I never
forgot Charlie Bain. However, I did lose track of him for years. I found him on
the obituary pages of my home county newspaper, dead at age 95. He had been
born in Miami, Oklahoma, grew up at Pineville, Missouri in the Ozarks, worked a lifetime in Chanute,
Kansas, and died in Rogers, Arkansas just a ways down the road from me now. If
I had only known…
Charlie
was one of my very first bosses. I was in junior college and a new friend I met
there was working at Bain’s Bakery. She needed more hours and went to work for
the hospital, but she wanted to help Charlie find her replacement. I was an unlikely
candidate with no experience, but he took me on. Jeanne showed me the ropes and
continued to visit us at the bakery whenever she could. Charlie trusted me
right off, and left the bakery in my hands as soon as he could get out in the
early afternoon. He was tired.
I went
in at noon when the really hard work was over. Charlie had been baking bread
since 3:00 am. He made the dough, raised it, and patted it into loaves, buns,
and sweet rolls. He baked it and cleaned up the elephant-sized copper mixing
bowls. When I came in, I sliced the freshly cooled buns and bagged them for
next morning delivery. I washed cookie sheets, attended the front sales, took
orders, and locked up the store at 5:00, leaving things ready for Charlie’s
work to begin again in a few hours.
Charlie
had gray curly hair and an eye than slightly strayed to the corner, but he was
fit for his age in his white baker’s pants. A white tee rolled up to the
shoulder put muscles on display that he had developed lifting first the industrial-sized
bags of flour and then the heavy pans into and out of the blistering ovens. He
was quiet and hardworking, steady to a fault on getting his doughy job just
right. Sometimes when we worked together on a big job bagging or cutting rolls,
we would engage in conversations, and I could get a good story out of Charlie.
I think he had an ornery side, but his manners kept him from being crude or disrespectful
in any way in my presence.
The only
thing Charlie every disapproved of was my desire to become an English teacher. He begged
me to do something else. My friend was going into physical education meaning sports,
exercise and physical fitness, something he could understand.He knew I wasn't the sporty kind so maybe I could be a secretary. He told me many times that English
teachers were the meanest bunch of women he ever saw. They wore their hair in
little tight buns tucked at the back of their necks, their glasses on a rope,
and never ever showed a smile. Oh, how he hated to think of this happening to
me, but I promised I would not be that kind of English teacher. (There are
people walking the earth right now though that would say I failed at THAT
promise.)
Charlie didn't like to read, didn't see the need of it. He thought it was a good waste
of time. He believed in fishing, working with his hands, growing strawberries,
and being outside in some way. Since he was confined inside the bakery for so
many years dutifully earning a living or sleeping to get ready to go back to
the bakery, he had few precious hours outside; they were treasured. Free hours
were too valuable to be spent with a book in hand.
However,
Charlie had ONE book he praised. He had to read it while in school and had a
copy he read over and over again. He loved Shepherd
of the Hills, a book with a setting close to where he spent his childhood
years in the Ozarks. He could not
believe I had never read it. I tried, but I could not understand the dialect of
those hill folks! I was to read the book much later as an adult…an interesting
story that made me wonder what part, which character, so intrigued Charlie for
his entire lifetime.
I was
only to work at the bakery for a few months before transferring to PSU. Shortly
after my friend and I left town, Bain’s Bakery was closed as Charlie retired to
do woodworking and have some life outside in the daylight hours. My months
there were fairly quiet, but they were a learning time, seeing life under the sweet tutelage of a gentle man. Those simple days are so long ago, but the memories
are rich and satisfying as warm bread.
I hope
Charlie found a copy of Shepherd of the Hills
in Heaven’s library when he got there.
6 comments:
Oh, Bookie, that was a delightful post. I LOVED reading it. Your words formed a perfect picture of Charlie. Your images delighted. Thank you for sharing.
Oh man, it would have been devastating for me to work in that bakery. I'd want to eat the merchandise! Mmmmmm, warm rolls sound sooooo good. Susan
Charlie sounds like quite a character. And your description of bread--!! Well, as someone on a gluten-free diet, it was sheer torture to read that! LOL Lovely post, Claudia.
What a lovely tribute to Charlie. I would have loved to have come into that bakery to have a muffin and chat with him. If we're lucky, we all have a 'Charlie' or two in our lives. Mine was Miss Leah Finkelstein; a 90 year old blind lady who had been a librarian in San Francisco. I think of her and the stories she told me often.
Hope you love the Ragamuffin Gospel. (sometimes people oversell books and then you get disappointed; but I think it's a classic!)
Blessings!!!
What a sweet tribute to Charlie. Your description of him is so vivid. He sounds like a wonderful man who lived a long life.
How did I miss this wonderful post? It is a beautiful portrait of a man who had an influence. So glad he was able to retire and have some outside time.
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