to behold.
We hope you take the time to explore our little village. Its charms may be simple, but they’re very worthwhile. (Click to hide.)
Seventy-odd years ago, the men in our family were looking for a place to go hunting. Grandma Millie, our matriarch, was just a girl at the time. Her mother Nana saw an ad in the New York Times advertising 80 acres with an old farmhouse, a barn, and an old school from the 1800’s for sale. Should anyone wish to view the property, the landowner would pay for their train fare to Stroudsburg and put them up in the Indian Princess Hotel. They would also in a free set of Melmac dishes. (Click to read more...)
Nana and Aunt Jo made the journey to see the property. The entire kit-and-caboodle was on sale for $2800, including the various buildings. We still have that set of Melmac dishes.
Their husbands, Kiki (Millie’s father) and Uncle Dom, split the cost of the property and kept 40 acres apiece. Kiki chose the acreage upon which the vineyard now sits. Uncle Dom chose the acreage up on the hill.
The old farmhouse was given some much-needed repairs. Uncle Dom and Aunt Jo lived there for a time until they built a log cabin elsewhere on the property. Kiki and Nana took up in the old farmhouse.
Over the years, Kiki cleared all the land on the stream side of the road, making a clear and perfect view of Big Creek. He worked tirelessly to make the property into the paradise he envisioned.
Millie says what her father lacked in formal education, he more than made up for with common sense.
“There’s only so much land in the world,” he had said. “Once people buy it all up, it’s gone.”