My grandfather was a baker–a baker and a deacon. He was many, many wonderful things, but these two roles stand out in my mind. During WWII, he served on a Merchant Marine ship, every day making breads and pies for 80 men. I often imagine my Paw-Paw as a young man, rolling with the seas. What was it like? Were they in danger? He never really talked much about it, and now that he’s gone, I may never learn much more about it.