Effie Lee, Age 79. Mississippi Girl Recruited by Tuskegee to Work Minneapolis Food Service Industry

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 Julius and Effie. Part 2: Effie’s story.

I was born in Decalb, Mississippi, the sixth of nine children. My dad was a school teacher, 8-12 grades.  I was fortunate that I was not in his classes. My dad had a reputation for being mean.  He wasn’t mean, just strict.  He wanted the students to learn, not play. It was kind of hard on my social life when I was a teenager, having him as a teacher.  I remember  once when there was a church revival. The whole community came out. When they started  passing  the platter me and my friends left together. When my dad came out of the church tent, my friends said ‘I don’t want the teacher catching me  around  his daughter’ and they left me. 

My mom was a homemaker. She came from Louisiana. There’s a lot I don’t know about my mom’s childhood. When her parents separated  she was sent to live with her aunt in Meridian Mississippi.  I only met two of her six brothers and sisters.

My dad’s mom had a farm — about 80 acres  We grew some cotton to sell –we’d take it to the gin in a big bin — and we grew everything we ate on that farm. Most of the black people did not have their own land.  We shared food with neighbors who had a lot of kids.   People in the south were good about helping each other out. 

When you are reared up on a farm there are lot of things that people from the city have never heard about. We never bought anything except flour, salt and sugar.  For shortening or lard, we’d kill a hog. When we killed a hog we would bed it down in a two foot bed of salt, and then put another layer of salt on top of it. Curing it. I have no idea how they cure a hog today. 

My niece and I visited my grandma’s farm a couple summers ago. It was amazing.  It was all grown over with pine trees. The pond  was still there. They used to lease ponds in the south, for people to fish. I was the only kid that would go with my grandma. I would play in the water while she fished. My grandma loved to fish. She cleaned them, fried them up. 

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Effie’s Grandma.

I went to an all Black college in Mississippi — Alcorn College. It was affordable for poor people.  I was studying Home Economics.  Oscar Howard, in Minneapolis, was working for Tuskegee, recruiting  people for their food service program. He convinced me to transfer. At Tuskegee you could go to school one semester and work the next — paid Internships. I did one internship in a hospital in a small town near Miami, Florida and one in Minneapolis. I preferred Florida but Oscar Howard was in Minneapolis and he offered me a job.

Oscar Howard had a catering company that provided what they called in-plant feeding.  He would run the cafeteria at Honeywell and other companies.  I worked for him at the Cafeteria of Coast to Coast. 

He knew a couple that lived in Minneapolis who were from Jackson, Mississippi, and he set it up so I would be able to live with them.  She worked for Honeywell and he worked for the VA. They didn’t have any children. They called me their daughter. They lived on 42nd and 5th Ave S. This part of South Minneapolis was already integrated in the 1950s with a few Black families.  Oscar Howard lived on 5th avenue and 41st and his company was on 38th.   I went to the St. Peters AME Church  on 41st Street until I met Julius.   St. Peters is still there. When I get so I can’t drive over to North Minneapolis maybe I’ll go back there.  

I was brought up in the Methodist Church in Mississippi.  After I met Julius we went together to the Zion Baptist Church on Olsen Memorial Highway.  It was strange for me. I told my mom about the services there, how the preacher was running from  one end of the church to the other, screaming and hollering.  In the Methodist church the preacher gave a speech and the people sat and listened.

The Zion Baptist Church became our community. We went there together until there was a split. I followed the side that formed Fellowship Baptist — and Julius stayed with Zion. Both Churches still exist on the North side.   We continued to go to different churches until our grandchild started going to church with me. He told his grandpa he was going with grandma. That’s when we decided we needed to all be  together.  Now Julius can’t go to church. He listens to Zion on the radio on Sunday morning. Fellowship are the ones who come and give him communion. 

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I kind of fell in love with the food service business. Especially the baking part — cakes and cookies, though didn’t like making pie crusts. The work in the cafeterias was hard. The hours were early. I got up at 3:30 to get to work, to make sure people had their coffee when they arrived at 5.  When it snowed I’d have to leave even earlier. At least there is no traffic at that time in the morning. 

My last job was Lunds and Byerly’s. I made 41 salads. We’d prepare them in the afternoon so they’d be ready to platter up the next morning. Most people liked the turkey salad with the almonds in it and the wild rice salads. I stopped working when I was 78. Nobody wanted me to retire, but it was time. The retirement benefits is good. It was a union job. United Food and Commercial Workers.

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The first time we talked, I asked Effie if she told people she was from Minnesota or Mississippi.   She hesitated, then said “Well, I guess I say Minnesota — been here all my adult life — but not like my children, who were born here. I asked if she’d ever thought of moving back to Mississippi and she said No. Instead she tried to recruit sisters to come up and live in Minneapolis, telling them there’s no place like it. 

The second time we talked, after hearing her descriptions of her grandma’s farm in Mississippi, I asked if she was a country girl of a city girl. This time she did not hesitate.

No, No, No, not a city girl. Country girl, definitely.  And a southerner. When we have visitors from the south at the church, I’m so eager to meet them. One man came to visit from Decalb. My dad was his  teacher! He said ‘He was a mean old teacher too.’ On KMOJ the other day someone came into the station who was visiting from Philadelphia, Mississippi. I wanted to drive over to the station and meet the guy, to see if we knew anyone in common, but he was probably too young.  Maybe I knew his parents. 

 I miss foods from Mississippi. In the garden we had string beans, butterbeans (lima beans) collard greens, turnip greens. When you plant turnip greens you have the root. We fried the greens and root in salt pork with some corn bread.  Now, that is really good. 

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Effie and Julius Lee. 50th Wedding Anniversary photo