Jensen Cheese

06/11/2026

Jensen Cheese are grandparents today :D

The Canadian Geese living on the back roof were out for a stroll with their youngins this morning...

I took a picture through the office window...
there's no way I'm going back there...
-Scott

06/10/2026

06/02/2026

The staff of Wilton Cheese Factory and Jensen Cheese regret to inform our customers, acquaintances and friends that former Plant Manager, Mr. David Larkin has sadly passed away on Sunday, May 31, 2026.

Dave was much more than the man in charge of the factory. His kindness, ethics and fierce sense of loyalty were a foundation that grounded so many. His dependability and devotion to the factory was, and remains, unmeasurable. Dave was a genuine man of substance and knowledge.

Dave was not fond of sitting behind a desk and would rather manage situations himself than ask someone else to do work he was perfectly capable of handling.

Dave was a tremendous part of a disappearing art of small factory cheese making. The cheese world has lost much with his passing.

Dave will be missed by many who called him a colleague and friend.

06/02/2026

So... people are asking for a ghost story of the cheese coolers. I have told this one before.
This story is different than voices in an empty building and doors slamming when I am alone in the cooler. There was another person that witnessed this:

I was in the coolers with an employee, Neil. Neil was a great guy to work with, and we really hit it off. Even though he doesn’t work for the company now, we still stay in touch.

We were working down in the coolers getting the rooms organized. The work called for us to be “re-stacking” all the cheese in every cooler. We lift the forty-pound boxes from one skid to another, checking for any problems, recording all the information, and making sure boxes matched with inventory. All the glamorous cheddar cheese jobs.

These were long tiring days of weight lifting. When that was combined with the cold of the coolers, it didn’t take long to feel a chill, and get tired.

We were going about our day in room four and we got to that point where we needed to get out of the cooler and warm up a bit. Neil was the one that suggested we take a break.

I was standing by some boxes that were piled to waist height that I was using for an impromptu desk. I had inventory sheets, pens, markers, tape guns, extra boxes…everything you would need for the job we were doing.

We decided to head out of the cooler and zip over to the local coffee shop for a hot chocolate; then, come back and finish the work. We were walking out, when Neil remembered he forgot his gloves. I wanted to grab my clipboard with the count numbers to give to my dad, so we went back to the cooler.

When we got back to our “work area” it was impossible to miss the five dollar bill sitting there on top of the boxes. A blue five dollar note in a sea of beige cardboard. It was the old paper five that had been taken out of circulation in favour of the plastic notes. It was as flat as it could be. It looked like it had been ironed between heavy boxes.

It wasn’t my five, I had all my bills in my wallet. I said to Neil, you dropped a fiver. He said it wasn’t his, because his pants didn’t even have pockets. He wasn't carrying anything. There was a couple of seconds of us arguing about who was the owner of this five dollar bill. Which now that I think about it, is an incredibly Canadian thing to do. "It's not my money, it must be yours... No, it's yours"....

You see, there was no way to miss this blue paper five. We had just lift and moved every box in this room. 100% we would have seen this, from it’s position flat, on top of the "desk" boxes, right where we were standing not 2 minutes before.

It was right there like it had been placed there.

We both agreed, it was my Grandpa Jensen who had passed away thirty years before this incident, that put it there. We agreed the hot chocolate was on him.

-Scott

05/29/2026

Come see us at the Brantford Market :D
We have been in the same spot since 1936

05/28/2026

We have used this picture on our page many times. This is the inside of cooler number four. This is the cooler furthest underground. It is also the cooler that I think is haunted. But that’s another story.

It’s kinda dark in there. It’s cold. There is only the whirr of the cooling units in this space. You have to raise your voice slightly to speak to your co-worker.

It’s uneasy being in there. The sound doesn’t “bounce around”. I think because the walls are covered in two inches of cork.

When you combine that with “no windows” and a closed door to keep the cold in the room, it’s a different feeling being in the cooler. Especially when you know you are underground.

Over the years I have adjusted to being in the cooler. Sometimes in the summer, when it gets super-hot, I wish my office was put into cooler four. But, I have been in there enough I think I have gotten past most of that uneasy feeling.
Not the haunted part, but that’s another story.
-Scott