Finding a way to give back for the holidays

Gardnerville Ranchos restaurant The Grill Next Door recently initiated a fundraising campaign called “The Grill Gives Back.” Each month, a different restaurant team member is chosen to handpick their favorite menu item and their favorite charity. Throughout that month, 20 percent of the proceeds from the specially selected menu item will benefit the team member’s charity of choice.

Owner-operators Dan and Jenn Fredrickson launched the fundraiser Nov. 17. Through Dec. 20, proceeds from the sale of the The Danimal burger (Dan’s favorite) and The Burning Man burger (Jenn’s favorite) will benefit Austin’s House, a local nonprofit organization that Jenn said is “near and dear to my heart.”

Austin’s House ( “began with a desire to provide shelter and services for abused and neglected children in Douglas County.” Since opening their doors in 2007, their mission has expanded “to provide a safe haven for any child in need; to provide a nurturing living and learning environment; to promote the health and well-being of children through assessment and appropriate intervention.”

The Fredricksons envision this new fundraiser as an opportunity to spotlight the restaurant’s staff and their favorite menu items while supporting a variety of charities and organizations. The next monthly rotation will be announced December 22.

The restaurant is also currently hosting donation barrels for the Sertoma Coat Drive and Toys for Tots.

The Grill Next Door is located in the Tillman Center at 1281 Kimmerling Road in the Gardnerville Ranchos. They offer indoor and outdoor seating, takeout, curbside pickup, and limited delivery to the Ranchos and main areas of town. Call them at 775-392-5800.

  • A reflection on Thanksgiving

I came across this poem and it reminded me of the beautiful Carson Valley, a place I’m grateful for every day.


by Kate Seymour Maclean (1829-1916)

The Autumn hills are golden at the top,

And rounded as a poet's silver rhyme;

The mellow days are ruby ripe, that drop

One after one into the lap of time.

Dead leaves are reddening in the woodland copse,

And forest boughs a fading glory wear;

No breath of wind stirs in their hazy tops,

Silence and peace are brooding everywhere.

The long day of the year is almost done,

And nature in the sunset musing stands,

Gray-robed, and violet-hooded like a nun,

Looking abroad o'er yellow harvest lands:

O'er tents of orchard boughs, and purple vines

With scarlet flecked, flung like broad banners out

Along the field paths where slow-pacing lines

Of meek-eyed kine obey the herdboy's shout;

Where the tired ploughman his dun oxen turns,

Unyoked, afield, mid dewy grass to stray,

While over all the village church spire burns--

A shaft of flame in the last beams of day.

Empty and folded are her busy hands;

Her corn and wine and oil are safely stored,

As in the twilight of the year she stands,

And with her gladness seems to thank the Lord.

Thus let us rest awhile from toil and care,

In the sweet Sabbath of this autumn calm,

And lift our hearts to heaven in grateful prayer,

And sing with nature our thanksgiving psalm.

This poem is in the public domain.

Amy Roby can be reached at


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