When I stopped at Maebob’s Diner in 2017 [the date of this photograph], it was the first time I’d eaten there since my college days, and the food was just as good as it was in the early 1990s. I’m not sure how long the place has been open, but I’m saying it’s at least 30 years. There is nothing pretentious about the place and nothing fancy, but the homestyle Southern food does all the talking. It’s really the only gathering place in tiny Irwinton and much of Wilkinson County passes through here at one time or another. The day I was there, a soap opera was playing on the television, and one of the servers and a couple of the customers were paying attention when they could. It made me think of my grandmothers referring to soap operas as “the stories”. They watched them religiously and you knew not to call them while they were on, which, depending on the shows they watched, was anytime between 12:30 and 4PM.
Vanishing Georgia: Photographs by Brian Brown 
Love all your showings and know exactly what you mean about “the stories.” My grandmother watched the Edge of Night and when talking with her most times she would tell me things which were actually events from the stories and not reality. It took me a while to remember this everytime I talked with her. She really felt involved in the lives of the people on the stories.
That’s so true about their “stories” 🤣 Both of my grandmothers and my husband’s aunt *had* to watch their stories from around noon to late in the day. One grandmother was from Florida the other from/in Georgia, and his aunt was from North Carolina. Their “stories” certainly kept them glued to their chairs! 💕😉
That’s so true about thei “stories” 🤣 Both of my grandmothers and my husband’s aunt *had* to watch their stories from around noon to late in the day. One grandmoyher was from Florida the other from/in Georgia, and his aunt was from North Carolina. Their “stories” certainly kept them glued to their chairs! 💕😉