Comments for The Guernsey Cow, Exton Pennsylvania

Comment on Flavors by Alicia M

Alicia M — Fri, 18 May 2012 09:23:16 +0000

Thank you… I can’t wait to hear back from you. If possible can you get a suggestion as to how I could make it at home? I tried using gingerale in the ice cream mix in the hand cranked ice cream maker we have, but it has no fizz and the flavor is very faint

Comment on Flavors by guernseycow

guernseycow — Wed, 16 May 2012 02:21:26 +0000

Awesome memories, Alicia! I’ll check with Uncle Pep to see if there really was a fizz in those flavors!

Comment on Flavors by Alicia M

Alicia M — Wed, 16 May 2012 02:17:20 +0000

I remember The Cow very well. We always used to stop when we were either on our way to Camp Indian Run (a Girl Scout camp that used to be in Glenmoore, PA) or on our way home (sometimes both). My mom was a leader & site director so during the summer we were there just about every weekend as well as several other times during the year. One time my dad drove us over 100 miles, from camping at Tobyhanna State Park to The Cow before heading home to Philadelphia, because camping and ice cream at the Cow were synonymous in our minds. I remember having a really hard time trying to decide which flavor to have as I looked up at the board. Once I was older and had boyfriends The Cow was always someplace I would share with them. We’d pack a picnic basket & head to French Creek for the day & then stop by The Cow on the way home.
I guess I was an unusual kid because I liked the Rum Raisin and ordered it often. Butter Brickle was another favorite. Black Raspberry, Blueberry, Lemon were common choices for me too. I was even one of those that ordered the Purple Nothing and then tried to figure out what it tasted like… lol. But the one that haunts my memories is the Gingerale ice cream. I’m in my 50′s now and don’t know if it’s my mind playing tricks on me or not, but I could have sworn that not only did it taste like gingerale, but when you licked it you could feel a fizzing sensation on your tongue. I’ve wondered for years how they did that… or was it just my imagination? My sister had the Pink Champagne flavor and said it fizzed too, but I never tried that one. Then again she also told me that you always changed the flavor in Blue Moon so we never really could tell anyone what it tasted like. She said sometimes it tasted fruity, sometimes like vanilla, sometimes banana-like, sometimes like honey or like the Purple Nothing (no flavor added). I remember my brother sticking his tongue out to show me what happed when you ate the Licorice.
All in all Mom, my 3 siblings and I (Dad has since passed away) when strolling down memory lane often end up at The Cow…
Thanks for all the memories!

Comment on Flavors by guernseycow

guernseycow — Tue, 17 Apr 2012 17:13:08 +0000

Hi Leslie, thanks for comment! Yes, Blue Moon was unique — I’ve heard it described as similar to Kellog’s Froot Loops cereal, a sort of generic melded ‘fruit’ flavor. (I wasn’t a big fan myself)

Comment on Flavors by Leslie Long

Leslie Long — Tue, 17 Apr 2012 17:00:37 +0000

I remember loving blue moon but I don’t remember what it tasted like. Can you tell me what it was? I loved to go there when I was a little girl with my grandfather and my brothers and sisters. What great memories

Comment on Visit The Cow at Chester County Library by Marguerite Dube

Marguerite Dube — Sun, 11 Mar 2012 17:49:55 +0000

As the Director of Chester County Library, I am very excited to have this mural as one of our new attractions. When Jess Church of MERJE suggested it, I thought it would be a great way to introduce some local history into the library. Although I am not a native of the Exton area (I only moved here in 1988), I am friends with Dale Polite, and I know this was a very popular place for people from all over the area to meet and enjoy their favorite treats. I want to thank Sean McGlinchey for his help with this project, and I hope everyone will take some time to stop in and see it. .

Comment on Flavors by joyce kendig allan

joyce kendig allan — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 14:59:38 +0000

Bubble gum…Dale and I were there the dad made it and were the official testers…i guess it was around 1974..my brother jim kendig was working there at the time

Comment on Making & Selling Famous Cream Caramels by Julie Mandes

Julie Mandes — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 00:59:05 +0000

My mom always talks about taking me and my sisters to the Guersey Cow when we were kids. I wonder if anyone is thinking about bringing the place back? Make the icecream and the carmels again, or at least sell the recipe? You should sell the little items like the moo cow sound makers in a gift shop there. It would be great. I know we would come! If you don’t have any intention of doing this, maybe you should make cookbooks and sell recipes?

Comment on A Letter From a Tennessee Reader by Mark Curran

Mark Curran — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 23:28:50 +0000

Oh yes what memories! – I grew up in Exton in the 1960′s and my dad used to take me into the Vittle House with him when he bought beer and Sid or Charlie used to give me a giant kosher pickle from the barrel by the door.

I’d forgotton all about Willie from The Cow till I ran across this but he was always hanging out at the Farmers Market.

I’ll bet Willie is long gone now!

My Dad used to work at Foote Mineral right off Route 100 near the Exton Crossroads and we lived in Meadowbrook Manor – typical 60′s suburbia I guess you could say now.

I eventually moved to California but I still have great memories of this place, a really historic area as I came to learn later in life.

Mark W. Curran
Los Angeles, CA
2011

Comment on Profile: Willie Minor by Joanne Finegan

Joanne Finegan — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 22:32:09 +0000

I worked at the “Cow” around ’77-79 with lots of students from Henderson High School. Willie was around alot of the time and his smile and happy demeanor was infectious. I remember many days and nights making special ice cream concoctions and he was always a willing tester.

Years later, I ran in to Willie and I am certain he remembered me and listened to me ramble on of stories from the past. He still had that wonderful smile. “toot toot, willie, willie” Joanne Finegan