Proof The Bible Is True

One of the best things about having George Miller as a neighbor and a friend was his dad’s bakery.

So when he asked if I wanted to take a walk there on a broiling hot Saturday morning in July 1931, I jumped at the chance. The bakery was three stories high, and George and I planned to explore the whole place top to bottom.

“Hi, Dad!” George called when we went inside. “I’ve got Don with me!”

Mr. Miller waved to us from behind the counter. “You boys want cookies?” he said. “Oven fresh.”

We eagerly accepted his offer, then continued on our way through the plant where workers decorated cakes and pulled fresh loaves of bread and rolls out of the ovens.

Of course, you couldn’t expect a couple of 10-year-old boys not to sample this kind of merchandise. We swiped maraschino cherries dipped in chocolate, pastries filled with cream, fresh donuts, you name it.

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