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Show Grandmother's Recipe for Bread By ANNE CAMPBELL THERE In a book where It had long been spread, I found Grandmother's recipe for bread, Written by her dear band, and placed inside A cook-book long ago, for me, a bride, I had not tried It for a dozen years, And gazed upon It now with falling tears. For I conld see her silver head once more, Bent to a little child beside her door. II smelled the home-made bread she baked for me, And churned for Grandmother ln The buttery door stood open, for no bar Kept me from Grandmother's tall cooky Jar. The curtains blew ln the October air, Her bird sang, telling me the world was fair. The carpets made of rags, the tidies' fold Upon the Morris chair, like her, grown old-Are old-Are memories of precious years, long sped. Caught in recipe for making bread. Copyright WNU Service. |