The Ramblin’ Rose Story
My mother says she gave me vanilla ice cream for the first time when I was about two. She says it scared my twin brother, but that I ate it all and then ate all of his. I guess you could say it was my first true love. I have been a pretty avid ice cream-eater ever since. On into high school, it was still one of my favorite things. I remember cutting class with my best friend to get high and then get ice cream; we used up all our absences on ice cream. It was so worth it. I look back on it now as valuable research.
When I moved here six years ago I only knew one person in Portland. He had a sweet tooth as well and we became friends quickly. He took me under his wing and showed me the beauty of Portland and Oregon. He also owned a piece-of-shit ice cream truck and we shared a vision of wanting to re-make it into the most beautiful, badass ice cream truck ever. Unfortunately my friend passed away before that came to fruition. I was left here, with this truck that I still believed could be magical. I tried to pick up where we had left off and I started to build something that my homie could be proud of.
I have put a lot of time, money, sweat, and tears into this truck. I have tried to create something representative of everything I love about Portland: premium local ingredients, food truck culture, collaboration with other artists and chefs, the Grateful Dead, the most beautiful roses on the planet, and a celebration of summer's abundance. I have built this truck to be about joy and to spread as much love as I possibly can through my art.
Peace, love, light and blessings AllDamnDay,
Miss Mary