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(Alabama. Pigie T. Hill, Greensboro, John Morgan Smith)
Aunt Hannah Jones lives with her daughter in a small four room house on Tuscaloosa Street, Greensboro. "Lawdy,she said, "It's been so long dat I's mos' forgot 'bout dem slavery days, but I was bawn, in Bunker Hill, AmeliaCounty, Virginny. My pappy was named Simon Johnson an' my mammy was Rhoda Johnson. My Marster wasAlfred Wood an' my mistis was Miss Tabby Wood. When Massa died, de 'state was 'vided an' I fell to de son datwas too sick to take care of de place an' de slaves. Soon I was tuk to Richmond an' sold to Jedge More of Alabammyfor twelve hundred dollars. Dat was de fust time I ever seed a slave sold. I was sixteen years old. When JedgeMoore's plantation was sold de niggers went wid de place an' it was bought by Marse Isaiah an' Marse Bill Smarr. Itwas called de Gillum Place and dat is east of Prairieville. I was house girl an' hope wid de sewin' an' de spinnin'.
"Us had good houses built outten cedar logs an' de quarters locked jus' lak dis street dat I lives on now. We hadgood beds and plenty vittels to eat: greens, cawn bread, meat an'all kinds of sweets. Some time de men folks wouldketch a 'possum or rabbit. Marster had a big vegetable garden an' we was 'lowed to help our--selves f'um dis heregarden. Us had two eve'y day dresses, an' we done our washin' at night. When I was ma'ied, de ceremony tuk placeat my Mammy's house an' I wo' a pretty white dress.
"Our oberseer was Harvey Williamson an' he went 'roun' at nine o'clock to see iffen us niggers was in baid.Sometimes atter he done been 'roun', us'd git up an' have some fun. At de break of day all de slaves would git up an'go to work. Dose goin' way down in de fiel's would have to git up even befo' it was light so's to be dar when dedawn broke to commence de day's work. Den dey would come back at twelve o'clock for dinner an' res' awhile, dengo back in' work till sun down.
"We useta have a man on de place dat played a banjo, an' we would dance an' play while he sang.
This was one of his songs:
White folks says a nigger won't stealBut I cotched six in my cawnfiel'If you want to see a nigger run.Shoot at dat nigger wid a gattlin' gun.
"My last Marsters was two brothers an' dey had one sister, Miss Sarah Smark.
"We didn't hage no jail on de place, an' most of us never went offen de plantation, just stayed 'roun' an' had a good time playin' mongst ourselves. Us niggers had a church dar on de place an' a white man preached to us, but in Virginny we went to de same church as de Marster did. I didn't jine no church dough till I come to Alabamy.
"None of us slaves ever tried to run away to de nawth 'ca'se dey was good to us.
"We useta have a doctor dat'd come roun' eve'y two weeks to see how de slaves was doin' an' iffen we was sick he would give us some medicine. Some of de women would tie assfedity 'roun' de chilluns necks to keep de sickness away.
"Some Saddays we had to work after dinner, but most of the time mister would let us have a good time. On Christmas day us had a big celebration an' didn't do no work at all.
"Didn't nobody have no time to learn us how to read an' write.
"I don't know nothin' 'bout Mr. Lincoln 'cep'n he freed all us slaves, an' when we heard dat us was free all de niggers marched to Prairieville an' had a celebration.
"Honey, I's had nine chilluns, twenty five gran' chilluns, twenty seven great gran' chilluns an' thirteen great great granchilluns, an' I is expectin' mo' to come along pretty soon. I guess maybee I'll have 100 descendents fo' I shuffle off."
(Wash. Copy, R.L.D., 6-25-37)
