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Fast Food Friday

                                             Obese classmates. There may have been a total of five that I knew personally, during my whole childhood. We walked and ran EVERYWHERE, and fat didn't have a chance to hang around. If you couldn't catch up...wellllllll.
                                             Fast Food was a treat during my childhood, not the staple of our diet today. My mother, Juanita Olivia Chappell ( b. May 10, 1931 San Antonio, Bexar
, Texas -March 10, 1975 Los Angeles, Los Angeles, California), treated my sisters and I to Fast Food on Fridays. Man.....we couldn't WAIT until she came home from work (as a Masseuse @ The Beverly Hills Health Club for Women), so that we could walk to a neighborhood joint. A "You Buy We Fry" storefront was right off S.Hoover Avenue and 50 something Street.
                                             Mom usually grabbed a Fried Catfish Dinner, fried with Cornmeal batter, and the fish with Tail ON...had to be on. She once said that she liked going to that place, because they fried their fish the way people did at home, with Cornmeal....and with the Tail. I hear her crunching, I hear that sound, as I still hear many great sounds of past Fast Food Fridays.                                            


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  1. First things first!! Great read and topic. keep up the good work.. Now, March 10th is my brother Ron's BD and You Buy We Fry was a constant trip made by my mother. We got the catfish dinners and yes you had to have the tail fried hard and crisp. Thanks for giving me a memory!!!

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    1. You are so welcome, Vicky. I thank you for all you do for me :)

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  2. Your Fast Food Friday memory made me hungry & smile! So happy to meet Ms. Juanita & to see you online. You took a leap of faith & your Ancestors will reward it! Welcome to the FOLD!:)

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    1. No, thank YOU for the push....encouragement....whipping!!!!

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  3. Lawd Cece . . . I remember the "You Buy We Fry" joint in my neighborhood too! Hmmm . . . those were wonderful days and times I won't forget cousin. Juanita Olivia was such a beauty and I'm thankful you're here today to carry on her legacy!

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    1. You are very welcome, and I thank you Marlive....for making me smile when I see your photo....you remind me of my mom, your cousin. She'd be very proud/happy to know how I'm sharing her with the world :)

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  4. Didn't know this was around just joined, gonna check it out religiously now :)

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  5. Great post! And congrats on getting launched! :-)

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  6. I remember that Fast Food treat on Friday, because Mom was tired of working all week and didn't want to cook on Friday. She would always have Ribs and we would get something else. Being from Chicago the only way we fried our CatFish was in yellow cornmeal.....

    I look forward to reading about your Family's History and all about your Researching Journey. Good Luck and Happy Ancestral Hunting!!!!

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    1. Haa! If there weren't more similarities between most Black folks on Fridays, I don't know what was! Thank you for your words, AND your memory as well!!

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