We consider our family business and its décor to be a tribute to Grampa, family, and other local farmers of the Lake Chelan Valley. He never threw anything out! Throughout the restaurant/gift shop, you’ll find hundreds of items from Grampa’s old work shed. Old fishing poles, photos, bikes, a red wagon and even a display of hundreds of eyeglasses, are all part of the junk (memorabilia) that he acquired over the years.
Before we opened, Grampa (Paul Frank Peters), would sit downtown Manson with his old crownies drinking coffee and they would talk endlessly about how crazy we were for doing “whatever it was” out here. He’d tell us “Ain’t noone comin’ out there, you’re wastin’ your money and I AIN’T GIVIN’ YA ANY!!” Truth be told, we were afraid he just might be right.
We opened in November of 2002. BTW, the dumbest thing you cold possibly do is open a restaurant out in the middle of nowhere AND in the dead of winter in a seasonal tourist town. Well. We did it. And they came. We were so surprised! And Grampa was here to see it. He’d wander from table to table asking folks where they were from. He’d write down their names on a tiny piece of paper in his front shirt pocket (like usual), and then he’d take their picture. He was so funny and oh-so predictable. He would buy the smallest roll of film available, so he could make more trips to Wenatchee so Walmart and get them developed. (Grampa loved a trip to town!) When he got them back, he’d carefully write the peoples names on the back as well as the date he took the picture. He was an amazing documentarian (as were his dad and granddad before him). We have their journals to prove it.
We didn’t realize how excited Grampa actually was for our success. He was typically here all day, but one day he disappeared for a couple hours which was really unlike him. The mystery was solved when he showed up lugging his prized posession: his Texas Longhorns. We dont even know where he had them hid. When he lugged those in the front door, we knew we had “arrived” in Grampa’s eyes, and it was a really big deal. We mounted them over the front door and I’ll never forget the look of on his face when we did it. He tried to act nonchalant about it, but you could see he was touched he was by it. It’s been 20 years, and they’re still up there. He was so happy that folks loved seeing all his “stuff” inside the barn. He was in his element as an old farmer sharing his love of farming and stuff with “city folks.”
It’s so hard to write this and it never gets any easier to talk about. Grampa was only able to see our first six months of operation before he had an accident down in his shed and we lost him. There isn’t a day that goes by that we don’t think of him, but feel his presence with us every day. So feel free to look around the barn. Grampa loves it!
Unfortunately, we have now lost our Blueberry Gramma, Carol Peters as well. She was such an icon here at the Barn and in the Lake Chelan Valley. If there was a person who could look at a situation and find the most screamingly hilarious angle of it – it was her. She taught me a lot about life and people. She has always been in residence in my head, but so much more now so that she isn’t physically here anymore. I miss her so very much.
We’re not sure why people love Blueberry Hills so much. Perhaps it’s the warm, family atmosphere, fresh picked blueberries or delicious down-home, scratch, country cooking. To us, success is sharing our desire to love and live in community with locals and new comers alike.
Blueberry Hills serves breakfast and lunch both from 8 a.m. to 3 p.m. year round. We are known for fresh, hand-rolled crust for our award winning, delicious fruit and cream pies, Danish yeast waffles, blintzes, and a 400-mile French dip sandwich, and lots of other delights and deliciousness.
We don’t take reservations. We have you just come on out! Thank you for loving Blueberry Hills! 🙂 Blueberry Kari