The Poppy Factory
Among my earliest memories are bombs, rats in the air raid shelter, WWI servicemen, and the Poppy Factory. Until recently I thought the latter as much a myth as our family Homemade Cake Factory. Even though my mother pointed out a building not far from where we lived in Richmond, just outside London, as being “where the poppies are made.”For a week or two before Remembrance Day she would stand in the wind and rain selling those poppies to raise funds for veterans of both great wars.