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Family Recipes

Kelley Liskow still remembers the yellow, soft-covered children’s cookbook where she got the fried bologna recipe she made frequently as a child. Her recipes and cooking skills have greatly expanded since then. Her interest in cooking grew when her boys were little and she found she wanted ...

So Close To Paradise

Chautauqua. It’s a beautiful word, just to say it. Chautauqua. I like to remember the word Chautauqua is a mixture of cultures — native American, French, immigrants and settlers, a patois of centuries and peoples. When I think of it, I think of a county green and lush, some months ...

Italian Specialties

“If you ask me anything about Italian food, I can answer,” says Pablo Flores owner of La Cucina Della Nonna Pizzeria and Restaurant. The restaurant’s name translated from Italian is Grandma’s Kitchen. Flores named the Italian restaurant after the grandmother he lived with in ...

Fish Crackers And Dirty Dishes: What Matters Most

Tonight, my friend and her kiddos came over. My house was a wreck, there were fish crackers on the floor and my dishes weren’t done. But, yet we still managed to have a meal and catch up on what’s been going on. It wasn’t fancy, and Good Housekeeping magazine wouldn’t want a picture of it on its cover — but it was just fine for me. And, as it turns out, for them, too. My friend showed me grace when my house wasn’t perfect. When some of the spaghetti didn’t cook all the way. When my toddler stole toys from her kid that made her kid cry. When I was exasperated by it ...

All In The Family

“I loved my career.” Barbara Vanderwark’s summation of her life in nursing was short and sweet, but the memories it created meant more than words could express. A resident of Jamestown, Vanderwark graduated from what was known at the time as the Jamestown School or Practical ...

Mina’s Past

On any given Sunday, my sister and I are likely to take a ride on the backroads of Chautauqua County. We are driven by the love of place and history. Recently, I was recalling a trip to French Creek with my father when I was a child, maybe four or five. We had stopped at a spot along the ...