When I was a youngster I went to work with my dad quite a lot which meant I had to keep myself busy. I’d plop myself up on top of the cake decorators bench and submerge myself amongst all the cake decorating items. Oh how I enjoyed being part of creation as I watched roses come to life in the hand of the cake decorator.
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 military as a baker and eventually purchased a bakery in 1972. Along my grandfather’s side were two of his three sons. My dad James was the youngest of three boys, my dad’s oldest brother George both went to work for my grandfather. My grandfather’s middle son Richard choose to stay an auto mechanic.
My Rest Amongst The Bakery
When I finally became exhausted enough to sleep. I would climb up on bags of flour in our storage area to sleep directly on top of them. The way I stayed warm was to gather up a bundle of aprons and cover myself with them.
The Time To Rise Arrived
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 6:30 am we would head home for my father to sleep during the day.