Sunday, Jul. 13, 2003 2:41 P.M.
Kathy made me do it! My Bakery Memory - By CosmicrayolaI am writing about my childhood bakery memory because kitchenlogic made it a writing assignment and Lord knows, when kitchenlogic tells you to do something, you do it. No questions asked. I'm afraid that if I ever refuse her, I will wake up one morning and find Thing1 and Thing2 on my doorstep. Like real kids. Be afraid. Be very afraid. Anyway, getting back to the subject, My one memory involving a bakery took place in 1963. I was 10 years old and we had the old Clark's Bakery on Congress Street in Portland. At the time, I had a huge crush on Billy Barter. He was in my class and if you need a visual, imagine the Fonz at 10. I was gaga over this kid. He was so cool. Well, one day Billy came up and asked me if he could walk me home from school. He also announced that he had enough money to stop at Clark's and buy us both a day old pastry. Day old pasteries were $.10 each. I was in heaven! I couldn't believe that he not only spoke to me, but was walking me home and actually spending money on me. Me! As we walked along, I didn't take my eyes off him. I was afraid if I turned my head for a split second, Poof, he'd be gone. We chatted along for awhile and finally got to the bakery. Once inside, he told me to order my pastry. They all looked delicious, but the chocolate eclair was singing out my name. I took it and held it in my hand, waiting for him to get his and then we walked out. As we walked, I still kept my eyes on him. They never strayed. I had eaten almost all of it, when all of a sudden I noticed a funny taste in my mouth. Keep in mind, this was the middle of June. I looked down for just a second and saw to my horror, green mold all along underneath the custard filling. At that moment, I came to a dead stop and proceeded to throw up all over the place, including myself. I was horrified, humiliated and sicker than I had ever been in my life. I couldn't look him in the eye. He tryed to take my hand and I got even more hysterical and snapped my hand back. He called me stupid and said I didn't know how to be a girlfriend. I just started crying and ran home. I was 10 for heaven sake!! What did I know about boys? I don't think I ever spoke to him again. I found out years later that he outted himself in his 20's to his family and friends. They were not too receptive I guess. He overdosed a few years later. I know now that he was gay at 10, he just didn't know it yet, so I'm really glad we never went into all that school sweatheart stuff. It obviously was not meant to be. So there you have my Bakery story, kitchenlogic. Thank you for dreadging up all those haunting, hurting memories. Thank you for making me depressed for the rest of the day. Oh, woe is me. The agony of it all. Ya, right. The only agony was that it took me years before I could even think about eating custard again. Oh, I forgot to mention. golfwidow tuned me into a new site. It is Caption This. I have the link up on the far right corner. It's neat, check it out. Later... Later,
Cosmic
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