Great Grandmother's dough recipe

I made my great grandma's rolls tonight. Considering all the cooking and bread making I'm doing lately this might not seem like a big deal. But it is. I usually only make them at Christmas time since they are so time consuming to make. Although I'm finding as I make them more they aren't so tedious. My great grandma made them all the time. For any get together and probably everyday eating too. She always seemed to have them. They remind me of her. She passed away in December of 2010 at the age of 99. She was a wonderful woman. Whom I loved very much. Everyone loved her rolls. But I'm the only one who knows how to make them.

So some back story. At the young age of 15 I learned lots. I learned to crochet and knit and I took 3 weeks in a little town called Onalaska, WA to learn how to make my grandmother's rolls. It's actually a dough recipe but everyone associate the recipe with her rolls. That was mostly what she made with the dough. But she told me how to do cinnamon rolls, maple bats and the like. Well as I learn more about breads I'm trying new things. So I did some trials with the rolls tonight. I'm making cloverleaf rolls, bread and cinnamon rolls. The cinnamon rolls I have made before.  Usually I make the rolls by putting butter on the rolled out dough and cutting and folding.  Very simple yet yummy way to have some sweet butter rolls.  Anyway, when I attended her funeral in Dec 2010 I was asked if I wanted anything of hers.  I said if possible I would love her recipes.  A month or so later I got a Recipe box full of her recipes that she had collected thru the years.  I don't know if they went thru them before I got them but I'm assuming not.  Since I found notes and all sorts of treasures in there.  I was also asked for my grandmother's recipe.  And it may sound mean but I won't give it up.  I took 3 weeks out of my summer as a teenager to learn that recipe.  None of those people took the time to learn when she was alive.  They didn't see the treasure that they had until she was gone.  And it's sad.  It's probably rather mean of me to keep the secrets to myself but I'm going to teach my children to make them and pass the recipe along through the generations.