if I don’t get all the facts straight,
but I so member marveling, stopping,
watching how he worked.
not yet on the job training, working,
walking on a tour of the bread factory,
Where I would spend many weeks.
watching how he worked,
a combination of brute force
and the repetition he knew…
catching the pans as they crashed out,
hot from the cooking, ready,
to be sent on down the line.
asking how long he had worked there,
thirty-six years old and eighteen years,
right after graduating high school.
now forty-five years since those moments,
is that his hands were thick-calloused yellow,
and on those hands he had no gloves.
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February 24, 2024
No gloves
February 24, 2024
Two shirts hanging
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/02/two-shirts-hanging.html
Sweating at the roll oven,
No door to the oven,
no exhaust hood…
&
February 23, 2024
Making the dough
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/02/making-dough.html
The mixing room on the top floor
of Holsum Bakery (formerly Goddard Bakery)
Maple Street, Claremont, NH,
Summer of 1979,
after my first year of college.
I worked 14 weeks on the roll oven
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