attention of some swain from a distant plantation. In this case it was necessary for their respective owners to consent to a union. Slaves on the Folsom plantation were always married properly and quite often had a “sizeable” wedding, the master and mistress often came and made merry with their slaves.
Acie knew about the war because he was one of the slaves commandeered by the Confederate army for hauling food and ammunition to different points between Tallahassee and a city in Virginia that he is unable to remember. It was a common occurrence for the soldiers to visit the plantation owners and command a certain number of horses and slaves for services such as Acie did.
He thinks that he might have been about 15 years old when he was freed. A soldier in blue came to the plantation and brought a “document” that Tom, their master read to all the slaves who had been summoned to the “big house” for that purpose. About half of them consented to remain with him. The others went away, glad of their new freedom. Few had made any plans and were content to wander about the country, living as they could. Some were more sober minded, and Acie’s father was among the latter. He remained on the Folsom place for a short while; he then settled down to share-croping in Jefferson County. Their first year was the hardest, because of the many adjustments that had to be made. Then things became better. By means of hard work and the co-operation of friendly whites the slaves in the section soon learned to shift for themselves.
Northerners came South “in swarms” and opened schools for the ex-slaves, but Acie was not fortunate enough to get very far in his “blue back Webster.” There was too much work to be done and his father trying to buy the land. Nor did he take an interest in the political meetings held in the neighborhood. His parents shared with him the common belief that such things were not to be shared by the humble. Some believed that “too much book learning made the brain weak.”
Acie met and married Keziah Wright, who was the daughter of a woman his mother had known in slavery. Strangely enough they had never met as children. With his wife he remained in Jefferson County, where nine of their thirteen children were born.
With his family he moved to Jacksonville and had been living here “a right good while” when the fire occurred in 1903. He was employed as a city laborer and helped to build street car lines and pave streets. He also helped with the installation of electric wiring in many parts of the city. He was injured while working for the City of Jacksonville, but claims that he was never in any manner remunerated for this injury.
Acie worked hard and accumulated land in the Moncrief section and lives within a few feet of the spot where his house burned many years ago. He was very sad as he pointed out this spot to his visitor. A few scraggly hedges and an apple tree, a charred bit of fence, a chimney foundation are the only markers of the home he built after years of a hard struggle to have a home. His land is all gone except the scant five acres upon which he lives, and this is only an expanse of broom straw. He is no longer able to cultivate the land, not even having a kitchen garden.
Kaziah, the wife, died several years ago; likewise all the children, except two. One of these, a girl, is “somewhere up Nawth”. The son has visited him twice in five years and seems never to have anything to give the old man, who expresses himself as desiring much to “quit die unfriendly world” since he has nothing to live for except a lot of dead memories.
“All done left me now. Everything I got done gone–all ‘cept Keziah. She comes and visits me and we talk and walk over there where we uster and set on the porch. She low she gwine steal ole Acie some of dese days in the near future, and I’ll be mighty glad to go ever yonder where all I got is at.”
REFERENCE
1. Personal interview with Acie Thomas, Moncrief Road Jacksonville, Florida
FEDERAL WRITERS’ PROJECT
American Guide, (Negro Writers’ Unit)
Martin Richardson, Field Worker
South Jacksonville, Florida
December 8, 1936
SHACK THOMAS, Centenarian
Beady-eyed, grey-whiskered, black little Shack Thomas sits in the sun in front of his hut on the Old Saint Augustine Road about three miles south of Jacksonville, 102 years old and full of humorous reminiscences about most of those years. To his frequent visitors he relates tales of his past, disjointedly sometimes but with a remarkable clearness and conviction.
The old ex-slave does not remember the exact time of his birth, except that it was in the year 1834, “the day after the end of the Indian War.” He does not recall which of the Indian wars, but says that it was while there were still many Indians in West Florida who were very hard for him to understand when he got big enough to talk, to them.
He was born, he says on “a great big place that b’longed to Mister Jim Campbell; I don’t know just exactly how big, but there was a lot of us working on it when I was a little fellow.” The place was evidently one of the plantations near Tallahassee; Thomas remembers that as soon as he was large enough he helped his parents and others raise “corn, peanuts, a little bit of cotton and potatoes. Squash just grew wild in the woods; we used to eat them when we couldn’t get anything else much.”
The centennarian remembers his parents clearly; his mother was one Nancy and his father’s name was Adam. His father, he says, used to spend hours after the candles were out telling him and his brothers about his capture and subsequent slavery.
