My husband's German kin had a bakery in Dayton, Kentucky in the late 30's and early 40's. Great stuff! The two vans would be loaded every morning and the boys would drive around the neighborhoods selling their breads, pies, cakes, rolls, etc. They would often have to go back and reload the vans because everyone liked what they had to sell. They also sold out of the main store. My husband and I lived across the Ohio river in Cincinnati. We would visit and come home with all kinds of goodies. My husband's mother and her sister were daughters of German imigrants that had come to Cincinnati inthe middle 1880's.My mil married a Kentuck hillbilly; sister married a German imigrat, they were the ones who had the bakery. A great family. I enjoyed visiting with them, eating the good food and trying to understand what they were talking about. At Christmas Uncle carl would make abeautiful ham for us, coating it with the brown sugar, fruit juice and cloves, then wrap it in rye dough about an inch thick then run it slowly through the bakers oven. Nothing likeit,wish I had one now. The other Christmas goodies were great, too. They lost a son in the war. The 1958 flood caused them to lose the home and bakery building. They didn't try to start over again. They are all gone now but I remember them well. I have my mil;s family Bible, a beautiful big book, weighs seeral pounds, printed in german with lots of pictures with a tussue sheet over each picture to protect it. A grandson rescued it from the flood waters and sent it to us when we lived in California. It has a heavy tooled leather cover and a metal clasp to close it, really nice. Regards, Belle

Another story full of wonderful memories. What a treasure to have the family Bible written in Germany. Never had a ham prepared the way you describe but it certainly does sound very tasty. Kay In a message dated 01/28/10 02:28:48 Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes: My husband's German kin had a bakery in Dayton, Kentucky in the late 30's and early 40's. Great stuff! The two vans would be loaded every morning and the boys would drive around the neighborhoods selling their breads, pies, cakes, rolls, etc. They would often have to go back and reload the vans because everyone liked what they had to sell. They also sold out of the main store. My husband and I lived across the Ohio river in Cincinnati. We would visit and come home with all kinds of goodies. My husband's mother and her sister were daughters of German imigrants that had come to Cincinnati inthe middle 1880's.My mil married a Kentuck hillbilly; sister married a German imigrat, they were the ones who had the bakery. A great family. I enjoyed visiting with them, eating the good food and trying to understand what they were talking about. At Christmas Uncle carl would make abeautiful ham for us, coating it with the brown sugar, fruit juice and cloves, then wrap it in rye dough about an inch thick then run it slowly through the bakers oven. Nothing likeit,wish I had one now. The other Christmas goodies were great, too. They lost a son in the war. The 1958 flood caused them to lose the home and bakery building. They didn't try to start over again. They are all gone now but I remember them well. I have my mil;s family Bible, a beautiful big book, weighs seeral pounds, printed in german with lots of pictures with a tussue sheet over each picture to protect it. A grandson rescued it from the flood waters and sent it to us when we lived in California. It has a heavy tooled leather cover and a metal clasp to close it, really nice. Regards, Belle ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message