Monday, October 19, 2015

Cake Break

Home again.
With a real, working internet connection!
Yay!

I love hearing about people.
Where they came from.
Who their families were.
Their stories . . .

I have a good friend who was raised in a bakery.
Really.
Her family lived on the third floor of the building. The bakery was on the second, and the ‘workings’ (ovens and things) on the first.
I think it sounds like a small slice of heaven. Or maybe a large slice. Pun intended.
This is a part of her story . . .
Her father immigrated to their small Alberta town as a young man, intent on finding his way.
He took a job at the local bakery and, using skills brought with him from the old country, quickly made himself useful.
There was a girl at that bakery.
A pretty girl.
Daughter of the owner.
Much to the owner’s dismay, the two quickly became an item. I expect it was all right for Papa to be a baker, but he wanted more for his daughter.
Daughter had other plans.
The two made arrangements to be married.
And the father/boss gave grudging permission, both for the ceremony, and for the time away from the shop. But he only gave them enough of said time to perform the actual ceremony. Then both of them were to be back at the store to work.
Yes, it sounds odd to me as well.
Moving on . . .
The two slipped away to be married.
An hour later, they were back, aprons donned and ready to work.
Now the young new husband was very handy at decorating cakes.
Very handy.
In fact, he had been doing most of the decorating in the shop almost since his arrival.
As a gift for his young bride, he had created something really special. A many-tiered cake, astoundingly decorated with angels and trumpets and flowers painstakingly fashioned out of icing.
It had taken him some time.
Upon their return to the shop, he presented his gift.
It was . . . well received.
It was at that moment that another young groom came into the shop, intent on picking up the cake he had ordered for his celebration.
The cake, another decorated by our young husband, was duly handed over and paid for. Then, as the second groom carried his precious cargo out of the shop, he slipped and he and a mound of perfectly-arranged, meticulously-bedecked cake and frosting both hit the floor with a resounding splat.
He emerged unscathed.
The cake . . . didn’t.
The young man scrambled to his feet and stared down at the ruin of what had been a work of art.
And his gift to his new bride.
Dismay writ large, he looked over at the young baker.
Who, in turn, looked at his bride.
Who nodded silently.
Our young groom went into the back of the shop and emerged with his own gift. The one he had spent hours decorating for his beloved. The one she had enjoyed so briefly.
The two of them handed it silently over to the unhappy groom.
The story ends there.
I have to imagine the joy on the young man’s face.
The pain in the heart of the creator.
And that of his darling . . .
The two of them celebrated many, many years together. Took over the bakery and raised several children there.
There were other cakes.
Just as meticulously decorated.
Just as beautiful.
But none more appreciated than the first.

12 comments:

  1. What a sweet story! My mom and dad got married the same way. Not having any family around they went to the church and got married on their lunch breaks and then went back to work.

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    1. I love hearing 'how-we-started' stories!That story sounds like please-tell-me-more!

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  2. That is a very sweet story! When my niece got married she gave everyone things to do to help. Her brother was to pick up the cake and get it to the wedding reception. We were in a different country and being smart he took a cab and had the cab wait and he successfully delivered the cake!

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    1. Smart lad! I'd have been the person precariously perched on the back of a scooter with the cake on my head . . .

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  3. What a generous couple. I am so glad to hear that they had a long life together. I hope the recipients of 'their' cake did as well.

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  4. That's a heartwarming story! Too bad for the couple though. And the frosting:( xx

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    1. I'm quite sure there were more cakes where that one came from! :) Mmmm . . . frosting . . .

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  5. One of the sweetest stories ever told.
    Mmm, cake.

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  6. I think those two were well matched - they both realized the value of treating customers well to help future business.

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    1. Something they, thankfully, passed on to future generations! :)

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