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N. C. District No. 2 Subject PENNY WILLIAMS Worker Mary A. Hicks Story teller Penny Williams No. Words 801 Editor Daisy Bailey Waitt"
An interview with Penny Williams 76, of 716 S. East Street, Raleigh, N. C.
"I wus borned at de Hinton place 'bout three miles south of Raleigh an course we 'longed ter Mr. Lawrence Hinton.
"My mammy wus named Harriet Moore an' my pappy wus named Mack Moore, dat wus cause dey 'longed fust ter a Mr. Moore I 'specks. I had ten bruders an' sisters, an' we all done putty good.
"De marster owned 'round two hundert slaves an' 'bout four hundert acres o' lan' an' dey had ter wuck peart, dey sez.
"We had 'nough ter eat, sich as it wus, but dat ain't braggin', I reckins. An' we wus punished putty bad iffen we complains, sasses or 'fuses ter wuck lak we should. Nat Whitaker wus de oberseer an' patteroller an' he wus strick, I'se tellin' you. I'se seed him beat slaves till de blood run.
"Dar wus some nigger mens what 'ud go coutin' spite of de debil, an' as de marster ain't gibin' dem no passes dey goes widout 'em. Mr. Whitaker, he whups, an' whups, but dat ain't stop 'em. At las' Marster Lawrence 'cides ter hang cowbells on dere necks so's he can hyar dem if'en dey leabes de place atter night.
"I'se tellin' you chile, dem niggers am gwin' anyway. Dey ain't got sense nuff ter put dere han's in de bell ter keep de clapper from ringin', but dey does stuff de bell wid leaves an' it doan ring none, 'sides dat dey tears deir shirts, or steals sheets from missus clothes line an' fold dem ter make a scarf. Dey ties dese 'roun' deir necks ter hide de bell an' goes on a-courtin'.
"Dey ain't got no pins ter pin de scarf on, but dey uses thorned from de locust tree or de crabapple; an' dey hol's fine.
"Dey warn't no spoons, knives, an' forks dem days, but de smart slave cut him some outen hickory an' dey wus jist as good as de other kin'.
"Dey also ain't go no matches dem days so flint rocks wus rubbed tergether.
"I 'members mostly 'bout de rear en' o' de war, 'specially 'bout de Yankees comin' I 'members dat marster an' his fambly done moved ter town, case dey can't git no 'tection dar. Dar wusn't a soul on de place but de slaves dar when de Yankees comed a-takin' an' a-killin'.
"I 'members dat I wus drawin' water at de well, when de Yankees comed. I looks up de road an' dar am a gang o' 'em comin'. I draps de bucket back in de well an' I flies in de big house.
"Well sir, dey kills de chickens, hogs, geese, an' eber' thing as dey comes, eben ter marster's collie, an' when dey gits ter de big house dey swears dat dey'll burn hit down. Dey stan's dar fur a minute, an' den one o' 'em sez dat hit am too putty ter burn, another one sez dat hit am too putty ter belong ter a damm Reb, but dey doan burn it. I hyars hit all from de winder in de big house, an' I shore is glad dat dey ain't burn hit.
"Dey tears up all dey wants to, den dey robs de smokehouse; an' dey goes on 'bout dere business.
"Atter de surrender our white folkses comes back an' we stays on five or six years I reckon, den we moves ter Mis' Emma Greens' place five miles furder in de country. We shore ain't got 'long good atter de war. De Yankees what 'ud die ter free us ain't carin' iffen we starves nother."
"Suddenly Aunt Penny was attracted by a hummingbird flitting around the pomegranate bush near the doorstep.
"Does you know which am de bes' way ter ketch a hummin' bird chile? After a negative answer she smiled. 'When you sees him 'roun' de flowers den you soaks two or three in whiskey, dey bird will suck till he gits drunk an' can't fly 'way, dat's how you ketch him.'
"I hates de town sparrers an' de cowbirds what ain't got nuff sense ter leave de floods. You read 'bout hit in de papers I reckon. You knows dey am 'bout de size of a peckerwood.
"Yesum, one witch tried ter ride me onct. I wus in de bed, an' ahe thought dat I wus 'sleep. I feels her when she crawls up on my lef' leg an' stops de circulation. I knows how ter fix her do' so I gits up an' puts a knife under my pillow.
"I has slep wid dat knife dar ever' since dat time an' I ain't had no no' trouble wid witcher her circulation nother. So I reckons dat I fixed ner good an' plenty."