Adam was a native of the West Coast of Africa, and when quite a young man was attracted one day to a large ship that had just come near his home. With many others he was attracted aboard by bright red handkerchiefs, shawls and other articles in the hands of the seamen. Shortly afterwards he was securely bound in the hold of the ship, to be later sold somewhere in America. Thomas does not know exactly where Adam landed, but knows that his father had been in Florida many years before his birth. “I guess that’s why I can’t stand red things now,” he says; “my pa hated the sight of it.”
Thomas spent all of his enslaved years on the Campbell plantation, where he describes pre-emancipation conditions as better than “he used to hear they was on the other places.” Campbell himself is described as moderate, if not actually kindly. He did not permit his slaves to be beaten to any great extent. “The most he would give us was a ‘switching’, and most of the time we could pray out of that.”
“But sometimes he would get a hard man working for him, though,” the old man continues. “One of them used to ‘buck and gag’ us.” This he describes as a punishment used particularly with runaways, where the slave would be gagged and tied in a squatting position and left in the sun for hours. He claims to have seen other slaves suspended by their thumbs for varying periods; he repeats, though, that these were not Campbell’s practices.
During the years before “surrinder”, Thomas saw much traffic in slaves, he says. Each year around New Years, itinerant “speculators” would come to his vicinity and either hold a public sale, or lead the slaves, tied together, to the plantation for inspection or sale.
“A whole lot of times they wouldn’t sell ’em, they’d just trade ’em like they did horses. The man (plantation owner) would have a couple of old women who couldn’t do much any more, and he’d swap ’em to the other man for a young ‘un. I seen lots of ’em traded that way, and sold for money too.”
Thomas recalls at least one Indian family that lived in his neighborhood until he left it after the War. This family, he says, did not work, but had a little place of their own. “They didn’t have much to do with nobody, though,” he adds.
Others of his neighbors during these early years were abolition-minded white residents of the area. These, he says would take in runaway slaves and “either work ’em or hide ’em until they could try to get North.” When they’d get caught at it, though, they’d “take ’em to town and beat ’em like they would us, then take their places and run ’em out.”
Later he came to know the “pu-trols” and the “refugees.” Of the former, he has only to say that they gave him a lot of trouble every time he didn’t have a pass to leave–“they only give me one twice a week,”–and of the latter that it was they who induced the slaves of Campbell to remain and finish their crop after the Emancipation, receiving one-fourth of it for their share. He states that Campbell exceeded this amount in the division later.
After ‘surrinder’ Thomas and his relatives remained on the Campbell place, working for $5 a month, payable at each Christmas. He recalls how rich he felt with this money, as compared with the other free Negroes in the section. All of the children and his mother were paid this amount, he states.
The old man remembers very clearly the customs that prevailed both before and after his freedom. On the plantation, he says, they never faced actual want of food, although his meals were plain. He ate mostly corn meal and bacon, and squash and potatoes, he adds “and every now and then we’d eat more than that.” He doesn’t recall exactly what, but says it was “Oh, lots of greens and cabbage and syrul, and sometimes plenty of meat too.”
His mother and the other women were given white cotton–he thinks it may have been duck–dresses “every now and then”, he states, but none of the women really had to confine themselves to white, “cause they’d dye ’em as soon as they’d get ’em.” For dye, he says they would boil wild indigo, poke berries, walnuts and some tree for which he has an undecipherable name.
Campbell’s slaves did not have to go barefoot–not during the colder months, anyway. As soon as winter would come, each one of them was given a pair of bright, untanned leather “brogans,” that would be the envy of the vicinity. Soap for the slaves was made by the women of the plantation; by burning cockle-burrs, blackjack wood and other materials, then adding the accumulated fat of the past few weeks. For light they were given tallow candles. Asked if there was any certain time to put the candles out at night, Thomas answers that “Mr. Campbell didn’t care how late you stayed up at night, just so you was ready to work at daybreak.”
The ex-slave doesn’t remember any feathers in the covering for his pallet in the corner of his cabin, but says that Mr. Campbell always provided the slaves with blankets and the women with quilts.
By the time he was given his freedom, Thomas had learned several trades in addition to farming; one of them was carpentry. When he eventually left his $5 a month job with his master, he began travelling over the state, a practice he has not discontinued until the present. He worked, he says, “in such towns as Perry, Sarasota, Clearwater and every town in Florida down to where the ocean goes under the bridge.” (Probably Key West.)
