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Place of birth: On the Holt plantation, in Muscogee County, near Columbus, Georgia.Date of birth: About 1853.Present residence: In rear of 806 - 6th Avenue, Columbus, Georgia.Interviewed: July 30, 1936.
Her story: "I was a small girl when the Civil War broke out. but I remember it distinctly. I also remember thewhisperings among the slaves --- their talking of the possibility of freedom.
"My father was a very large, powerful man. During his master's absence, in '63 or '64, a colored foreman on theHines Holt place once undertook to whip him; but my father wouldn't allow him to do it. This foreman then wentoff and got five big buck Negroes to help him whip father, but all six of them couldn't 'out-man' my daddy! Thenthis foreman shot my daddy with a shot-gun, inflicting wounds from which he never fully recovered.
"In '65, another Negro foreman whipped one of my little brothers. This foreman was named Warren. His whippingmy brother made me mad and when, a few days later, I saw some men on horse-back whom I took to be Yankees, Iran to them and told them about Warren - a common Negro slave - whipping my brother. And they said, 'well, wewill see Warren about that.' But Warren heard them and took to his heels! Yes, sir, he flew from home, and he didn'tcome back for a week! Yes, sir, I sholy scared that Negro nearly to death!"
"My father's father was a very black, little, full-blooded, African Negro who could speak only broken English. Hehad a son named Adam, a brother of my father, living at Lochapoka, AL In 1867, after freedom, this granpa ofmine, who was then living in Macon, Georgia, got mad with his wife, picked up his feather bed and toted it all theway from Macon to Lochapoka! Said he was done with grandma and was going to live with Adam. A few weekslater, however, he came back through Columbus, still toting his feather bed, returning to grandma in Macon. Ireckon he changed his mind. I don't believe he was over five feet high and we could hardly understand his talk.
"Since freedom, I have lived in Mississippi and other places, but most of my life has been spent right in and aroundColumbus. I have had one husband and no children. I became a widow about 35 years ago, and I have sinceremained one because I find that I can serve God better when I am not bothered with a Negro man."
Mary Gladdy claims to have never attended school or been privately taught in her life. And she can't write or evenform the letters of the alphabet, but she gave her interviewer a very convincing demonstration of her ability to read.When asked how she mastered the art of reading, she replied: "The Lord revealed it to me."
For more than thirty years, the Lord has been revealing his work. and many other things, to Mary Gladdy. For morethan twenty years, she has been experiencing "visitations of the spirit". These do not occur with any degree ofregularity, but they do always occur in "the dead hours of the night" after she has retired, and impel her to rise and
write in an unknown hand. These strange writings of her's now cover eight pages of letter paper and bear a marked resemblance to crude shorthand notes. Off-hand, she can "cipher" (interpret or translate) about half of these strange writings; the other half, however, she can make neither heads nor tails of except when the spirit is upon her. When the spirit eases off, she again becomes totally ignorant of the significance of that mysterious half of her spirit-directed writings.
"Aunt" Mary appears to be very well posted on a number of subjects. She is unusually familiar with the Bible, and quotes scripture freely and correctly. She also uses beautiful language, totally void of slang and Negro jargon, "big" words and labored expressions.
She is a seventh Day Adventist; is not a psychic, but is a rather mysterious personage. She lives alone, and ekes out a living by taking in washing. She is of the opinion that "we are now living in the last days"; that, as she interprets the "signs", the "end of time" is drawing close. Her conversion to Christianity was the result of a hair-raising experience with a ghost - about forty years ago, and she has never - from that day to this - fallen from grace for as "long as a minute".
To know "Aunt" Mary is to be impressed with her utter sincerity and, to like her. She is very proud of one of her grandmothers, Edie Dennis, who lived to be 110 years old, and concerning whom a reprint from the Atlanta Constitution of November 10, 1900, is appended. Her story of Chuck, and the words of two spirituals and one slave canticle which "Annt" Mary sang for her interviewer, are also appended.
