The Smell of Baking Bread

It’s quite something when our senses take us back to some experience we are reminded of. As I’m out walking each morning, and turn on to Bascom St. at Chances Are, I can smell the baking bread from Bredin’s bakery. What comes to mind for me each time is many years ago when I went to nursery school and we would go for our walk each morning. As we went along Facer Street, the bakeshops all had that wonderful smell of baking bread. That’s what I think of and remember.

It’s funny how certain things trigger memories of certain people or events. When I eat dill pickles, which I love, I remember my Aunt Donna who reminded me at family gatherings how much I loved them. I also think of her because she made the best macaroni salad for family bbq’s. I think of Beth’s Aunt Marg when we have Christmas pudding and sauce; and Mrs. Berry when I see candy apples because that was her specialty. Read More.

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