



There remained many open fields and streams and ponds where a boy could catch minnows and frogs, or see a firefly at night. When Chris was three years old, his family moved to a new house at the edge of Grand Rapids that was part of a development a kind of planned neighborhood, that was still being built. Chris’s father ran the dairy with Chris’s three uncles after his grandfather Peter retired. But by 1949, the house was surrounded by buildings and other houses. It was a very old house that, like the little house in Virginia Lee Burton’s story, had once looked over farmland. When Chris was born, his family lived in an old farm house next door to the large brick creamery building. It was named East End Creamery and after they bottled the milk (and made the other products) they delivered it to homes all around Grand Rapids in yellow and blue trucks. His sister Karen was born in 1947.Ĭhris’s paternal grandfather, Peter, owned and operated a creamery, a place where milk was turned into butter, cream, cottage cheese, and ice cream. Chris was born in Grand Rapids, Michigan on June 18, 1949, the second child of Doris Christiansen Van Allsburg and Richard Van Allsburg.
