Several years ago, we had a next door neighbor who was in her early 90's......she loved to cook. One afternoon she invited me over for a cup of coffee. With our coffee we had a wonderful bread, that she had made, called Friendship Bread. After complimenting her on the bread, she said "I am so glad you like it." Then she opened her freezer, it was loaded with loaves of the bread. She told me that a friend had given her a loaf, along with the recipe and some of the starter. She started baking and couldn't stop, she made the bread and fed the starter......she did not want to throw any of it away. She had been raised during the Great Depression. She figured that with six children (four of them teen age boys,) we could solve her problem. The kids loved it and I gave away all of the starter. What great memories they have of that time. When ever we have family gatherings, someone always remembers our dear neighbor and her bread. This has become a passed down family story.