In 1995 a Grandmother and Housewife
set out to make a new life for themselves. Together they would pool
their loves and would decide food and people would be their passion.
 Where do we start and where do
we go? They asked. Crab fishing off the coast of Alaska, was too far away they said…How about steaks from the rare Bolo Bunnies
of deepest darkest Africa…they were too hard to find…how
about flavored mountain mist from Nepal…where’s Nepal? One
asked.
Through many days of wounding,
a few beers and lots of ice-cream it hit the two older ladies. Their
new dream would include the things they knew best: people, ice-cream
and the days of old.
Now! I’m here to tell you
the story, I was there, and I saw it for myself…a dream being
born. What would they do? What would they make? What would they sell?
The Grandmother and Housewife batting ideas back and forth like two
champion tennis players fighting for their future. Their dreams flowing
forward at a fever pitch.. Ideas crashing off each other like the Colorado
River roaring down the Grand Canyon. Old people, people ice-cream, old
ice-cream, people cafe, old people cafe, old ice-cream cafe…then
it hit! An old fashion ice-cream parlor.
ICE-CREAM, it would be ice-cream.
Ice-cream for the young and the old…ice-cream of all flavors from
strawberry to banana monkey. People will come from far and wide for
the refreshing blends. People will set and share their stories of old
and build new stories to tell later. It will be a place for all to come
and laugh and yes sometimes sing and play. An idea was born, but where
would such a place be.
I watched as the Grandmother and
Housewife set off on a quest to find the perfect place. They searched
like knights on a mission, looking for the Holy Grail. Days went by
and as time passed, the days grew to weeks, the weeks to months then
out of the mist came an old man. “I have a place” he said
“a place dark and hollow, a place that needs a touch magic, I
believe you may have that magic”. The Grandmother and Housewife
had found their grail, and from that day forward it would be known as
Tara’s Cafe and Malt Shop.
The rest my friend is history
the Grandmother and Housewife worked day and night for many months.
In time their dream came true, and today it stands Tara’s Cafe
and Malt Shop a place for all to set and spin yarns. Some true, some
not so true, but all with the love only close friends can have when
setting around a bowl of ice-cream on a hot Midwest summer day. And
when the doors close at night and the lights go out, the Grandmother
and Housewife set and smile, what a dream what a dream….
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