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How We Lost Allan the Bakery Owner in My Small Town
Allan was a sprightly tall man in his early 70s
Allan was one of the great people we lost during the pandemic.
He was a widower and a father of two who lived alone and died alone. The first time, I walked into Allan’s bakery was on a Monday morning.
Normally I’m not a breakfast person, but on this day I had a great breakfast at this simple joint thanks to my wonderful friend who insisted that we stop by Allan’s location before continuing with our journey.
According to him, spending time there wasn’t just about eating but supporting a local business and chatting with a man the entire town loved so much.
I had just moved into the area and didn’t know much about the people and the things to do.
Allan was a sprightly tall man in his early 70s. I still remember his long hands. Gray hair and the movement of his hands while making dough in his nicely decorated bakery located in the middle of the street.
Framed photos of his two kids, his late wife, and his first customers on the restaurant’s opening day hung by the corner.
Alan was an adept baker. He baked with passion, dedication, and kindness. He ran his bakery with love, loyalty, and commitment to his…
