For well over its 130-year existence, River Grove has been a place to call home, first by the Native American tribes, then by a few settlers--mostly of Germanic origin--to the melting pot it has become today.
Through photographs, the reader will travel from the farmlands it once contained to a Polynesian paradise nestled near the banks of the Des Plaines River; a town where a thirsty whale could satisfy its appetite with legendary Vienna Red Hots, no ketchup, of course, and a mai tai.
Conside.