Nostalgic Tidbit: It is funny how some of our likes and dislikes from an early age follow us throughout life. I have never tired of the taste of bread. In the 50’s, I only remember us having white bread all the time. Wheat  and rye bread existed, I think, but for our family it was white bread all the way. Think of all the bread choices we have nowadays…” It is now a bread lover’s paradise just when I shouldn’t eat so much of it”!

Chapter 17

My Epitaph

When I say I was a bread lover from the first taste, I

don’t mean that I was someone who really liked

bread…I loved it! I still do this very day. While

growing up in the 50’s, Mom and Dad would always

go grocery shopping on Saturday afternoons at the

Margaret Ann store in Winter Haven. The store was

later bought out by Winn Dixie. Anyway, they would

always buy a loaf or two of bread to last the week for

sandwiches, etc. Under normal circumstances, that

amount might be sufficient for three growing boys

BUT, one of them (Me)…felt he could live on bread

alone. 

We came up short on the bread supply well before the

week was over many times. I honestly could sit and eat

an entire loaf of bread along with a cola and be as

happy as possible. What can I say, I was a simple

child. Even today, my wife accuses me of that

sometimes! I even got creative and made mayonnaise

sandwiches, mustard sandwiches, ketchup sandwiches,

and my favorite of all, to this day…banana and

peanut butter sandwiches. Through the years, even as

an adult, I have continued to enjoy bread of every kind,

 from the tasteless hotdog buns to gourmet breads

freshly baked. I can always make a meal to enjoy with

bread alone.

Even at that early age, I established an identity as an

unusual bread lover. 

That identity follows me still. I have often told friends

that if I was on death row or on my death bed and had

one last request for food…guess what it would be?

I have teased my wife that whenever I depart this

world, I  want my epitaph to read: “He tried to live

on bread alone”.

Somehow, I doubt she will honor that request!

Time for me to stop writing…hot bread is coming out

of the oven.

Departing Challenge

There are so many other thoughts and stories I could

share with you but I will wait to do so in future

writings. As you have followed me down some early

memories of my life, it is my hope that you have been

stimulated to capture and make note of some of your

own reflections of the past. I encourage you to write

them down and then determine a format in which you

wish to memorialize to your family and friends. You

will be glad you did! I know your loved ones will

appreciate it beyond what any words can express.

We all have a legacy to leave…We all have a choice

as to how we will be remembered!

How  do   you   choose  

to  be

remembered?