Our Story:

Some families pass down recipes.

Some pass down traditions.

Ours passed down ice cream.

Long before there was a Pop Pop’s truck, there was Maurer’s Dairy in Shamokin, Pennsylvania.

And at the heart of it was our Pop Pop, Earl Maurer.

He worked hard, he delivered milk in the early mornings, and in 1935, the dairy started making ice cream.

Really good ice cream.

After returning home from the Korean War, Earl went to work in the family dairy business—and helped make Maurer’s into the place generations of local families would come to know and love.

Maurer’s became a Shamokin favorite, known especially for its homemade ice cream and the flavor people still remember all these years later: Bittersweet.

But to us, ice cream wasn’t a piece of local history. It was just Pop Pop.

Growing up, there always seemed to be ice cream around when Pop Pop was around. Our favorite? The little cups of ice cream from the dairy, topped with fluff and nuts—the kind of simple treat you don’t think much about as a kid, but somehow remember forever.

Years passed and the dairy became part of our family’s history.

But apparently, ice cream wasn’t quite finished with the Maurer family. Another generation had an idea: What if we brought a little bit of that tradition back?

Not quite the way Pop Pop did it. (We aren’t delivering bottles of milk in the early morning hours, and our ice cream happens to be on wheels.)

But the heart of it feels pretty familiar.

Good ice cream.

Family together.

And something sweet meant to be shared.

So when we needed a name, there could really only be one.

Pop Pop’s.

Named for the man who started our family’s love affair with ice cream—and who taught us, without ever needing to say it, that some of the sweetest memories are made over something as simple as a little cone of ice cream.

We think he’d get a kick out of this truck. We like to think a little piece of the old dairy is riding along with us. And we hope every cone we hand through the window carries a little bit of that same joy with it.

Because the best things have a way of coming back around.

A family.

A dairy.

A whole lot of ice cream.

And now, another generation taking a turn.

Pop Pop’s

Rooted in family. Made to share.