One day I had gone into the kitchen area and he happened to be there working on a cheese platter. As I neared him I stuck out my tongue and he slapped a big wad of nasty stinky cheese on my tongue. Needless to say that was the last time I stuck my tongue out at him. He seemed to have a knack with creating great cheese, cracker and fruit spreads. Still does actually. You could always count on him to be boisterous and silly. To this day, if you let him, he will talk for hours telling great stories about everything and anything!
"Grandpa Jo" The main owner, I think, seemed to always have Toblerone chocolates on his desk. If he was in the office he would offer one to me. He has a thick Swedish accent and I remember how he had a hard time enunciating the "th" sound. As a little kid I enjoyed listening to him talk, mostly because it sounded different. I remember at lunch times watching him over at the massive gas fired stoves in the kitchen whipping some kind of wonderful concoction for lunches. He was always kind and I never felt like I was in the way. We called his wife Grannie Jo. I have too many memories of the two of them and the many acts of service I received from them to write down. What wonderful people!
Kris Harris was one of the chefs. A really good one! I remember her letting me sit on her lap in the parking lot and while she controlled the accelerator she let me have control of the steering wheel. As a child I thought I had died and gone to heaven!Mike Talbot was a chef as well. I watched him woo all the ladies. I think he may have dated all the non-married ladies or at least it seemed that way. He was always a tease and he would show all the kids his "special teeth!" He had an extra set of teeth behind his front teeth. I always thought this was gross but entertaining. He started working there when he was a late teenager and pretty much grew up while working at Bowman's.
Nola Smith was the baker! OH BOY did she make the best chocolate chip cookies. Bowman's had this massive Hobart mixer and she filled that huge caldron up with a bunch of ingredients and would make hundreded of heavenly cookies. Last year when I was pregnant with Eliza I was craving these cookies. Since Nola goes to my church where I live I tried getting the recipe but she was unable to find the blessed thing. I told her it was probably better that I didn't have it :)
When I was about 4 my twin sister wanted to play barber shop and insisted she was only going to pretend to cut my hair. My Mom was away so my Dad was in charge of watching us. Well my Dad was in the other room watching TV when our "pretend" haircutting took place. When my sister finished off my hair with shaking baby powder all over my head and handed me a mirror to behold her "pretend" masterpiece it was obvious she had used real scissors.
As a result of my boy haircut, when I would have to walk pass the kitchen at Bowman's some of the chefs would say "There goes the boy twin!" This traumatized me a bit.
I had a huge hood on my winter jacket. It had that faux fur on the edges. So I figured out if I pulled my hood over my head and looked down and ran past them then I would not have to listen to their taunting. It worked for me and in my mind that's what made the taunting stop. I'm sure in all actuality it probably stopped because somebody said something. Who knows.
Bowman's was contracted with an outdoor music festival theater named Meadowbrook. Next week I will talk about those wonderful memories!
Bowman's was contracted with an outdoor music festival theater named Meadowbrook. Next week I will talk about those wonderful memories!


