princeton

We invite you to come to a quiet setting
in our garden where soft music is playing,
birds are singing, and the flowers are blossoming
from spring until autumn. You will be seated
under canopies for the afternoon or evening
- a dining experience you won't soon forget.

In-House Breakfast Hours:
Saturdays and Sundays
8:00am - 2:00pm
OUTDOOR DINING IS
OPEN FOR THE SEASON
Outdoor Dining Hours:
Wednesday - Saturday
11:00am - 2:00pm

Princeton Garden will only be serving dinner/evenings
for dinner parties and small events, by reservation
only, with at least 25 guests. You may contact us for
information and to make a reservation at (906) 246 - 3568
or (906) 221 - 7829 and ask for Emmy Lou!

 

 

Why Princeton?


Each section of this area was named and each had its own school. There was Metropolitan which is east of us, Graysville to the north-west, and we are Princeton. It is not known why these names were given.

This used to be my playground. This is where I was raised with my six brothers and four sisters. The garden was the battle grounds for many games of cowboys and Indians. It held many buried treasures…diamonds and jewels…when in reality, they were simply broken window glass from old cars and old jewelry, but they were diamonds to us. We found many fossil rocks that kept us exploring. I used to crush sand rocks with my cousin Paula, and we would use the powder as make-up. Now my grandchildren crush rocks and put this same “make-up” on their tiny faces.

My husband Doug and I bought our home from my parents in 1977. It wasn’t until 1985 that I began constructing the garden. The rocks came from old rock piles and fence lines throughout our property. I received a lot of help from many friends, cousins, and neighbors for hauling and moving all these rocks. We had to be very creative in figuring out ways to move some of the large ones. The boulders on the east side of the garden were hauled on the hood of a 1939 Ford - my husband fixed runners on the bottom of it and we used it as a sled to haul these boulders across the field.

Many of my first plants were gifts from family and friends, some whom have passed now, so these plants are very dear to my heart. I continue to add plants from dear ones to remember them with love.

Please enjoy my garden and take time to stroll the paths. Stop to smell the flowers and observe the memorial garden in memory of our son-in-law Sgt. James D. Priestap, who was killed in Iraq, and in honor of those who serve and have served in the armed forces.

God Bless you and yours,
Emmy Lou Harder