Penny & Rose ~ A Love Story Joe fell in love with Rose the moment he laid eyes on her. But who could blame him? With sapphire black hair and skin like peaches and cream, she was a vision, with a spirit just as sweet. Rose was equally smitten by this handsome and hard-working young mill-worker, who everyone called "Penny". After years of helping to provide and care for her five siblings, Penny was the good luck charm Rose had been waiting for. They were married in 1937 and bought their first home three years later. Penny continued to work in his native Glassport, a small mill town in western Pennsylvania, and chose to work in the hardest, most dangerous part of the mill because it paid the best. He now had a wife and kids to provide for, not to mention his eye on a 48-acre farm 100 miles north of Pittsburgh. A Scoutmaster for 25 years, Penny believed that fresh air and the great outdoors raised healthy, happy kids, and his beloved farm provided just that—an 18th-century farmhouse, a barn, a pond for swimming, and lots of land for exploring. Over the years, Penny built a zip line, a Ferris wheel, water slides, rafts and a putt putt course, and despite his long commutes to and from the mill, he always had time for a swim with the grandkids or a push of the tire swing. Their doors were always open, and the old farmhouse became a summer retreat for loved ones near and far. While a new family of relatives arrived each week, Penny and Rose also managed to care for a total of 65 foster babies, all while raising their own four children and caring for Penny's aging mother. Their capacity for kindness exceeded most, always making room for just one more. Penny sure did love that farm, but no love ever came close to his "Dear Rose," who after 54 years of marriage, never ceased to fill his eyes with wonder. When she passed in 1991, he mused, "I always saw Rose as though it were the first time I laid eyes on her." Many years passed since that day Penny first laid eyes on Rose, lean-tos were built and became bunkers, sticks were rifles and roasted marshmallows, tires became battleships, and grandpa's shoulders turned kids into airplanes; their children left and returned with families of their own, but it has and always will be..."Penny & Rose". Our Fragrances Each Penny and Rose scent is inspired by our family farm on Butternut Road and evoke memories near and dear to our hearts. We offer 8 core nostalgic scents plus seasonal additions. Visit our Amazon store. 8 Nostalgic Scent Options & Seasonal Additions PENNY CANDY | Fragrance Notes: Sugar, Mixed Fruit & Mischief When the fair rolled in with its rickety roller coasters and Ferris wheels pulled from a box, we didn’t race into town with our pockets full of coins like most kids. We didn’t hunger for overpriced funnel cake or candied apples, nor pinch pennies to toss rings at empty soda pop bottles. We had everything we ever needed right there on the farm... ROASTED MAPLE 'MALLOWS | Fragrance Notes: 'Mallows and Bonfire Tales That night, we laughed over a roaring bonfire, the logs Wayne and Penny had chopped that morning sending pops of color to the sky. We dipped sparklers into the flames and spelled out our names in quick loops of burning white. We roasted maple marshmallows at the end of sticks that had been used as rifles the day before, the smoke of a bullet now the gooey goodness of a charred ‘mallow... SUMMERTIME SPIRITS | Fragrance Notes: Coconut, Limes & Ball Games You see, some stains never fully disappear no matter how hard we scrub them; they hold our summertime spirits like a trophy and memories too large for a single cardboard box to contain. There in the attic of the house I built a life beneath, I catch a glimpse of the setting sun; an explosion of color across my well-kempt lawn. I hear an engine roar and suddenly see my children laughing with their cousins on the farm and climbing into the bed of my brother’s old pick-up truck... FARMHOUSE OJ | Fragrance Notes: Squeezed Citrus & Sunshine Sundays at the farm were all about fighting a sea of bodies to the bathroom, followed by farmhouse OJ, Rose’s famous breakfast, and a hearty debate over which church we would all attend that morning. Mater Dolorosa or St. Patrick’s? It would boil down to which church had the shorter service and, of course, the better donut shop nearby... LAWN CHAIR LEMONADE | Fragrance Notes: Lemons, Sugar & Laughter When we pulled into the farm, Rose had the babies’ highchairs out on the front yard. Rose met me and Penny at the car with a glass in each hand. I’ll tell you, lemonade had never tasted so good, and the hope of homemade applesauce became a distant memory. But that was Rose; she always found a way to turn lemons into lemonade... MORNING MEADOWS | Fragrance Notes: Wildflowers & Wonderment Rose’s path through the meadow was picturesque and led directly to the mailbox along the road. We made a sport out of running through the field to the mailbox, our arms stretched from side to side to stir the scent of wildflowers as we ran... LINENS ON THE LINE | Fragrance Notes: Rose Water, Lemons & Legends Over the years, those old linens on the line trapped snipes, slinged broken bones, and warmed honeymooners in the barn; they were tents and togas, capes and clubhouse curtains...but never really bed sheets; they were something bigger... SUNRISE DEW | Fragrance Notes: Water Lily, Rosewood & Races to the Lake The mid-August sunrise splashed across the front grass, the morning dew glistening for miles. The slip ‘n slide was still unfurled from the day before, like a mighty yellow river trailing down to the lake. It was a pond, really, but “lake” made it sound much bigger, and to us, that lake was larger than life...
