52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History: Smells

When I think of childhood smells, all my mind stops at is the smell of Dad’s baking sourdough bread.  He had a starter going for months, if not years, and he’d bake the bread in our wood-burning stove and the smell of that delicious bread would permeate the whole house.

I made sourdough starter.  It promptly turned a scary black and smelled like death itself.