The Forgotten Sister - Chapter Six
On the Ice
6 May
It was fun putting together my Facebook page. I started working on it right after doing my dream journal. I didn’t expect much to happen right away so I was surprised to see that someone found me in under 24 hours and left a message. It was from someone named Greg Warston. He was a painfully shy electrician who worked on the ice with me in Antarctica. He said that he had been looking for me for years. What a surprise! The only thing he ever said to me the whole time I worked there was that he loved my cinnamon buns. It is just as well I suppose that he didn’t. I was still pretty raw from losing Lars and working in Antarctica appealed to my desire to hunker down and lick my wounds. I wouldn’t have made an ideal girlfriend at that time for him or anyone else.
When I first came to America I lived in New York City. To me America consisted of two things; New York City and the Wild West. Of course, Los Angeles and Hollywood were in the mix somewhere too but New York seemed to be a great place to start. The hustle and bustle of the City that Never Sleeps provided just that sort of distraction I required. I had some money from selling the house and furnishings and a small insurance policy that Lars had. I found a place to live and tried to find work. It seemed that there are lots of bakers in New York City and good one’s too. I found some temp work but nothing permanent. Even my modest room was expensive and my bank balance was dropping more each month. English was a bit of a struggle for me too. That didn’t help much. I was more interested in baking and Lars than improving my grasp of English. I thought I knew it pretty well from watching films in Sweden for years but I found that the English spoken in films and the English spoken on the streets of New York were worlds apart.
I looked for work every day and despaired of having to return to Sweden poorer than when I left. That wasn’t the way it happened in the movies! I kept looking at the want ads. One Sunday I spied an ad for food service workers for the science station at the South Pole. Wow, I thought! I can save a bunch of money working there, maybe enough to open my own bakery or buy a house! How bad could it be?
I applied to the ad and sent them a resume. They called me for an interview. I was so excited! I wanted to stand out from the rest of the crowd so I decided to make samples of my work. The day and night prior to the interview I made breads, cakes, rolls, pies you name it. I took two large carry bags with me to the interview and left them there. They must have liked them. I got the job!
It seemed to take forever to get there, forever to get through the year and forever to get back. I did get to meet a unique group of polar nomads, people who work at the ends of the earth traveling between the arctic and Antarctic in what must be the world’s longest commute. After my year at the South Pole was up I followed some of them to Alaska where they said a good baker could always find work and they were right, I could and I did and once there, remained.
I did dream last night. It was of Lars again. There was no sign of Lisbeth this time. It was our first Christmas together and he gave me a wonderful set of bread pans. They are one of the few things I’ve kept from our life together in Sweden. They were easy to pack in my luggage during my wandering years. Last night’s dream didn’t make me sad and neither do my bread pans.
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