He came to Jacksonville about what he believes to be half a century ago. He remembers that it was “ever so long before the fire” (1901) and “way back there when there wasn’t but three families over here in South Jacksonville: the Sahds, the Hendricks and the Oaks. I worked for all of them, but I worked for Mr. Bowden the longest.”
The reference is to R.L. Bowden, whom Thomas claims as one of his first employers in this section.
The old man has 22 children, the eldest of those living, looking older than Thomas himself. This “child” is fifty-odd years. He has been married three times, and lives now with his 50 year old wife.
In front of his shack is a huge, spreading oak tree. He says that there were three of them that he and his wife tended when they first moved to Jacksonville. “That one there was so little that I used to trim it with my pocket-knife,” he states. The tree he mentioned is now about two-and-a-half feet in diameter.
“Right after my first wife died, one of them trees withered,” the old man tells you. “I did all I could to save the other one, but pretty soon it was gone too. I guess this other one is waiting for me,” he laughs, and points to the remaining oak.
Thomas protests that his health is excellent, except for “just a little haze that comes over my eyes, and I can’t see so good.” He claims that he has no physical aches and pains. Despite the more than a century his voice is lively and his hearing fair, and his desire for travel still very much alive. When interviewed he had just completed a trip to a daughter in Clearwater, and “would have gone farther than that, but my son wouldn’t send me no fare like he promised!”
REFERENCE
1. Interview with subject, Shack Thomas, living on Old Saint Augustine Road, South Jacksonville, Florida
FEDERAL WRITERS’ PROJECT
American Guide, (Negro Writers’ Unit)
Rachel A. Austin
Jacksonville, Florida
November 30, 1936
LUKE TOWNS, A Centenarian
Luke Towns, a centenarian, now residing at 1335 West Eighth Street, Jacksonville, Florida, was the ninth child born to Maria and Like Towns, slaves, December 34, 1835, in a village in Tolberton County, Georgia.
Mr. Town’s parents were owned by Governor Towns, whose name was taken by all the children born on the plantation; he states that he was placed on the public blocks for sale, and was purchased by a Mr. Mormon. At the marriage of Mr. Mormon’s daughter, Sarah, according to custom, he was given to this daughter as a wedding present, and thus became the slave and took the name of the Gulleys and lived with them until he became a young man at Smithville, Georgia, in Lee County.
His chief work was that of carrying water, wood and working around the house when a youngster; often, he states he would hide in the woods to keep from working.
Because his mother was a child-bearing woman, she did not know the hard labors of slavery, but had a small patch of cotton and a garden near the house to care for. “All of the others worked hard,” said he “but had kind masters who fed them well.” When asked if his mother were a christian, he replied “why yes: indeed she was, and believed in prayer; one day as she traveled from her patch home, just as she was about to let the ‘gap’ (this was a fence built to keep the hogs and horses shut in) down, she knelt to pray and a light appeared before her and from that time on she did not believe in any fogyism, but in God.”
“I cannot remember much now,” he says, “of what happened in slavery, but after slavery we went back to the name of Towns. I know I got some whippings and during the war my job was that of carrying the master’s luggage.” (1)
After the war he went to Albany, Georgia and began working for himself, hauling salt from Albany to Tallahassee, Florida; this salt was sold to the stores. His next job was that of sampling cotton.
Just before he was 30 years old he was married to Mary Julia Coats, who lived near Albany, Georgia. To them were born the following children: Willie, George, Alexander, Henry Hillsman, Ella Louise, and twins–Walter Luke and Mary Julia, who were named for the parents.
He was converted to the Baptist faith when his first child was born; there were no churches, but services were held in the blacksmith shop on the corner of Jackson and State Streets. Later he became a member of Mount Zion Baptist Church Albany, Georgia, and served there for 50 years as a deacon.
He remained in Georgia until 1899 when he moved to Tampa, Florida and there he operated a cafe. He joined Beulah Baptist Church and served as deacon there until he sold his business and came to Jacksonville, 1917, to live with his youngest daughter, Mrs. Mary Houston, because he was too old to operate a business. In Jacksonville he connected himself with the Bethel Baptist Church, and while too old to serve as an active deacon, he was placed on the honorary list because of his previous record of church service.
As a relic of pre-freedom days, Mr. Towns has a piece of paper money and a one-cent piece which he keeps securely looked in his trunk and allows no one to open the trunk; he keeps the key.
Mr. Towns, who will celebrate his one-hundred-first birthday, December 24, 1936, is not able to coherently relate incidents of the past; he hears but little and that with great difficulty.
