 Legendary Locals of Oakland photos blog.ouroakland.net Here is a great holiday gift founder of Everett and Jones Barbeque Dorothy Everett is included in the new book by local historian and blogger Gene Anderson. Available online @ arcadiapublishing.com  Founder Dorothy Everett and Everett and Jones Barbeque are included in the new book "Legendary Locals of Oakland" by local author and blogger Gene Anderson. The book features "some of the amazing people, historic and contemporary, who have helped make Oakland the great city it is". It is scheduled to be released December 7, 2015. You can buy it at Laurel Bookstore downtown, or pre-order it from Arcadia. For more information about the book click on the following link http://legendarylocals.ouroakland.net/  I Hella Love Oakland T-shits  Super-que.com
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 Remembering our baby sister on her birthday "Saucy Sister #8". Sarah Angie Everett-Fuqua 1960 - 2013 We miss you so much!  Everett and Jones Barbeque was named to America's 35 Best Ribs for 2015 list. Here is a link to the article America's 35 Best Ribs for 2015. Enjoy your Labor Day weekend!    Don't forget your Everett and Jones Barbeque "Super Q" sauce for your 4th of July cookout. I recently stopped by my local supermarket and saw our barbeque sauce on display and of course I took some pictures. I still get goose bumps every time I see our Everett and Jones Barbeque sauce along side other major brands in my local supermarket.. It's awesome to see how far we have come since May 1973. Use the hashtag #Ilovegrilling and #everettandjonesbbq to tweet us your photos using our Everett and Jones Barbeque "Super Q" sauce. We will re-tweet and post as many as we can on our Facebook page. Have a safe 4th of July!   The late Dorothy Everett founder of Everett and Jones Barbeque restaurants and products. A re-posting from a story last year by Yvette Jones Hawkins with added family home movies by Shirley Everett-Dicko  Yvette Jones-Hawkins and her daughters My earliest memory of Christmas was the smell of Sweet potato pies baking in the oven, Charles Brown bellowing “Please Come Home For Christmas”, grandma in the kitchen, aunts, cousins, friends, and friends of friends all crowding in my grandmother’s 2000 sq. ft. home. This is how we spent Christmas growing up. Those were the good ole days that I thought about while serving overseas in the Navy and what I think of now as I live in North Carolina with my own family. It was always a special time for me and our Everett & Jones Family. Blues singer, Charles Brown became a part of the family. He’d sing “Please Come Home For Christmas” from Thanksgiving Day throughout Christmas day. It wasn't just because of the gathering it was also because the restaurants were closed and that was reason to celebrate. They were only closed two days out of the year-Thanksgiving and Christmas. It was one of two times when we didn't have to worry about what was going on at the restaurant, or who would go and lock up. We didn’t think about ribs, beef, chicken, or links (nor was it on our Christmas dinner menu). No one had to go and make sauce or get supplies. This was one day we could spend as family, and you could feel the sense of relieve in the air. But while everyone else was relaxing there were still a faithful few who were busy working away in the kitchen to help prepare the Christmas dinner. Dinner most often consisted of Turkey, Ham, cornbread dressing, gravy, cranberry sauce, yams, green & cabbage, cornbread, Auntie Angie’s Macaroni & Cheese, Auntie Helen or May’s Banana Pudding, grandma’s delicious sweet potato pies, and my little cousin Auzerais’ infamous cookies and cupcakes. Ever since she was little Auzerais started baking cookies and cupcakes to share at Christmas dinner. Let’s just say that they were desserts that only a mother could love–and eat. I know that every family thinks that theirs is special, but mine really is I know that every family thinks that theirs is special, but mine really is. I have seven aunts: Virginia, Dorothy, Shirley, Mary, Helen, Katie, Angie, one uncle Allen, my grandmother, and of course my parents Annie Pearl Everett Jones and James Jones, who started the chain of Everett & Jones Barbeque restaurants in 1973 in the middle of a recession. Someone forgot to tell my family that you don’t start businesses in the heart of recession, but they did it anyway and beat the odds. They took the same tenacity to make Christmas a special time for us. I’m the second oldest grandchild behind my cousin Lamont (Monty), who is only 5 months older and I remember the good ole times around Christmas. When I was younger, I remember going to grandma’s with my family: my mother, father, brother (James Jones Jr. aka Scooter), and little sister LaShaun in our pajamas. The plan was for the entire family to spend the night on grandma’s living room floor, while waiting for Santa Clause to arrive. I could hardly wait until everyone was there because that’s when the real fun began. Every cousin came wearing the same smile-the same twinkling eye- the same excitement. No one ever complained about being there. We’d make bed pallets on the