Smells of Childhood

Question:  What is a special smell you remember in your childhood?

I grew up in an almost completely (if not 100%) Mormon community. In the 1950s Moms, for the most part, stayed home and sewed and cooked and grew vegetable gardens and baked. Carol, my best friend, lived across the street from us. Her mom, Bernice, was so great. Once or twice a week she baked bread. During the warmer days when doors and windows were open, we could smell her bread as we walked around the corner coming home from school.

When I smelled that, I would run home, dump my books and run across the street. She always made an extra loaf just for us kids as we came home, and she always had fresh, real butter for us, too. Homemade bread is the best. But homemade bread just out of the oven with fresh butter is even better. If she would have let me, I could have and would have eaten that whole loaf.

I always wanted to be there first, so I could get the end slice with harder crust one one side. Yummy!

Thanks, Bernice.