He says he has his second eyesight; he reads without the use of glasses; until very recently he has been very active in mind and body, having registered in the Spring of 1936, signing his own name on the registration books. He has almost all of his hair, which is thick, silvery white and of artist length. He has most of his teeth, walks without a cane except when painful; dresses himself without assistance.
Mr. Towns rises at six o’clock each morning, often earlier. Makes his bed (he has never allowed anyone to make his bed for him) and because it is still dark has to lie across the bed to await the breaking of day. His health is very good and his appetite strong.
Upon the occasion of his one-hundredth birthday, December 24, 1935, his daughter Mrs. Houston gave him a child’s party and invited one hundred guest; one hundred stockings were made, filled with fruits, nuts and candies and one given each guest. A huge cake with one hundred candles adorned the table and during the party, he cut the cake. At this party, he showed all the joys and pleasures of a child. His other daughter Mrs. E.L. McMillan, of New York City, and son, Mr. George Towns, for years an instructor in Atlanta University, Atlanta, Georgia, were present for the occasion.
Mr. Towns has been noted during his lifetime for having a remarkable memory and has many times publicly delivered orations from many of Shakespeare’s works. His memory began failing him in 1936.
He is very well educated and now spends most of his time sitting on the porch reading the Bible. (2)
REFERENCES
1. Luke Towns, 1225 West Eighth Street, Jacksonville, Florida
2. Mary Houston, daughter of Luke Towns, 1225 West Eighth Street Jacksonville, Florida
FEDERAL WRITERS’ PROJECT
American Guide, (Negro Writers’ Unit)
Viola B. Muse
Jacksonville, Florida
March 20, 1937
WILLIS WILLIAMS
Willis Williams of 1025 Iverson Street, Jacksonville, Florida, was born at Tallahassee, Florida, September 15, 1856. He was the son of Ransom and Wilhemina Williams, who belonged during the period of slavery to Thomas Heyward, a rich merchant of Tallahassee. Willis does not know the names of his paternal grandparents but remembers his maternal grandmother was Rachel Fitzgiles, who came down to visit the family after the Civil War.
Thomas Heyward, the master, owned a plantation out in the country from Tallahassee and kept slaves out there; he also owned a fine home in the city as well as a large grocery store and produce house.
Willis’ mother, Wilhemina, was the cook at the town house and his father, Williams, did carpentry and other light work around the place. He does not remember how his father learned the trade, but presumes that Mr. Heyward put him under a white carpenter until he had learned. The first he remembers of his father was that he did carpentry work.
At the time Willis was born and during his early life, even rich people like Mr. Heyward did not have cook stoves. They knew nothing of such. The only means of cooking was by fireplace, which, as he remembers, was wide with an iron rod across it. To the rod a large iron pot was suspended and in it food was cooked. An iron skillet with a lid was used for baking and it also was used to cook meats and other food. The common name for the utensil was ‘spider’ and every home had one.
Willis fared well during the first nine years of his life which were spent in slavery. To him it was the same as freedom for he was not a victim of any unpleasant experiences as related by some other ex-slaves. He played base ball and looked after his younger brothers and sister while his mother was in the kitchen. He was never flogged but received chastisement once from the father of Mr. Heyward. That, he related, was light and not nearly so severe as many parents give their children today.
Wilhemina, his mother, and the cook, saw to it that her children were well fed. They were fed right from the master’s table, so to speak. They did not sit to the table with the master and his family, but ate the same kind of food that was served them.
Cornbread was baked in the Heyward kitchen but biscuits also were baked twice daily and the Negroes were allowed to eat as many as they wished. The dishes were made of tin and the drinking vessels were made from gourds. Few white people had china dishes and when they did possess them they were highly prized and great care was taken of them.
The few other slaves which Mr. Heyward kept around the town house tended the garden and the many chickens, ducks and geese on the place. The garden afforded all of the vegetables necessary for feeding Master Heyward, his family and slaves. He did not object to the slaves eating chicken and green vegetables and sent provisions of all kinds from his store to boot.
Although Mr. Heyward was wealthy there were many things he could not buy for Tallahassee did not afford them. Willis remembers that candles were mostly used for light. Home-made tallow was used in making them. The moulds, which were made of wood, were of the correct size. Cotton string twisted right from the raw cotton was cut into desired length and placed in the moulds first, then heated tallow was poured in until they were filled. The tallow was allowed to set and cool, then they were removed, ready for use.
In those days coffee was very expensive and a substitute for it was made from parched corn. The whites used it as well as the slaves.
