Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States - From Interviews with Former Slaves - Mississippi Narratives by Work Projects Administration
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I growed up in de quarters an' was as well an' as happy as any other
chil'. "When I could _tote taters_[FN: sweet potatoes] dey'd let me pick' em up in de fiel'. Us always hid a pile away where us could git' em an' roast' em at night. "Old mammy nearly always made a heap o' dewberry an' 'simmon[FN: persimmon]. wine. "Us little tykes would gather black walnuts in de woods an' store 'em under de cabins to dry. "At night when de work was all done an' de can'les was out us'd set 'roun' de fire an' eat cracked nuts an' taters. Us picked out de nuts wid horse-shoe nails an' baked de taters in ashes. Den Mammy would pour herse'f an' her old man a cup o' wine. Us never got none o' dat less'n[FN: unless] us be's sick. Den she'd mess it up wid wild cherry bark. It was bad den, but us gulped it down, anyhow. "Old Granny used to sing a song to us what went lak dis: 'Kinky head, whar-fore you skeered? Old snake crawled off, 'cause he's afeared. Pappy will smite 'im on de back Wid a great big club--ker whack! Ker whack!' "Aventine, where I was born an' bred, was acrost Secon' Creek. It was a big plantation wid 'bout a hund'ed head o' folks a-livin' on it. It was only one o' de marster's places, 'cause he was one o' de riches' an' |
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