This recipe was written in my mother's hand and also includes my name on the card. It is really a nice piece to have and it brought back so many memories of my mother teaching me to make bread. Every Saturday morning we made a large batch of bread (11 in the family), which didn't last long and was so good when warm and the butter melted on it. The first time I baked bread she didn't give me measurements but used terms like "a handful of sugar" or a "little salt" and finished "with enough flour to get the right consistency." Needless to say, I had lots of questions for her about just what all this meant! I'm thinking I'll have to try to make it again sometime.