Willis remembers a man named Pierce who cured cow hides. He used to buy them and one time Willis skinned a cow and took the hide to him and sold it. Sixty-five and seventy years ago everyone used horses or mules and they had to have shoes. The blacksmith wore leather aprons and the horses and mules wore leather collars. No one knew anything about composition leather for making shoes so the tanning of hides was a lucrative business.
Clothing, during Civil War days and early Reconstruction, was simple as compared to present day togs. Cloth woven from homespun thread was the only kind Negroes had. Every house of any note could boast of a spinning wheel and loom. Cotton, picked by slaves, was cleared of the seed and spun into thread and woven into cloth by them. It was common to know how to spin and weave. Some of the cloth was dyed afterwards with dye made from indigo and polk berries. Some was used in its natural color.
Cotton was the main product of most southern plantations and the owner usually depended upon the income from the sale of his yearly crop to maintain his home and upkeep of his slaves and cattle. It was necessary for every farm to yield as much as possible and much energy was directed toward growing and picking large crops. Although Mr. Heyward was a successful merchant, he did not lose sight of the fact that his country property could yield a bountiful supply of cotton, corn and tobacco.
Around the town house Mr. Heyward maintained an atmosphere of home life. He wanted his family and his servants well cared for and spared no expense in making life happy.
As Willis remembers the beds were made of Florida moss and feathers. Boards ware laid across for slats and the mattress placed upon the boards. On top of the moss mattress a feather one was placed which made sleeping very comfortable. In summer the feather mattress was often removed, sunned, aired and replaced in winter. Goose and the downy feathers of chickens were saved and stored in large bags until enough were collected for a mattress and it was considered a prize to possess one.
Every family of note boasted the ownership of a horse and buggy or several of each. The kind most popular during Willis’ boyhood was the one-seated affair with a short wagon-like bed in the rear of the seat. Sometimes two seats were used. The seats were removable and could be used for carrying baggage or other light weights. The brougham, surrey and landam were unknown to Willis.
Before the Civil War and during the time the great struggle was in full swing, women wore hoop skirts, very full, held out with metal hoops. Pantaloons were worn beneath them and around the ankle where they were gathered very closely, a ruffle edged with a narrow lace, finished them off. The waist was tight fitting basque and sleeves which could be worn long or to elbow, were very full. Women also wore their hair high up on their heads with frills around the face. Negro women, right after slavery, fell into imitating their former mistresses and many of them who were fortunate enough to get employment used part of their earnings for at least one good dress. It was usually made of woolen a yard wide, or silk.
Money has undergone a change as rapidly as some other commonplace things. In Willis’ early life, money valued at less than one dollar was made of paper just as the dollar, five dollar or ten dollar bills were. There was a difference however, in the paper representing ‘change’ and not as much care was taken in protecting it from being imitated. The paper money used for change was called “shin plasters” and much of it flooded the southland during Civil War days.
Mr. Heyward did not enlist in the army to help protect the south’s demise but his eldest son, Charlie, went. His younger son was not old enough to go. Willis stated that Mr. Heyward did not go because he was in business and was needed at home to look after it. It is not known whether Charlie was killed at war or not, but, Willis said he did not return home at the close of war.
When the news of freedom came to Thomas Heyward’s town slaves it was brought by McCook’s Cavalry. Willis remembers the uniforms worn by the northerners was dark blue with brass buttons and the Confederates wore gray. After the cavalry reached Tallahassee, they separated into sections, each division taking a different part of the town. Negroes of the household were called together and were informed of their freedom. It is remembered by Willis that the slaves were jubilant but not boastful.
Mr. Heyward was dealt a hard blow during the war; his store was confiscated and used as a commissary by the northern army. When the war ended he was deprived of his slaves and a great portion of his former wealth vanished with their going.
The loss of his wealth and slaves did not bitter Mr. Heyward; to the contrary, he was as kindhearted as in days past.
McCook’s Cavalry did not remain in Tallahassee very long and was replaced by a colored company; the 99th Infantry. Their duty was to maintain order within the town. An orchestra was with the outfit and Willis remembers that they were very good musicians. A Negro who had been the slave of a man of Tallahassee was a member of the orchestra. His name was Singleton and his former master invited the orchestra to come to his house and play for the family. The Negroes were glad to render service, went, and after that entertained many white families in their homes.
