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SARAH BENJAKIN, 82, was born a slave of the Gilbert family, in Clavin Parish, Louisiana., In 1867 she married
Cal Benjamin and they settled in Corsicana, Texas, where Sarah now lives.
"I is Sarah Benjamin and is 82 year old, 'cause my mammy told me I's born in 1855 in Clavin Parish in Louisiana.
Ear name was Fannie and my pappy's name was Jack Callahan. There was jus' three of us chillen and I's do oldest.
"Marse Gilbert was tol'able good to we'uns, and give us plenty to eat. He had a smokehouse big as a church and it
was full, and in de big kitchen we all et, chillen and all. De grown folks et first and den de chillen. Did we have
plenty of possum and fish by de barrels full! All dis was cooked in de racks over de fireplace and it were good.
"Our clothes was all homespun and de shoes made by de shoemaker. Old marse wanted all us to go to church and if
dey didn't have shoes dey have something like de moccasin.
"I don't know how many slaves there was, but it was a lot, maybe 60 or 70. Dey worked hard every day 'cept
Sunday. Iffen they was had they night git whuppin's, but not too hard, not to de block. Iffen dey was still bad, dey
puts chains on dem and puts den in de stocks, 'cause there wasn't no jail there.
"Once when I's little, marse stripped me stark modern naked and puts me on do block, but he wouldn't sell me,
'cause he was bid only $350.00 and he say no. 'cause I was good and fat.
"Dey didn't larn us nothin' and iffen you did larn to write, you better keep it to yourse'f, 'cause some slaves Cot de
thumb or finger cut off for larnin' to write. When de slaves come in from de fields dey didn't larn nothin', they jus'
go to bed. 'lessen de moonshine nights come and dey could work in de tobacco patch. De marster give each one de
little tobacco patch and iffen he raised more'n he could use he could sell it.
"On Christmas we all has de week vacation and maybe de dance. We allus have de gran' dinner on dat day, and no
whuppin's. But dey couldn't leave de plantation without de pass, even on-Christmas.
"De women had to run de gin in de daytime and de man at night. Dey fed de old gin from baskets and my mommy
fed from doze baskets all day with de high fever and died dat night. She wouldn't tell de marster she sick. for fear
she have to take do quinine.
"De day we was freed, de slaves jus' scattered. 'cepting me. Missy Gilbert says I wasn't no slave no more but I had
to stay and he'p her for my board 'till I's grown. I stayed 'till I was 'bout 15, den I runs away and marries Cal
Benjamin, and we comes to Texas. Cal and me has six chillen, but he died 'fore dey was Crown.
