“More about Thirteen”

The number thirteen…loved by some, detested by others as unlucky.
The number thirteen literally could mean bread of life for bakers in 13th Century England.
Bakers could be penalized, fined, or even lose one of their kneading hands if they were found to sell “short”……
So bakers, worried that one loaf might burn, might be unsellable in the dozen….would bake an extra loaf…..the 13th…..the baker’s dozen.
This insured that the weight of the wheat in the loaves would not come up short….so thirteen was their assurance of a prosperous, happy life.
My father told me stories of his growing up……everyone mother in the neighborhood would create her dough and have one of her children bring it to the neighborhood bakery oven to bake. He took his mother’s loaf, marked with a red marble inserted in the dough. Everyone in the neighborhood had their own colored marble.
My family had red because the first syllable of our name meant red.
When the breads came out of the oven, kids would know which one to take home, so no one came up short with a loaf that wasn’t what they were expecting……
Thankfully, there were no fines or beatings or hacked off hands……..
But bakers, to this day, still pay homage to the bakers who weren’t so lucky back then…….
Here’s to a safe, happy, prosperous New Year…….

About sknobloch

I am an Author, Artist, and Reiki Master and Intuitive Counselor, offering energy and guidance sessions on people and beloved pet companions. I divide my time between a Northern NJ suburb of Manhattan and Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. I enjoy pursuing paranormal explorations in this uniquely haunted town. Read more about me at www.briarrosereiki.com and http://shirlknoblochwillowfineartprintsandphotography.zenfolio.com/ All writings and photos © Shirl Knobloch.......no unauthorized copying or use permitted without written permission from the author and photographer, Shirl Knobloch.
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