When I was a kid my Gram would make pumpkin bread every fall. For those few months, we'd always have a loaf in our house. When I went to college, she'd always send a loaf (or sometimes two). Some time after she passed, I asked my mother for her old recipe card. Between her handwriting and the amount of stains, faded ink, folds, and tears, it was impossible to read. I spent a few days deciphering what I could and researching similar recipes across the interwebz to fill in the blanks. Alas...I had recreated Gram's pumpkin bread!