There is no image for this post. For this particular one, there is no need. Years after the Merita Bread plant closed - it's doors chained and rusted - I would still get a wift of that aroma. I can't explain it. Perhaps ghosts of previous employees were still baking bread in there.
I am sure my senses were being tricked after all those years, rolling down my window every day I drove by that place to breath deep that heavenly aroma of thousands of loaves of bread being baked. I can not describe that incredible warm aroma that would fill ones nostrils and soul. The intersection at 12th and Meighan has always been a busy one. No one likes being stopped at a stop light, but this particular light, allowed the traveler to enjoy a few minutes of bliss. Here one couldn't help but breath deep and sigh.
The old white building was demolished years ago and there in it's place is a car lot. Unfortunately my mind no longer plays it's tricks on me. The ghost aroma from the old factory no longer haunts my olfactory.
My grandfather worked there, he moved from Huntsville to work there. I don't recall if he was a delivery person, manager or what. Later he opened the Billy Boy restaurant across the street; but I think I've written this before; anyways, the same thing would happen to me about the smell...denise
ReplyDeleteI, too, remember the smell of Merita bread at that intersection. I remember reading somewhere that smells are very strong triggers of memory!
ReplyDeleteI worked as a security guard there right before it closed and then later on at the warehouse by hastings park. I still remember the smell of the fresh bread :)
ReplyDeleteI remember every Sunday morning on the way to church smelling the heavenly aroma of baked bread. As a Cub Scout, I took a tour of Merita and each of us took home a loaf fresh and hot off the line. I'll never forget the bread steamed up inside the bag!
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