living room floor with our blankets and pillow. The Aunties would hang around with us initially playing games, and making us laugh, but slowly migrate into the kitchen with grandma leaving us grandkids to entertain ourselves. It never failed that a grown up would threaten to light the fireplace so Santa could not come down causing us to sing in unison NOOOOOO! Nothing says Christmas like Charles Brown, Sweet Potato pie and a charred smelling Afro. On a few occasions they would get one of the employees to dress up like Santa and come through the door yelling, “Merry Christmas!” We weren’t fooled though because they always smelled of smoke- like they’d just gotten off work. “That’s Red” someone would yell, or “Russell.” My mother even dressed as Santa one year, I guess she thought she could do a better job than the men, but she didn’t because my sister gave it away when she started crying, “Mama.” But hey, tried. Right when we were about to fall asleep one of the aunts would come through the door after working the late shift at the restaurant. They would still be wearing a dirty red or black apron, smeared make up and a charred smelling afro. Nothing says Christmas in the Everett & Jones family like Charles Brown, Sweet Potato pie and a charred smelling Afro.  Blues singer, Charles Brown became a part of the family. He’d sing “Please Come Home For Christmas” from Thanksgiving Day throughout Christmas day. If you ask any one of the grandchildren they can sing the entire song including the lead guitar instrumental interlude. It is seared in our brains. There was a time when we’d cover our ears trying to escape; now we can’t wait to hear it played to signify the beginning of the season. As some things changed others never did. Someone is always coming through the door with a dirty apron with a smeared smutted faced and charred Afros, jerry curls, or weave in this family.  Aunties Shirley and Virginia
One was chopping bell peppers, onions, and celery, another peeling mounds of sweet potatoes, while another was trying to stay on top of the dirty dishes that were rapidly piling up. This was often Auntie Katie’s job and she’d fuss the whole time. If you were smart you stayed clear of the kitchen because they would quickly find you something to do. Grandma had managed to cook about 30 sweet potato pies by Christmas Eve, which were strategically placed throughout the kitchen and dining room so she could watch them. She’d only let us eat the “ugly ones” on Christmas Eve-the ones that were burnt around the edges, or had either gotten damaged during the process.  Grandma's sweet potato pies in her kitchen There is always Sweet Potato pies scattered throughout somebody’s kitchen and dining room and the last time at Grandma’s house, Auntie Katie was still fussing about washing dishes, and Auntie Helen still carted away leftovers in Tupperware dishes. However one thing did change, my cousin Auzerais no longer serves us indescribable looking cookies and cupcakes. She went on to culinary school and received a Bachelor of Science degree in culinary science. She now works for Aramark as a pastry chef. We like to remind her that we endured the hard times together with her desserts. Through the process we all smiled and encouraged her all the while inconspicuously discarding them in a napkin. She now has her own web-based pastry business “All From Cupcakes.” Eventually the family grew too big to sleep on grandma’s floor and she kicked us out to sleep at our own homes and instead come the next day. We got too big to eat around the dining room table, kitchen table, and kids table, so they moved it outside under the extended carport at a 30 ft. long table, which was dressed for the festivities. We didn’t care where we ate, just as long as we ate together. Eventually we outgrew the carport and moved it to Everett & Jones restaurant in Jack London Square because it was the only place big enough to hold us.  Grandma Now we’re all grown up with families of our own, and Grandma is no longer with us. Some of us are struggling to recreate the memories of the past, while others are taking on new ones. Let me encourage you to remember family this year. We have everything we need to survive- Jesus Christ, good food, love, and family. Most important let’s remember why we celebrate this season. No it’s not because the restaurants are closed although that’s good too, but it is the fact that God loved us so much that He sent us a Savior that we might be saved. Grandma was good, and did a wonderful job, but it is because of God’s grace and mercy that we are blessed beyond measure. Don’t take it for granted. It’s not just a cliché that He is the reason for the season because He really is. We are family-the Everett & Jones Barbeque family. Merry Christmas family I love you. Be Blessed, Yvette (C) 2014
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| Virginia Carol Everett the 1st born of Cleveland Everett and Dorothy Mae Turner and my big sister. Virginia passed away last year. Today is her birthday - September 21st. I dedicate this post to my nieces Sabrina and Christian, Virginia's two surviving daughters. Happy Birthday dearest Virginia! We miss you. 
