My Dad was a baker. Although he met my Mom during World War II while building airplanes at Douglas Aircraft in California — he was a supervisor of some sort, and she was a “Rosie the Riveter” — he grew…
My Dad was a baker. Although he met my Mom during World War II while building airplanes at Douglas Aircraft in California — he was a supervisor of some sort, and she was a “Rosie the Riveter” — he grew…