Ike writes

Gram’s Bread

In 1951 we moved from San Francisco to Concord

It was the middle of July, it was hot

When Gram’s store was baking bread

You could smell the bread fresh out of the oven

Mom would open the kitchen window and the air was full

Of the aroma of baking bread

She said, Ike, go get a loaf of bread from Gram’s store

Mom gave me 15 cents and off I went

It was 2 blocks to the store

The closer I got to the store the hungrier I got

When I got to Gram’s there was a line around the corner of the store

On the way home the smell got to me

I tore a hunk off the loaf and ate it

When I got home. . . I was in trouble

After that I learned to take an extra 20 cents

And buy two loaves of bread and a cube of butter

The butter would melt into the bread

And I had a smile on my face all the way home

I never got into trouble . . . again

 -- Avrom Yanovsky