(FROM ATLANTA CONSTITUTION,
NOVEMBER 10, 1900.)
Quite a remarkable case of longevity is had in the person of Edie Dennis, a colored woman of Columbus, who has reached the unusual age of 109 years of age and is still in a state of fair health.
Aunt Edie lives with two of her daughters at No. 1612 Third Avenue, in this city. She has lived in three centuries, is a great-great grandmother and has children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren, aggregating in all over a hundred persons. She lives with one of her "young" daughters, sixty-six.
Edie Dennis is no doubt one of the oldest persons living in the United States. Cases are occasionally reported where 105 years is reached, but 109 years is an age very seldom attained. A wonderful feature of this case is that this old woman is the younger sister of another person now living. Aunt Edie has a brother living at Americus, Georgia, who is 111 years old.
Notwithstanding her great age, Aunt Edie is in fairly good health. She is naturally feeble and her movements are limited. Even in her little home, from which she never stirs. Although she is feeble, her faculties seem clear and undimmed and she talked interestingly and intelligently to a Constitution reporter who called upon her recently.
Aunt Edie was born in 1791, just eight years before the death of George Washington occurred. She was a mother when the war of 1812 took place. The establishment of Columbus as a city was an event of her mature womanhood. The Indian War of the thirties she recalls very distinctly. She was getting old when the Mexican War took place. She was an old woman when the great conflict between the states raged. She was seventy-five years of age when she became free.
It is quite needless to say that Aunt Edie was a slave all her life up to the year 1866. She was born in Hancock County, Georgia, between Milledgeville and Sparta. She was the property of Thomas Schlatter. She came to Columbus just after the town had been laid off, when she was a comparatively young woman. She became the property of the family of Judge Hines Holt, the distinguished Columbus lawyer. She says that when she first came here there was only a small collection of houses. Where her present home was located was then nothing but swamp land. The present location of the court house was covered with a dense woods. No event in those early years impressed itself more vividly upon Aunt Edie's mind than the Indian War, in the thirties. She was at the home of one of the Indians when she first heard of the uprising against the whites, and she frankly says that she was frightened almost to death when she listened to the cold-blooded plots to exterminate the white people. Not much attention was paid to her on account of her being a Negro. Those were very thrilling times and Aunt Edie confesses that she was exceedingly glad when the troubles with the red men were over. Another happening of the thirties which Aunt Edie recalls quite distinctly is the falling of the stars. She says quaintly that there was more religion that year in Georgia than there ever was before or has been since. The wonderful manner in which the stars shot across the heavens by the thousands, when every sign seemed to point to the destruction of the earth, left a lasting impression upon her brain.
Aunt Edie says that she was kindly treated by her masters. She says that they took interest in the spiritual welfare of their slaves and that they were called in for prayer meeting regularly. Aunt Edie was such an old woman when she was freed that the new condition meant very little change in life for her, as she had about stopped work, with the exception of light tasks about the house.
There seems to be no doubt that Aunt Edie is 109 years old. She talks intelligently about things that occurred 100 years ago. All her children, grandchildren, etc., asserts that her age is exactly as stated. Indeed, they have been the custodians of her age, so to speak, for nearly half a century. It was a matter of great interest to her family when she passed the 100 mark.
Aunt Edie is religious and she delights in discussing scriptural matters. She has practical notions, however, and while she is morally sure she will go to a better world when she dies, she remarks, "That we know something about this world, but nothing about the next."
Perhaps this is one reason why Aunt Edie has stayed here 109 years.
NOTE: Mary Gladdy (806 - Sixth Avenue, Columbus, Georgia). A grand-daughter of Edie Dennis, states that her grandmother died in 1901, aged 110.
THE STORY OF CHUCK, AS TOLD BY MARY GLADDY.
Chuck was a very intelligent and industrious slave, out so religious that he annoyed his master by doing so much praying, chanting, and singing.
So, while in a spiteful mood one day, this master sold the Negro to an infidel. And this infidel, having no respect for religion whatsoever, beat Chuck unmercifully in an effort to stop him from indulging in his devotions. But, the more and the harder the infidel owner whipped Chuck, the more devout and demonstrative the slave became.
