Grandpa Charlie’s Biscuits-His All-American Favorite Food

Dear Reader:

I wish I could say I remember my Granddaddy Wilson…You have heard me refer to Grandmother Wilson many times with her wits of wisdom and common sense approach to life…She was the one who also helped raise me for almost a year following my father’s death.

What is even more remarkable about grandmother’s grit is the fact that  Grandaddy died within months of my father and then daddy’s father died just weeks before he did. (So within a small scale of months I lost my father and both grandfathers.)

My only memories of Granddaddy Wilson come from the stories grandmother told me as a child. The one thing that stands out above all else (one small remnant of a memory) is that he loved grandmother’s biscuits. He liked them plain, with gravy but most of all he loved homemade biscuits with molasses! For him…this was dessert!

Grandmother always put either sausage gravy, bacon gravy, or ham gravy on Granddaddy’s breakfast biscuits…it was his favorite part of breakfast. It certainly kept him fortified until lunch when dinner was served…the biggest meal of the day.

The mid-day meal had to give granddaddy the strength to work those cotton fields until supper. Supper was the smallest meal…usually some left-overs from dinner and some evenings granddaddy would say he was just too tired to eat…but he would appreciate it…if Mary Ellen would fix him a couple of biscuits and molasses for a little “dessert” and then wink at her.

Granddaddy Wilson’s heart gave out on him and he suffered during his last days but one day he was feeling a little better and probably more to please grandmother than anything else…he said he thought he could eat a small biscuit with molasses for his “dessert.”

Grandmother asked if he didn’t want a plain biscuit, or a  biscuit with gravy but he shook his head and with a tired smile said…“No Mary Ellen…it takes longer to pour the molasses on that biscuit and I want to spend it all with you.” He died later that night.

Jo sent a “Biscuit Prayer” to me, recently, which I vaguely remembered hearing a long time ago… but it felt like it was meant to be read this July the Fourth. It, also, got me remembering Granddaddy Wilson. I sense he would have loved this prayer, especially on this patriotic day. I hope you, too, enjoy it.

“The Biscuit Prayer”

A while back I read a story of a visiting pastor who attended a men’s breakfast in the middle of a rural farming area of the country.

The group had asked an older farmer, decked out in bib overalls, to say grace for the morning breakfast.

“Lord, I hate buttermilk,” the farmer began.

The visiting pastor opened one eye to glance at the farmer and

wondered where this was going.

The farmer loudly proclaimed, “Lord, I hate lard.”

Now the pastor was growing concerned.

Without missing a beat, the farmer continued, “And Lord, you know I don’t much care for raw white flour.”


The pastor once again opened an eye to glance around the room and saw that he wasn’t the only one feeling uncomfortable.

Then the farmer added, “But Lord, when you mix them all together and bake them, I do love warm fresh biscuits.

So Lord, when things come up that we don’t like, when life gets hard, when we don’t understand what you’re saying to us, help us to just relax and wait until you are done mixing.

It will probably be even better than biscuits



Within that prayer there is great wisdom for all when it comes to complicated situations like what we are experiencing in the world today.

Stay strong, my friends, because our LORD is mixing several things that we don’t really care for, but something even better is going to come when HE is done with it.



So until tomorrow… While you are enjoying your July the Fourth holiday picnic…Perhaps pizza, corn on the cob,  barbecue, hot dogs or whatever…maybe even a biscuit or two :)…know that alone or separate… we can’t fight this virus… but together…united in spirit and kindness… our great country can prevail and be better for it and for the generations to come.

Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

Patriotic scenes that make me happy!

Have a safe holiday and let’s say a special prayer for God’s guidance through this difficult days! We need Him to shine the lantern to lead us out of the darkness.




About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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1 Response to Grandpa Charlie’s Biscuits-His All-American Favorite Food

  1. Rachel Edwards says:

    Love that song…remember in school how we learned all of the patriotic songs…said the Plege of Allegiance everyday…sang the national anthem with pride and said a prayer with a grateful heart and pride to be a US citizen…hope that one day this may return…God bless and keep this great land of ours….


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