Ms Annie Johnson of Arkansas found herself with two toddling sons, very little money, a slight ability to read add simple numbers.
She rested a little, and then, discarding some rocks, she walked in the darkness to the saw mill five miles farther along the dirt road.
meat pies for a nickel each
That same night she worked into the early hours boiling chicken and frying ham. She made and filled the rolled-out pastry with meat. At last she went to sleep.
Most workers had brought their lunches pinto beans and biscuit or crackers, onions and cans of sardines, but they were tempted by the hot meat pies which annie ladled out of the fat. She wrapped them in newspapers which soaked up the grease, and offered them for sale for a nickel each.
meat pie at a nickel each
Annie never disappointed her customers, who could count on seeing the tall brown-skin women bent over braizier, turning the meat pies.
In years a stall became a store where customers could buy cheese, meal, syrup, cookies, candy, writing tables, pickles, canned goods, fresh fruit, soft drinks, coal,oil, and leather soils for worn-out shoes.