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The B r e a d Lady - P a r t II Tlie following was written by Vincent Hernandez and is about his Ufe with his mother diiring the late 1930's on Hollyburn Mountain where she ran a small bakery. She was known locally as "the Bread Lady." Part I appeared in the Spring Edition of "Memories". Our two main resident customers were the ski lodges. They would huy, among other things, coffee rings, which they would cut up and sell i n sections to hungry skiers. Myjob was dehveryboy. I would put about twelve loaves of bread mto a pack on a Trapper Nelson packboard with coffee rings carefully placed on top, and took off on my weekly routes which tacluded the two ski lodges and some private cabios. West Lake Ski Lodge was my favourite destiaation. They bought the most loaves of bread,so when I left there my pack would be substantially lighter. Also, and more importantly, if Fred Jones was there he would give me my choice of a chocolate bar from their display. As I approached the lodge with my load I used to pray "Let it be Fred! Let it be Fred!" SpeaJdng of praying, my mother was a very reUgious person. In religion, as i a most other things m her life, moderation was not a big concern. Being staunch Roman CathoUcs, we of course went to chm-ch every Sunday, even though it was a good hour and a half hike down the mountain to St. Anthony's Church,and over two hours to return. Since we would take communion we did not eat until after Mass, the rule in those days. M y aunt Weash and Uncle Harry (Milner) who Uved at Twenty Fourth and Ottawa, would always take pity on us and mvlte us back for breakfast. I well remember the wonderfully dehcious bacon and eggs we had at their place. I don't beUeve order and had it dehvered to my aimt's house. The really tough trips up the moimtain were the times when we needed more bread flour. Then it was myjob to carry aU the groceries. A week's supply of food weighed about thirty-five or forty pounds, which I found to be plenty heavy by the time we reached our cabm. My mother, a fairly small woman about five feet four inches tall and weighing about one hundred and thirty pounds, carried the flour - a ninety eight pound sack of it! If you don't think a htmdred pounds is very heavy, just try carrying it uphill on your back for a couple of hours. 1 remember one time when a young man, hiking briskly up the trail, caught up to us and kmdly offered to carry my mother's pack for a ways. We found a stump to rest it on to make the transfer, and when he leaned forward and straightened up, the full weight hit him. He staggered, grunted, and his eyes bulged. He manfully made his way up the trail about half a mile to another stump where he just had to give up and retm'n the load to my mother I suspect he was very careful to avoid us on the trail from then on. For us, wintertime on the mountain was the best time. There was snow and we coiHd sM, there were more customers to buy baJdng, and we could even rent out accommodations, on a part- · ff HoUyburn Cabin #166 "Skiesta", 194? 1174.WVA.HHS.TAP breakfasts have ever tasted better. After breakfast, or somewhat later, we would face the tirmg trek back up the mountain with the next week's supply of groceries on our backs. Since the stores were not open on Sxmdays m those days, I am not clear as to how we got them. There was a telephone at the ski lodge perhaps my mother phoned m the