The southern soldiers who returned after the war appeared to receive their defeat as good ‘sports’ and not as much friction between the races existed as would be imagined. The ex-slave, while he was glad to be free, wanted to be sheltered under the ‘wings’ of his former master and mistress. In most cases they were hired by their former owners and peace reigned around the home or plantation. This was true of Tallahassee, if not of other sections of the south.
Soon after the smoke of the cannons had died down and people began thinking of the future, the Negroes turned their thoughts toward education. They grasped every opportunity to learn to read and write. Schools were fostered by northern white capitalists and white women were sent into the southland to teach the colored boys and girls to read, write and figure. Any Negro who had been fortunate enough to gain some knowledge during slavery could get a position as school teacher. As a result many poorly prepared persons entered the school room as tutor.
William Williams, Willis’ father, found work at the old Florida Central and Peninsular Railroad yards and worked for many years there. He sent his children to school and Willis advanced rapidly.
During slavery Negroes attended church, sat in the balcony, and very often log churches were built for them. Meetings were held under “bush harbors.” After the war frame and log churches served them as places of worship. These buildings were erected by whites who came into the southland to help the ex-slave. Negro men who claimed God had called them to preach served as ministers of most of the Negro churches but often white preachers visited them and instructed them concerning the Bible and what God wanted them to do. Services were conducted three times a day on Sunday, morning at eleven, in afternoon about three and at night at eight o’clock.
The manner of worship was very much in keeping with present day modes. Preachers appealed to the emotions of the ‘flock’ and the congregation responded with “amens,” “halleluia,” clapping of hands, shouting and screaming. Willis remarked to one white man during his early life, that he wondered why the people yelled so loudly and the man replied that in fifty years hence the Negroes would be educated, know better and would not do that. He further replied that fifty years ago the white people screamed and shouted that way. Willis wonders now when he sees both white and colored people responding to preaching in much the same way as in his early life if education has made much difference in many cases.
Much superstition and ignorance existed among the Negroes during slavery and early reconstruction. Some wore bags of sulphur saying they would keep away disease. Some wore bags of salt and charcoal believing that evil spirits would be kept away from them. Others wore a silver coin in their shoes and some made holes in the coin, threaded a string through it, attached it to the ankle so that no one could conjure them. Some who thought an enemy might sprinkle “goofer dust” around their door steps swept very clean around the door step in the evening and allowed no one to come in afterwards.
The Negro men who spent much time around the “grannies” during slavery learned much about herbs and roots and how they were used to cure all manner of ills, the doctor gave practically the same kind of medicine for most ailments. The white doctors at that time had not been schooled to a great extent and carried medicine bags around to the sick room which contained pills and a very few other kinds of medicines which they had made from herbs and roots. Some of them are used to-day but Willis said most of their medicines were pills.
Ten years after the Civil War Willis Williams had advanced in his studies to the extent that he passed the government examination and became a railway mail clerk. He ran from Tallahassee to Palatka and River Junction on the Florida Central and Peninsular Railroad. There was no other railroad going into Tallahassee then.
The first Negro railway mail clerk according to Willis’ knowledge running from Tallahassee to Jacksonville, was Benjamin F. Cox. The first colored mail clerk in the Jacksonville Post Office was Camp Hughes. He was sent to prison for rifling the mail. Willis Myers succeeded Hughes and Willis Williams succeeded Myers. Willis received a telegram to come to Jacksonville to take Myers’ place and when he came expected to stay three or four days, but, after getting here was retained permanently and remained in the service until his retirement.
His first run from Tallahassee to Palatka and River Junction began in 1875 and lasted until 1879. In 1879 he was called to Jacksonville to succeed Myers and when he retired forty years later, had filled the position creditably, therefore was retired on a pension which he will receive until his death.
Willis Williams is in good health, attends Ebenezer Methodist Episcopal Church of which he is a member. He possesses all of his faculties and is able to carry on an intelligent conversation on his fifty years in Jacksonville.
FEDERAL WRITERS’ PROJECT
American Guide, (Negro Writers’ Unit)
James Johnson, Field Worker
Lake City, Florida
November 6, 1936
CLAUDE AUGUSTA WILSON
In 1857 on the plantation of Tom Dexter in Lake City, Columbia County, Florida, was born a Negro, Claude Augusta Wilson, of slave parents. His master Tom Dexter was very kind to his slaves, and was said to have been a Yankee. His wife Mary Ann Dexter, a southerner, was the direct opposite, she was very mean. Claude was eight years old when Emancipation came.
