It’s funny how small things can trigger memories from long ago.
Dunking my multigrain roll in my tea reminds me of my Grandma Andrews! She was the only one of my grandparents still alive when I was born, and she died when I was seven.
She lived with my Mom’s sister, but would come for visits with us, and would stay for a week or more at a time. I remember she always dressed in a long, black dress. She was a tailoress, so probably made her own clothes.
If she wanted a snack, she would brew some tea, then butter a piece of bread and put it on her plate. After pouring tea on the bread, she added sugar and then enjoyed eating it.
And my memories of her are triggered every time I dunk my roll in my tea!