Well, a rainy Labor Day seemed like a great day to start blogging about our shop and it's roots. So, here it goes!!
This year has been a whopping wake up call for Joe and me. We have been married for 10 years and have had children prior to our marriage and essentially are like the Brady bunch! As a couple, we have 6 children together, Ashlee, who is the oldest who lives in Massachusetts, then Andy who lives in Colorado, Austin lives in Georgia with his mom, JD who lives with us and Bronson and Madison who we share custody of. We had been working on our plans for the summer to go to Joe's daughter’s wedding which was set for July 30th in Cambridge, Massachusetts. The best part about planning this vacation was that I grew up in Massachusetts and have 3/4th of my family there. We decided that since there would be at least 5 of us going from Alabama that we should drive up there and not try to pay the cost of flying. We had tentatively planned this for about 10 days with 4 days total driving and so Bronson and Madison could get back in time for Aggie Band Camp.
One Saturday morning in May, I was walking on the walking trail at the lake and had left my husband at home about to go to work. I was listening to my music and caught a glimpse of someone walking toward me that I thought was Joe. I took my ear buds out of my ears and strained to see this handsome guy walking slowly with his hands in his pockets toward me. Panic and fear came over me after I realized
it was him like a wave with thoughts of everything in our lives that could go wrong. As I increased my pace towards him, my mind raced.....who died? What’s happened? Why is he not at work?! As I reached him, I could see the defeat in his face. "I lost my job."
Fast-forward. We decided that we could finagle Joe staying at home with the kids for the summer and look for a job and my gracious boss said I could take a few more days off to head to Massachusetts earlier so that we would have time to spend with my mother and my step-daughter and do some fun stuff. We took two days to drive up (19 hour total drive!!) and spent the next two weeks enjoying the time with our families, which included a trip (actually 3-4 trips) to Kimball's Farm.
Kimball's Farm is the epicenter of ice cream to me. They have been around since before I was born and give generous heaping scoops of ice cream that don't even fit on a cone...and it is SO good! Today it is like an amusement park with amazing food, and peole come from miles around just to taste the ice cream. I worked at a smaller ice cream shop when I was 17-19 and basically grew up an ice cream lover...!!
As we traveled to Salem, Gloucester, Cape Cod and Boston...my children seemed to notice how many ice cream shops there are in Massachusetts. Madison commented during one car ride, "Mom, there are as many ice cream shops here as there are Mexican restaurants at home!! We need one at home, maybe that's what Joe can do for a job!"
Hence, the idea. We discussed it at length on our long drive home and Joe has been working on our business plan and looking for suppliers, organic dairy farms, and places to open a shop since we got home. We still have a lot of work to do before opening, but are committed to make this work. Since we have told people that we were going to do this, the response has been completely overwhelmingly positive!! We didn't realize that Southerners love ice cream just as much!
Thank you for your support and stay tuned for more information!!