Mittwoch, 31. März 2010
my parents "celebrated" their start into retirement - my father worked as a baker for more than 50 years and run his own bakery for more than 30 years and my mum worked in the bakery as a sales woman. Believe me or not - running your own shop is a really hard thing - and working as a baker is a hard job. My father went up every night at 02.30 in the morning - at weekends he went up at midnight or so. And social life - I cannot remember that my parents went away for a lunch or a glass of wine during the week as my father had to be in bed at 07.00 p, - to be awake at 02.30 in the morning. Weekends almost the same as the work in the bakehouse was a lot of more then - for that reasons I adore my parents as they practically never complained their life. Of course my father didn't jump out of the bed in the middle of the night and thought: thank god night is over and I can go downstairs into my bakehouse - and of course my mum sometimes thought she would love to be in her former job (which was a secretary and normally is a much more stressless job). But they did their jobs great til the last day and honestly they were a little sentimental when lots of cusomers came on their last day and lot of them brought a present and good wishes and some of them very sensitive words.
We had a great party on that last day and when we closed the doors the last time I think about 80 people sat around the bakery and we talked and chatted - lots to drink and to eat. We expected the end of the party around 04.00 in the afternoon but it was such a nice company and we sat there til 08.00 o clock in the evening. We had some musicans who played for hours (my dad engaged them for two hours - in the end they stayed for 5 hours). It was such a fun.
I am soooo proud of my parents as they managed really every situation - in the late 70th the night before new years eve our oven exploded - my father had lots of orders for some special breads or rolls - he managed it to get most of the things done. Years later the main street where our bakery is located was closed due to some road works for many months - my parents coped with that and did special offers - for example bring bread and rolls and danish home to the customers. And then more and more markets opened in our little town and every marked has/had its own bakery. But due to the fact that my father baked "the best bread in town - well known in places around our town" he always could run his bakery. But I think now both are very happy not to stand that competitions and trade rivalry any longer.
so that was my little story about my parents and our bakery...
Eingestellt von Kerstin um 17:31