Thursday, September 30, 2010

Those Places Thursday - Cushman's Bakery of Portland, Maine



Cushman's Bakery, in Portland, Maine, was one of  "those places" that played an integral part in the lives of many members of my family.  It could even be said that, but for Cushman's, I wouldn't even be here...


My maternal grandfather, Ross Bustin (1908-1990) worked at Cushman's as a truck driver, from a small neighborhood delivery truck, whose sides opened up to reveal the freshest bread, rolls, pies and donuts, to the longer distance trucks which had routes all over New England.  He ended his working career running the small retail outlet on Franklin St., on Munjoy Hill.  I remember stopping in many times in those waning days of Cushman's presence in Portland.

His brother Lawrence (1913-1969), whom I knew as Uncle Laurie, was foreman on the shipping floor for over 35 years at Store #5, at 107 Elm St.


It was there that their sister Vesta (1907-1964), whom I knew as Aunt Beck, worked in the office as a bookkeeper.  When we were little kids, Aunt Beck would always bring us discarded office paper for us to draw and color on (an early recycler!)  Her husband, Vanstone Tewksbury, also worked there at one time.


Dad (Richard Seavey) started at "the bakery" sometime around October 1953, after he came home from his stint in the Navy. He always worked in the Bread Room, which accelerated a mild asthma condition. He stayed with Cushman's until the company closed its Portland operations altogether in the '60's.

Mom (Marilyn Bustin) worked there in the Cookie Room during the summer of 1948, between her junior and senior year of high school, and then returned after graduation 1949.  A mutual friend played matchmaker and soon a budding romance was under way!  She continued working there after they were married until the end of December 1954, when she discovered she was pregnant with Yours Truly.


My memories of Cushman's include sitting in the family station wagon waiting for Dad to get off work.  We were one of many one-car families back then, and if Mom needed the car, she took him in and picked him up. Frequently, Dad would come to the window of the Break Room to let us know he had a chance to get some overtime, and we would wait it out. Our family knew so many of the workers that we would have lots of car-window visitors.  We would also have numerous plant tours with our Scout troops, etc.  And, of course, there was always the bread (I particularly remember a pastel-ly swirl loaf used to make canapes) and the donuts (in the see-through box).





The Maine Historical Society, on p. 4 of their Spring 2005 issue, published an excellent article on the history of Cushman's. And, just last summer, Colin Sargent published Cushman's "Secret" Scotch Cookie Recipe on his Portland Monthly website.




3 comments:

  1. Small World! My dad drove a Cushman's Bakery truck when he was in college. He lived in Beverly, and I have no idea what his route included. My godfather used to tell me how he would sneak rides with my Dad, and how wonderful the truck smelled inside!

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  2. I can remember back in 1956, we had a Cushman's Bakery delivery man who made weekly stops at our home with fresh baked products like bread, doughnuts, yo yos', The fresh air smell and cold wind on winter days as the kitchen door opened to let the guy in to take moms' order and delivery right on the spot,and numerous other products too.. Here's to the memories Mr. Nolan our dedicated route man.

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  3. My dad, Raymond (Pete) Taylor was a cake decorator at cushman's for 38 years up until they went out of business.
    He also would bring a truck home on weekends to paint the Cushman's lettering on it to make a little extra money.
    He became friends with "Vet" Cushman and they would go off flying in Vet's small plane. I remember him telling me they flew the length of the Maine Turnpike the day it opened.
    Dad built a boat for Vet that was in the shape of a duck that Vet used for duck hunting at Sebasco.
    I have many memories of the time our family spent at Sebasco as guests of the Cushman's in the "Lighthouse".
    My dad thought of Cushman's Bakery as family and was devastated when they went out of business.

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