Thanks to comments that you nice readers made on my post about the good old days when towels came in boxes of detergent, I have been reminded of another good-old-days phenomenon from the Manse years: the bread man.
Our bread man was Bill Willemsen, a Madoc resident (whom readers of a certain age from the Madoc area will certainly remember) who’d come to Canada from the Netherlands (and who retained a charming bit of a Dutch accent). He was just the nicest person ever. Always smiling, eyes twinkling, always in a good mood – he was a happy person and made his customers happy too.
Bill had his regular rounds and would pull up in front of the Manse in Queensborough once or twice a week (the frequency is something I don’t remember) and his truck would be stocked not just with bread (white and brown and probably other varieties too) but, much more exciting, sweets. I remember especially the delicious Voortman cookies (how appropriate, given that he was Dutch), but I think there may have been Hostess cupcakes and whatnot in there too. (I have been racking my brain trying to figure out what bakery company Bill would have worked for, or – if he was an independent operator – represented, but I don’t know. Weston’s? Except I think he had Wonder Bread (with the red, yellow and blue balloons, as Captain Kangaroo used to say), and was that sold by Weston’s? Perhaps Madoc-area readers [of a certain age] can answer that one.)
Is it not a stunningly great idea to have a bread man come to your house to deliver whatever bakery products you might need? What, people, has the world come to that we no longer have things like that as part of our daily lives? I miss Bill Willemsen and his good cheer.
And especially his Voortman cookies.