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NOLA ANNUAL EASTER SECONDLINE

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April 1, 2018 – 

1:00pm to 5:00pm

Photo by Ryan Hodgson-Rigsbee

Hear the interview with Rollin’ Joe of Pigeon Town Steppers:

Rollin’ Joe of Pigeon Town Steppers 2018

Interview with Rollin’ Joe of Pigeon Town Steppers 2018
 Download pigeon_town_steppers_2018_route_sheet.pdf (201.07 KB)

Coming Up Soon

APR
8

Single Ladies Second Line Parade

Sunday, April 8 at 1:00pm – 5:00pm
APR
8

Downtown Super Sunday

Sunday, April 8 at 1:00pm
APR
15

Old & Nu Style Fellas Second Line Parade

Sunday, April 15 at 1:00pm – 5:00pm
APR
22

Westbank Super Sunday

Sunday, April 22 at 12:00pm – 5:00pm
APR
27
until
APR
29

Jazz Fest

Friday, April 27 at 10:00am – Sunday, April 29 at Sunday, April 29
MAY
3
until
MAY
6

Jazz Fest

Thursday, May 3 at 10:00am – Sunday, May 6 at Sunday, May 6

Published by Nola Chic

Native of New Orleans, who endured 20yrs cruel Minnesota Cold, I decided at 42yrs old it was time to pack up my then 6yr old and come back to my roots. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a preterm 2lb baby girl born with a disability. With the help of my mother who had her own struggles. We survived the obstacles laid before us. I'm the proud mother of three children with two failed adoptions, as well as a grandmother of three, two grandsons and a granddaughter. I survived two abusive marriages. I successfully ran a soulfood restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I started creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul.  He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute.  I put my all into my cake business over the years as House of Cakes was started right out of my house in honor of him. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, foster/adoptive mother at that, being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me in a sense; but most of it poisoned my heart and soul. I had a broken heart and I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home,  myself, my New Orleans. I'm here and I'm loving it. Even being in the so called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up! I'm down in the boot, but I know I have a nice floppy hat awaiting my destiny...

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