Those wonderful “poppy biscuits”
Growing up as a child of parents of sharecroppers in the 1930s and 1940s, my greatest desire was going to my grandma Lula Scruggs’ house. We didn’t get to go often due to the approximately 4½ miles of walking. A long way for a child, but my thoughts were on the “poppy” biscuits I knew she had awaiting us children in the bottom drawer of her wood cook stove. She always put every leftover biscuit in that drawer where they dehydrated and kept for months. The first thing we did after saying hello was go to the stove for a “poppy” biscuit. They were the favorite goodie of all us grandchildren. She was a widow with three children still at home. Times were very hard in those days, but us children didn’t know of such things. There was nothing I looked forward to more than grandma’s “poppy” biscuits.