Let me tell you the story of Sweet Water. When I was a little girl, I dreamed of owning a business. I imagined that the business would be excellent in every way - people who excelled and loved their work, an atmosphere that was friendly and welcoming, a beautiful location that was convenient for everyone. This would be a place where my customers would be treated like guests in my own home, a place where they would feel nurtured and cared for.
For years I admired a piece of property with a little house that sat on the top of a hill and overlooked the New Meadows marsh. I found out that the house was built in 1880. It had a quaintness that somehow seemed to pull me towards it. In the early years, the front of the house was lined with wild roses that bloomed all summer long. I imagined guests arriving by horse and buggy, enjoying tea and crumpets in the front parlor while waiting to be received by the owner.