The Baker's Dozen

I Bet Many Of You Have Heard The Expression Baker's Dozen. Some Years Back I Found Out How That Phrase Came About. Of Course That's Not The Reason For Writing This Blog But Just Wanted To Spice It Up A Bit.
Back In The Day, In A Land Far Away, Bakers Who Were Ripping Their Customers Off And Cheating Them Out Of Their Rightful Dozen. They Took Their Complaints To The King! His Response To The Bakers Was That If Any More Customers Were Cheated They Would Be Beheaded. To Ensure They Would Maintain Themselves And Keep Their Heads On Straight They Would Always Toss In An Additional, Bringing The Total To 13.
My Mind Has Taken Me To The Years Of My Up Bringing. With My Parents Being Foster Parents We Would Never Know How Many Kids Would Be Sitting At The Table For Supper. Try To Think Of A Large Family And That's What It Felt Like Growing Up On Franklin. We Always Had The Half Baker's Dozen Once Brenda, Mark And Loyal Lived With Us On More Of A Permanent Basis.
My Father Got His Escape When It Was Time For Work. He Was A Firefighter And Worked 24 Hours And Off For 48 Hours. On His Days Off He Would Work A Second Job To Keep The Money Coming In. The Roses Goes To My Mother Because She Had No Escape.
I Don't Think I Have To Run Through The Duties Of A Mother For You To Fully Understand What Her Days Were Like. Multiply This By However Many Kids Were In The House. It Was Remarkable How One Woman Could Manage This Daily Routine.
Looking Back On Those Years I Don't Know How She Managed Just The Laundry. Of Course She Didn't Do It On A Rock At The Creek But It Might As Well Been. The Washer And Dryer Were Down In The Basement. Years Later After Billie And I Moved In She Told Me Since Our Family Was Much Smaller There Was No Need For A Walk In Closet. The Washer And Dryer Came Upstairs.
Those Days On Franklin Was Always A Fond Memory. I Often Wondered Why My Father Never Installed A Revolving Door. It May Have Never Been A Bakers Dozen, Yet I Am Sure My Mother At Times Felt It Was.