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1310 Cross Street, Little Rock, Arkensas
Age 80
"I was born in North Carolina, and I was seven years old when the Surrender was. Every one of my children can tell
you when they was born, but I can't. My mother, Quinettie Farmer was her name. Brother Robert Farmer is my
cousin. He is about the same age as my husband. He got married one week and me and my husband the next. My
father's name was Valentine Farmer. My grandmother on my mother's side was Mandy Harrison, and my
grandfather's name on my mother's side was Jordan Harrison. My grandpa on my father's side was named Reuben
Farmer, and his wife was Nancy Farmer. I have seed my grandpa and grandma on my father's side. But my mother
didn't see them on my mother's side.
"I 'members my deddy's white folks' names, Moses Farmer. My father never was sold. My daddy, Valentine Farmer,
was a ditcher, shoemaker, and sometimes a farmer. My mother was a house girl. She washed and ironed. I couldn't
tell exactly what my grandparents did. My grandparents, so my parents told me, were mostly farmers. I reckon
Moses Farmer owned about three hundred slaves.
"I was born on Robert Bynum's place. He was my mother's owner. He married one of the Harrison girls and my
mother fell to that girl. My mother done just about as she pleased. She didn't know nothin' about workin' in the field
till after the Surrender.
"The way my mother and father happened to meet---my old master hired my daddy to do some work for him and he
met my mama that way.
"The way my folks learned they was free was, a white school-teacher who was teaching school where we stayed
told my mother she was free, but not to say nothing about it. About three weeks later, the Yankees come through
there and told them they was free and told my old boss that if he wanted them to work he would have to hire them
and pay them. The school-teacher stayed with mother's folks---mother's white folks. The school-teacher was
teaching white folks, not niggers. She was a Yankee, too. My mother was the house girl, and the school-teacher
stayed with her folks. The War was so hot she couldn't git no chance to go back home.
"My daddy farmed after the War. He farmed on shares the first year. The next year, he bought him a horse. He
finally owned his own farm. He owned it when he died. He had about one hundred acres of land.
"I have pretty fair health for an old woman like I am. I am bothered with the rheumatism. The Lawd wouldn't let
both of us git down at the same time. (Here she refers to her husband who was sick in bed at the time she made the
statement. You have his story already. It was difficult for her to tell her story, for he wanted it to be like his---ed.)
"I belong to the Primitive Baptist Church. I haven't changed my membership from my home.
"I got married in 1882, in February. How many years is that? I got so I can't count up nothin'. Fifty-six years. Yes,
that's it; that's how long I been married. I had a little sister that got married with me. She didn't really git married;
she just stood up with me. She was just a little baby girl. They told me I was pretty near twenty-three years old
when I married. I have a daughter that's been married twenty-five years. We had older daughters, but that one was
the first one married. I have got a daughter over in North Little Rock that is about fifty years old.
Her husband is dead. We had ten children. My daughter is the mother of ten children too. She got married younger
than I did. This girl I am living with is my baby. I have four children living---three girls and one boy. A woman
asked me how many children I had and I told her three. She was a fortuneteller and she wanted to tell me my
fortune. But I didn't want her to tell me nothin'. God was gittin' ready to tell me somethin' I didn't want to hear. I've
got five great-grandchildren. We don't have no great-great-grandchildren. Don't want none."
The old lady's style was kind of cramped by the presence of her husband. Every once in a while, when she would be
about to paint something in lurid colors, he would drop in a word and she would roll her phrases around in her
mouth, so to speak, and shift and go shead in a different direction and on another gear.
Very pleasant couple though---with none of the bitterness that old age brings sometimes. The daughter's name is
Searles.
Interviewer Samuel S. Taylor"
