Always the lifesaver, I threw on my toque and headed on an adventure. I drove through the forests of western Canada, climbed the heights of the rocky mountains, and passed a hungry dinosaur cruising through the prairies. At this point I realized that I may have gone a little too far. Stopping to grab an Ice Cap from Timmies for the ride home, I came face to face with a 34 foot tall magical talking moose.

YES! This magical talking moose spoke to me very moose-like. He said, “Hey you, down there. You in the toque.  You will make amazing, Canadian made souvenirs and sell it to your adoring public.”

Wondering if somebody spiked my Ice Cap, I calmly said “Yes random talking magical moose man, I will follow your instructions and sell awesome, Canadian souvenirs and sell it to the masses. Thanks EH.” and promptly headed home.

When I got home, nobody was there. Considering we had been gone for about a month, it seemed quite logical. I assumed most people left after the beer ran out.  Fast forward a couple of years, and after a lot of tinkering, poutine and random beaver sightings, everything has snowballed into what it is today. And that my friends, is how Memory Stands was born.

— True story, ask the moose.