join me for #makeandtake week to honor my granny and her amazing story. 

you will want to try this perfect white bread recipe too. the best base for lots of great recipes!

perfect homemade white bread great dough for lots of things!

meet norma arnett.

this is my granny. my mother’s mother.

her birthday is on friday, august 29th, and i hope you’ll indulge me and my family a minute while we celebrate her.

norma arnett

a quick history on her:

she had 10 kids. 10. and she was a quiet woman. but not without spunk and opinion and a long list of talents that would make your head spin. she was most of all, humble, and determined to leave the world better than she found it.

while searching for more about her, i found her entire life story on familysearch.org, written in her words. this paragraph brought me to tears:

I have had a happy life so far. The only thing that has caused me such terrible sadness and been almost impossible to do is give up my dear husband Fred. He was killed with his brother Marvin in a plane crash the 17 Sept. 1964. Little Sam was just two weeks old. We’re hoping we can help him know his dad by the things we say and the plans he had for us. I have a very dear family and everyone is healthy and happy. We have singers, dancers, musicians, comediennes, seamstresses, athletes, weight lifters, paperboys, yard men, coakes insurance men, actors, actresses, oh just all kinds of talents.

so many of those talents came directly from her. and yes, she then raised her kids alone for 36 years before she died.

{for family, who will ask, here’s the entire life story, most of which is in her own words.}

this is my granny with sam and her famous white bread….

{featured in the local newspaper}

 photo grannie tribune bread with sam

if you go to mesa, her bread recipe is used at the successful whole grain bread store

{working there was the first job i ever held in high school. side note: i made $6 an hour then, and i read in my granny’s history about the year she got married, and g-pa was gifted a raise of $5 a month. they then made $70 a month! nuts, right?}

the reason this bread is so famous though, is not only because it is one of the yummiest,

but mostly because this sweet lady baked about 12 loaves a week.

she kept 2 for her large family, and the rest were taken, while still hot, in brown paper bags to neighbors and friends who she thought needed a lift.

her baked goods were just the foot in the door. she was that quiet, charitable woman, who i’m sure most thought, “there’s a lady who has reason to be hard on herself and down on life, and look what she does with her time and talents!”

i often think about how much she meant to so many people. and i can’t talk about her without crying like a baby. she was one of the greats.

at her funeral, the owner of the bread store made hundreds of mini bread loaves to give away to those who came,

attached was this poem:

no half loaf poem printable

want to print this? download here

so this week i’ll be inviting family and friends to pass it on. to #makeandtake and #sharegoodness this week, in honor of granny. make these into rolls and take dinner, give it as dough and let them bake themselves,

make mini loaves and take them to teachers, drop them secretly on doorsteps.  i’m going to use this little printable to take it to friends and family this week, so watch your doorsteps if you live close!

 photo blessing bread

want to print this too? download here

boss and i whipped up this bread last week and i was unprepared for what would happen when the smell hit me.

tears were streaming as i saw my sweet granny in her kitchen, clear as day, red apron on, wavin her hand at me and passing over a jar of homemade jam.

i could see her wall of numbered grandkids all in read sweatshirts with white felt numbers on the chest, my toothless grin at number 40, and the hand-drawn calendar of birthdays.

i will almost have to make her bread weekly now, just to have the nostalgic memories that bring me back to her. to her sense of priorities.

i know she’s proud of me. i know she’d wave and say, “oh you’ll be fine.” she was so easy.

and i’m just glad that i didn’t completely botch her bread. it’s not as perfect looking as hers, but then really, was that ever her point?

{it sure tastes just like it!}

granny's white bread perfect

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perfectly sliced white bread