Finally, one day, the infidel was stricken ill unto death; the wicked man felt that his end was near and he was afraid to die. Moreover, his conscience rebuked him for his cruel treatment of this slave. The family doctor had given the infidel up: the man apparently had but a few hours to live. Then, about 8 o'clock at night, the dying man asked his wife to go down in the slave quarter and ask Chuck if he would come to his bedside and pray for him.
The white lady went, as requested, and found Chuck on his knees, engaged in prayer.
"Chuck", she called, "your master is dying and has sent me to beg you to come and pray for him."
"Why, Maddom", replied Chuck, "I has been praying fer Marster tonight --- already, and I'll gladly go with you."
Chuck then went to his Master's bed side and prayed for him all night, and the Lord heard Chuck's prayers, and the white man recovered, was converted, joined the church, and became an evangelist. He also freed Chuck and made an evangelist of him. Then the two got in a buggy and, for years, traveled together all over the country, preaching the gospel and saving could.
NOTE: Mary Gladdy believes this to be a true story, though she knew neither the principals involved, nor where nor when they lived and labored. She says that the story has been "handed down", and she once saw it printed in, and thus confirmed by, a Negro publication --- long after she had originally heard it.
KEEP THE FIRE BURNING WHILE YOUR SOUL'S FIRED UP.
Fire, fire, O. keep the fire burning while your soul's fired up.O, keep the fire burning while your soul's fired up:Never mind what satan says while your soul's fired up.You ain't going to learn how to watch and pray.Less you keep the fire burning while your soul's fired up.Old Satan is a liar and a cunjorer, too;If you don't mind, he'll cunjor you:Keep the fire burning while your soul's fired up.Never mind what satan says while, your soul's fired up.Sung for interviewer by: Mary Gladdy, Ex-slave, 806 - Sixth Avenue, Columbus, Georgia, December 17, 1936.THE GOSPEL TRAINNever seen the like since I've been born.The people keep a-coming, and the train's done gone;Too late, too late, the train's done gone,Too late, sinner, too late, the train's done gone;Never seen the like since I've been born.The people keep a-coming, and the train's done gone;Too late, too late, the train's done gone.Went down into the valley to watch and pray.My soul got happy and I stayed all all day;Too late, too late, the train's done gone;Too late, sinner, too late, the train's done gone;Never seen the like since I've been born,The people keep a-coming and the train's done gone,Too late, too late, the train's done gone.Sung for interviewer by:Mary Gladdy, ex-slave, 806 - 6th Avenue, Columbus, Georgia, December 17, 1936OLD SLAVE CANTICLE.My sister, I feels 'im, my sister I feels 'im;All night long I've been feelin 'im;
Jest befoe day, I feels 'im, jest be -foe day I feels 'im;
The sperit, I feels 'im, the sperit I feels 'im!
My brother, I feels 'im, my brother, I feels 'im;
All night long I've been feelin 'im,
Jest befoe day, I feels 'im, jest befoe day, I feel 'im;
The sperit, I feels 'im!
According to Mary Gladdy, ex-slave, 806 - 6th Avenue, Columbus, Georgia, it was customary among slaves during the Civil War period to secretly gather in their cabins two or three nights each week and hold prayer and experience meetings. A large, iron pot was always placed against the cabin door --- sideways, to keep the sound of their voices from "escaping" or being heard from the outside. Then, the slaves would sing, pray, and relate experiences all night long. Their great, soul-hungering desire was freedom --- not that they loved the Yankees or hated their masters, but merely longed to be free and hated the institution of slavery.
Practically always, every Negro attendant of these meetings felt the spirit of the Lord "touch him (or her) just before day". Then, all would arise, shake hands around, and begin to chant the canticle above quoted. This was also a signal for adjournment, and, after chanting 15 or 20 minutes, all would shake hands again and go home --- confident in their hearts that freedom was in the offing for them.