The Dexter plantation was quite a large place, covering 100 or more acres. There were about 100 slaves, including children. They had regular one room quarters built of logs which was quite insignificant in comparison with the palatial Dexter mansion. The slaves would arise early each morning, being awakened by a “driver” who was a white man, and by “sun-up” would be at their respective tasks in the fields. All day they worked, stopping at noon to get a bite to eat, which they carried on the fields from their cabins.
At “sun-down” they would quit work and return to their cabins, prepare their meals and gossip from cabin to cabin. Finally retiring to await the dawn of a new day which signalled a return to their routine duties. At Sundays they would gather at a poorly constructed frame building which was known as the “Meeting House,” In this building they would give praise and thanks to their God. The rest of the day was spent in relaxation as this was the only day of the week in which they were not forced to work.
Claude Augusta worked in the fields, his mother and sister worked in the Dexter mansion. Their duties were general house work, cooking and sewing. His Mother was very rebellious toward her duties and constantly harrassed the “Missus” about letting her work in the fields with her husband until finally she was permitted to make the change from the house to the fields to be near her man.
The “missus” taught Claude’s sister to sew and to the present day most of her female descendants have some ability in dress making.
The mansion was furnished with the latest furniture of the tine, but the slave quarters had only the cheapest and barest necessities. His mother had no stove but cooked in the fire place using a skillet and spider (skillet, a small metal vessel with handle used for cooking; spider, a kind of frying pan, Winston’s Simplified Dictionary, 1924). The cooking was not done directly on the coals in the fire place but placed on the hearth and hot coals pulled around them, more coals being pulled about until the food was cooked as desired. Corn bread, beans, sweet potatoes (Irish potatoes being unknown) and collard greens were the principal foods eaten. Corn bread was made as it is today, only cooked differently. The corn meal after being mixed was wrapped in tannion leaves (elephant ears) and placed in hot coals. The leaves would parch to a crisp and when the bread was removed it was a beautiful brown and unburned. Sweet potatoes were roasted in the hot coals. Corn was often roasted in the shucks. There was a substitute for coffee that afforded a striking similarity in taste. The husks of the grains of corn were parched, hot water was then poured in this, the result was a pleasant liquid substitute for coffee. These was another bread used as a desert, known as potato bread, made by tailing potatoes until done, then mashing, adding grease and meal, this was baked and then it was ready to serve. For lights, candles were made of tallow which was poured into a mould when hot. A cord was run through the center of the candle impression in the mould in which the tallow was poured, when this cooled the candle with cord was all ready for lighting.
The only means of obtaining water was from an open well. No ice was used. The first ice that Claude ever saw in its regular form was in Jacksonville after Emancipation. This ice was naturally frozen and shipped from the north to be sold. It was called Lake Ice.
Tanning and curing pig and cow hides was done, but Claude never saw the process performed during slavery. Claude had no special duties on the plantation on account of his youth. After cotton was picked from the fields the seeds were picked out by hand, the cotton was then carded for further use. The cotton seed was used as fertilizer. In baling cotton burlap bags were used on the bales. The soap used was made from taking hickory or oak wood and burning it to ashes. The ashes were placed in a tub and water poured over them. This was left to set. After setting for a certain time the water from the ashes was poured into a pot containing grease. This was boiled for a certain time and then left to cool. The result was a pot full of soft substance varying in color from white to yellow, this was called lye soap. This was then cut into bars as desired for use.
For dyeing thread and cloth, red oak bark, sweet gum bark and shoe make roots were boiled in water. The wash tubs were large wooden tubs having one handle with holes in it for the fingers. Chicken and goose feathers were always carefully saved to make feather mattresses. Claude remembers when women wore hoop skirts. He was about 20 years of age when narrow skirts became fashionable for women. During slavery the family only used slats on the beds, it was after the war that he saw his first spring bed and at that tine the first buggy. This buggy was driven by ex-governor Reid of Florida who then lived in South Jacksonville. It was a four-wheeled affair drawn by a horse and looked sensible and natural as a vehicle.
The paper money in circulation was called “shin plasters.” Claude’s uncle, Mark Clark joined the Northern Army. His master did not go to war but remained on the plantation. One day at noon during the war the gin house was seen to be afire, one of the slaves rushed in and found the master badly burned and writhing in pain. He was taken from the building and given first aid, but his body being burned in oil and so badly burned it burst open, thus ended the life of the kindly master of Claude.
The soldiers of the southern Army wore gray uniforms with gray caps and the soldiers of the Northern Army wore blue.
