“The Saturday Night Bath and Butterkruchen”

Posted by Nelson on September 20, 2010 in Life Wisdom |

On Sunday’s my first task was to walk over to Schillings Bakery and pickup the Butterkruchen for Breakfast.  This was always the high light of my week.  Butter Cake is what “Butterkruchen” translates to in American.   Go to the HyperLink Butterkruchen and see the recipe and a funny little blog written about it.

Anyhow back to the story.  As I said my job was to get the Butter Cake on Sundays.  Sunday’s were special for my Grandma. Because of her dogged insistence, I had to  attended the “Mediator Lutheran Church Sunday School.  Grandma had given up attempts to rescue my two brothers from the clutches of Satan and focused her efforts getting me converted and safely into the Blessed fold.  Leading up to  Sunday’s mixed blessings of Butter Cake and Sunday School was the Saturday night bath.  Some of you may be too young to understand this ritual.  Baths for many in earlier times were considered a luxury.  My Grandfather believed that bathing was bad for your health.  He only bathed twice a year, once in the spring when he took off his long Johns and again in the Fall when he put them back on.  On occasions when he began to “Ripen” the women in the House would usher him into the bath room demanding his Baptismal to remove at least two layers of dirt.  I remember once when he and Grandma were Hospitalized from a car accident.  Uncle Bill and Uncle John, his two sons, came home laughing after visiting them in the Hospital.  Uncle Bill with a devilish smile told us, “It took the nurses two days before realizing Dad wasn’t wearing “Black Socks”

Bathing more than once a week was an expense many of the poor could not afford.  The Soap and Water cost cut into other necessities for the family.  So “The Saturday Night Bath” became a “Ritual”.  I suppose I should have been grateful that I lived in a time when I at least got clean water to bath in.  Earlier times saw whole families bathing in the same water.  The baby, (that would be me), was the last to get the privilege of bathing in dirty used bath water.  “Don’t throw the Baby out with the Bath Water” was spawned from that era.

Summers dirt accumulation on me was fairly mild, but Winters had challenges to my hygiene.   Our home was heated by Coal.  I had the task to clean the Coal Bin before every coal delivery.  To this day I don’t know why it is important to clean a Coal Bin.  I had to do this job on Saturdays.  Mother worked hard to support us so cleaning house was given to us Children.  But cleaning a coal bin? Maybe it was Mom’s idea to keep me out of trouble.  Anyhow, after a Saturday of sweeping out a Coal Bin you can imagine what a Eight year old might look like.  This vignette from my pass explains my fetish for taking long Hot Showers and not sitting in a tub.  Every time I see a bath tub, visions of two eyes peering out of a mask of “Bituminous Coal Dust” hurling me back to that nasty dirty COAL BIN.

The following is an easy quick substitute recipe for Butterkruchen that the Challenged Cook might find more to their liking.

GERMAN BUTTER CAKE

1 (2 layer size) yellow cake mix with pudding in the mix
4 eggs
1 stick butter, melted
8 oz. cream cheese, softened
1 tsp. vanilla
1 lb. confectioners’ sugar
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Mix 1 slightly beaten egg with cake mix and butter to a moist dough. Grease a 9 x 13 inch pan. Press dough into pan. Beat softened cream cheese with remaining 3 eggs and vanilla until creamy. Gradually add the whole box of sugar. Beat until smooth. Pour over crust. Bake for 35-40 minutes. If using a glass pan, reduce oven to 325 degrees.

I'm a 74 year old man who loves this new medium of Blogging. I am also an Senior Manager in Send Out Cards which gives me a superior method of relating to the world through Greeting Cards. I have met and enjoyed wonderful friends who support me and actually LIKE me which is very rewarding. My online presence is growing and if I can hang on to life I will reap the benefits of establishing a business that will comfort me when I get old. Mostly however I Blog about my life which for some strange reason is well received. Like most of us the future is scary and the remembrance of older days give a measure of comfort. So I continue to reveal the past with optimism that the future will some day be the comfort of somebody else.

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