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We Simply Make The Finest Cookie Dough.
No Ordinary Cookie Company The Little Ol’ Cookie House Story
Why Cookies?
Because . . . .Well, Because Of A Memory.
It started in her kitchen many years ago; Carolyn’s husband Doug and their three grade school sons were around the kitchen table “carrying on”. A Kansas snowstorm was blowing outside. Carolyn was baking cookies. At the time, Carolyn had no idea where this event would take her or how it would affect her. Doug has since passed on, the boys have grown, the kitchen in the farmhouse has been updated and expanded. “The only thing that looks the same” she says, “is the snow.”
“I think I picked cookies because when I recall this memory, I can still hear the happy banter of my family, smell the aroma of freshly baked cookies, and hear the winds that were building snowdrifts outside. Most of all I remember the feeling of warmth and coziness that surrounded us all.”
A few years after that night while working as a secretary, Carolyn realized that she wanted to own her own cookie company. She worked as a secretary by day and mixed up cookie dough out of that same farmhouse kitchen by night. She did this week in and week out for several years. Through right and wrong business decisions she persisted, stayed determined and got constant support from Doug. In 1988 she quit her secretarial job and followed her dream full time.
When she outgrew her farmhouse kitchen, she rented a tiny house at the edge of Little River. The business continued to grow, and a couple of years later she bought and renovated a larger building on Main Street that had been vacant for 30 years. In 1995 she started marketing her “Little Ol’ Cookie House” cookie dough to organizations just like yours. She built her company on two basic philosophies:
“We Treat Our Customers As Our Friends.”
“We Simply Make The Finest Cookie Dough.”
By applying these philosophies, and with the help of her dedicated staff, family, and “Treating Our Customers As Our Friends”, her business continues to grow and prosper.
Throughout all the years a framed credo has hung in her office. It’s the one she lives by, and especially during the tough times, those were the words that always pulled her through.
“Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education alone will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.”
Calvin Coolidge said it-Carolyn Wright lives it.
Basically that’s how her company started and has grown, but there’s still more history behind all this. Carolyn grew up in Wichita , Kansas . She married Doug, her high school sweetheart in 1963, and they were blessed with three sons. How she ended up in Little River is to begin to know her husband Doug. One day in 1972 he came home and exclaimed “Honey, pack the kids and our clothes, we’re moving to Little River.” Earlier that day he bought 160 acres of farm ground and a big old farm house on a handshake and a prayer. The elderly couple he bought from wanted their land to go to a family-a family with kids to be raised on their farm. (God bless Clyde and Madge Rush.) Even though this new farm life was hard work and completely different than anything they had ever done, it was an exciting adventure and one of the best gifts that Doug gave to his family.
In 1998, the same year that Carolyn’s cookie business made its first profit, Doug passed away. You see, Doug lived his life with constant pain from injuries he received in an automobile accident as a teenager. Carolyn knows without a doubt that his pain and death, and her successful business efforts, were more than a mere coincidence. She knows that God gave her a way to make a living now that Doug was gone. When asked where she got the power to be so persistent and so determined through those tough years, she says it came from her love for Doug. They both had worked hard to make a life, and raise their three sons. Those three boys who had bantered with their dad around a small kitchen table in the middle of a snowstorm years ago, and had embedded such a strong memory for her, have grown to become three good men.