The eight Everett sisters were called the "Saucy Sisters" and Virginia was Saucy Sistah #1.
 Family Trivia: Virginia gave the family its "Super Q' logo. The first Superman movie had just come out and Superman memorabilia was everywhere and on everything. The way Virginia told the story she and her friend Bob were looking for a logo for our family business so they went to a graphic artist and came away with "Super Q." 
"Angie and I are the bookends and the rest of you are the pages in our family story."  Angie and Virginia Virginia, the oldest Everett sibling, passed away 32 days after her youngest sibling Angie. Angie's birthday is October 3rd. | 
Virginia is thankful for family and friends
Remembering Virginia" I worked day and night with Virginia teaching her some of my best dance routines." - Shirley Everett-Dicko Our first restaurant had been open maybe six months when Virginia and I decided to attend Alameda Community College. We both loved dance so we took a dance class together. Virginia had taken dance in high school and I followed her lead. So, we decided to try out for the dance squad that would perform during halftime at basketball games. I was confident that I could make the squad and maybe chosen as the leader because I had been the head song leader at my high school but I worried about Virginia. Virginia was eight years older than me. I worked day and night with Virginia teaching her some of my best dance routines. Well, Virginia not only made the squad but was chosen the leader. We would get out of working in the restaurant by saying we had to either practice our new dance routines or we had to dance that night at one of the basketball games. We had so much fun and Mom would forever refer to that time as our pom pom days. 
A prayer from Virginia
Virginia loved being a grandmother. Here she is sharing pictures of Mom, her grandchildren and her siblings.
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Jenkins Original Bar-B-Que
| Some of the best recipes for barbeque in the African American tradition have migrated from the south. Historically, if you wanted to taste and experience good down home soulful barbeque you went to the African American communities. The evolution of modern-day “Oakland Style Barbeque” began with the Rev. Memphis Jenkins when he opened “Jenkins Original Bar-B-Que” on 7th Street in West Oakland in 1963. He hired the men and women who would later open successful barbeque businesses and become barbeque legends. The late Harry Mock of famed Fair Deal Meat Market on 36th and Market Streets in Oakland sold meat to every major “Oakland Style Barbeque” restaurant since 1934. According to Harry Mock, “If Jenkins is the father of modern-day barbeque then Dorothy Everett (of Everett and Jones Barbeque) is the mother,” from the May 10, 1993 Oakland Tribune News Department. Oakland has always had a rightful place among Kansas, Texas, Tennessee, Oklahoma, Kentucky, North and South Carolina as one of the truly great cities for authentic great tasting, slow-cooked over hard woods in a brick pit barbeque in the tradition of our African American ancestors. Today at Oakland’s 14th Annual Art + Soul festival Oakland Mayor Jean Quan will present a key to the City to honor my family’s role in "Oakland Style Barbeque" culinary history. |
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The Everett sisters organized a bus trip to the 1st President Obama inauguration
Sharing photos of the 1st President Obama inauguration.
Everett sisters Dorothy, Helen, Mary and Shirley @Jack London Square restaurant planning the "We Believe Get on the Bus" trip to witness history - 1st Obama inauguration.
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