Testimonials & community memories
Stories from the Table.
The history of The Historic Frontenac Bakery belongs not only to the people who baked the bread, but also to the families, employees, drivers, retailers, restaurants, and neighbors who made it part of their lives.
A living collection
Some memories begin inside the bakery. Others begin at a grocery shelf, a restaurant table, or in a family kitchen.
This collection is just beginning. As more stories are shared, this page will grow into a community archive celebrating the many ways THFB has touched lives across generations.
What people are saying
Shared with love for Frontenac Bakery.
The thinly sliced Italian bread is the best I’ve ever eaten! It’s so good, I’m from Tennessee and am planning a road trip to pick up several loaves and try their other baked goods as well.
Delicious bread, run by exceptional people. You’ve got to love the preservation of the history and the recipe.
Outstanding bread and breadsticks. I’ll eat this bread till I die.
The best bread ever! The cinnamon rolls are amazing. It’s all fabulous!
The best Italian bread and breadsticks. Freshly baked bread.
Great cinnamon rolls—and over-the-top customer service.
The best bread ever!
Cindy Castelli Wenzel, great-granddaughter of founder George E. Vacca, shared this historic photo of Vacca with the original bakery horse-and-buggy delivery wagon. Family notes passed down with the photo say George Vacca came to the United States from Italy in 1889, moved to Frontenac in 1893, founded the bakery, and passed away in 1944.
Cindy, who now lives in Colorado Springs, has followed the bakery’s storytelling projects from afar and wrote that “past generations would be thrilled to see how the town and businesses are growing and honoring the past.”
— Cindy Castelli WenzelIt’s been over 50 years since I visited as a little child. My grandpa, John Peternell—whom everyone called “Doc”—took me into the back of the bakery to see the brick oven where the delicious bread was baked. They happened to be taking bread out of the oven at the time. I’ll never forget it. It still feels like it happened yesterday!— Lisa Saia-Peternell McColm
I remember going with my dad to the bakery on Saturday mornings to get bread and breadsticks when we were younger!— Christy Cronister Tripp
Every Loaf Tells a Story.
Your story is part of ours.
Help preserve the story
Share Your THFB Memory
Have you enjoyed our bread, worked at the bakery, delivered a route, visited the oven, or carried a family tradition connected to Frontenac Bakery?
Tell us about a favorite loaf, a memorable employee, a gathering around the table, or a story passed down through generations.
Share Your StoryHow shared stories may be used
Stories submitted for this collection may be featured with the contributor’s name on The Historic Frontenac Bakery website or social-media pages. THFB may lightly edit submissions for spelling, punctuation, clarity, or length while preserving their original meaning. Contributors may request that their names not be published. We may not be able to feature every submission.
Every Loaf Tells a Story.
