Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Talented Tuesday: Tracing The Cake Lady Gene

My sister, for those of you who haven't had the pleasure, is a Cake Lady.  Here she is behind her creations at a friend's recent wedding as proof.  She bakes, perfects, decorates, frosts, and uses all those around her as very willing guinea pigs.  We guinea pigs are convinced she could probably make a nice living at it if she had the confidence.

We knew she came by this from my dad's side of the family.  Our great-grandmother Marie Mauracher was a pastry chef when she came to Colorado from Austria in 1921, though the passenger list has her as a cook.  Her pastry was the stuff of family legend, so we figured that was where the Cake Lady Gene came from.

But today, when preparing for my digital storytelling workshop (more on that next post), I found this note among the poetry of our maternal great-grandmother, Alta Branson Evans:

Nov. 1953
My last day at Cake Decorating School
To my teacher, Orma Farnham
It's really been a pleasure, working with you my Dear, 
I've looked forward to every lesson, but not sleeping too well, I fear.
I wake up at 4 in the morning and make roses until 6 am
Alta and Raymond Evans
But mine never turn out like yours
For yours really are just gems
Now here it is, our very last day,
and my Wedding Cake's ready to go,
How I wish I could make lovely things like you
For yours are truly just so.
But maybe with practice I will improve
Can't really get very much worse,
And maybe a little bit better, who knows,
I've room for improvement of course
There'll be many times when I'll think of you
And wish you were standing by, just to give me
A little helping, for I'll need it and that's no lie.
But always give out with your charming smile
For it helps falters along life's way
And now may God bless you and keep you my dear
So my prayer in His name, I pray.
Love and Best Wishes, 
Alta Evans

So apparently the Cake Lady Gene came from both sides.  Marie Mauracher, I have been assured, was never lacking in self-confidence, so I may have found the source for the lack of confidence as well.  Clearly, more things are hereditary than I ever expected.  Now how to prove to the latest Cake Lady that she can make a go of it?


  1. Aw! That's really nice! Thanks Rhiannon!

  2. Thanks, sis. Now get going already.