Is Being From A Family Of Bakers A Life For Me?

My bakery life experience started shortly after the year I was born. My grandfather came out of the Army as a baker and eventually purchased a bakery in 1972.  Along my grandfather’s side were two of his three sons.

My father James was the youngest of three boys, my father oldest brother George and he botdadh went to work for my grandfather.

The middle son Richard choose to stay an auto mechanic.

When I was a youngster I went to work with my father quite a lot and I had to keep myself busy at the bakery.   I would play with all the cake decorating items and watch everyone work.

Bakery Life Rest

When I finally became exhausted enough to sleep.  I would climb up on bags of flour in our storage area to sleep on top of them.  The storage area was in our stock (inventory area) in the back of the bakery and to stay warm I would gather up a bundle of aprons to cover myself with.

It’s Time To Rise

Then in the early hours before 6:00 am when the store front would open my dad would wake me for me to help myself to some freshly made baked goods. Then, around 6:00 am we would head home for my father to sleep during the day.

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