After the war such medicines as castor oil, rhubarb, colomel and blue mass and salts were generally used. The Civil War raged for some tine and the slaves on Dexter’s plantation prayed for victory of the Northern Army, though they dared not show their anxiety to Mary Ann Dexter who was master and mistress since the master’s death. Claude and his family remained with the Dexters until peace was declared. Mrs. Dexter informed the slaves thay they could stay with her if they so desired and that she would furnish everything to cultivate the crops and that she would give them half of what was raised. None of the slaves remained but all were anxious to see what freedom was like.
Claude recalls that a six-mule team drove up to the house driven by a colored Union soldier. He helped move the household furniture from their cabin into the wagon. The family then got in, some in the seat with the driver, and others in back of the wagon with the furniture. When the driver pulled off he said to Claude’s mother who was sitting on the seat with him, “Doan you know you is free now?” “Yeh Sir,” she answered, “I been praying for dis a long time.” “Come on den les go,” he answered, and drove off. They passed through Olustee, then Sanderson, Macclenny and finally Baldwin. It was raining and they were about 20 miles from their destination, Jacksonville, but they drove on. They reached Jacksonville and were taken to a house that stood on Liberty street, near Adams. White people had been living there but had left before the Northern advance. There they unloaded and were told that this would be their new home. The town was full of colored soldiers all armed with muskets. Horns and drums could be heard beating and blowing every morning and evening. The colored soldiers appeared to rule the town. More slaves were brought in and there they were given food by the Government which consisted of hard tack (bread reddish in appearance and extremely hard which had to be soaked in water before eating.) The meat was known as “salt horse.” This looked and tasted somewhat like corned beef. After being in Jacksonville a short while Claude began to peddle ginger bread and apples in a little basket, selling most of his wares to the colored soldiers.
His father got employment with a railroad company in Jacksonville, known as the Florida Central Railway and received 99c a day, which was considered very good pay. His mother got a job with a family as house woman at a salary of eight dollars a month. They were thus considered getting along fine. They remained in the house where the Government placed them for about a year, then his father bought a piece of land in town and built a house of straight boards. There they resided until his death.
By this time many of the white people began to return to their homes which had been abandoned and in which slaves found shelter. In many instances the whites had to make monetary or other concessions in order to get their homes back. It was said that colored people had taken possession of one of the large white churches of the day, located on Logon street, between Ashley and Church streets. Claude relates that all this was when Jacksonville was a mere village, with cow and hog pens in what was considered as downtown. The principal streets were: Pine (now Main), Market and Forsyth. The leading stores were Wilson’s and Clark’s. These stores handled groceries, dry goods and whisky.
As a means of transportation two-wheeled drays were used, mule or horse-drawn cars, which was to come into use later were not operating at that time. To cross the Saint Johns River one had to go in a row boat, which was the only ferry and was operated by the ex-governor Reid of Florida. It docked on the north side of the river at the foot of Ocean Street, and on the south side at the foot of old Kings Road. It ran between these two points, carrying passengers to and fro.
The leading white families living in Jacksonville at that time were the Hartridges, Bostwicks, Doggetts, Bayels and L’Engles.
Claude Augusta Wilson, a man along in years has lived to see many changes take place among his people since The Emancipation which he is proud of. A peaceful old gentleman he is, still alert mentally and physically despite his 79 years. His youthful appearance belies his age.
REFERENCE
1. Personal interview with Claude Augusta Wilson, Sunbeam, Florida
FEDERAL WRITERS’ PROJECT
Jacksonville, Florida
June 30, 1938
DADE COUNTY, FLORIDA EX-SLAVE STORIES
CHARLEY ROBERTS:
Charley Roberts of Perrine, Florida, was born on the Hogg plantation near Allendale, S.C.
“Yes, sah, I’ members de vary day when we first heard that we was free. I was mindin’ the little calf, keepin’ it away from the cow while my mother was milkin’.
“We have to milk the cows and carry the milk to the Confederate soldiers quartered near us.
“At that time, I can ‘member of the soldiers comin’ ‘cross the Savannah River. They would go to the plantations and take all the cows, hogs, sheep, or horses they wanted and “stack” their guns and stay around some places and kill some of the stock, or use the milk and eat corn and all the food they wanted as they needed it. They’d take quilts and just anything they needed.
“I don’t know why, but I remember we didn’t have salt given to us, so we went to the smoke house where there were clean boards on the floor where the salt and grease drippings would fall from the smoked hams hanging from the rafters. The boards would be soft and soaked with salt and grease. Well, we took those boards and cooked the salt and fat out of them, cooked the boards right in the bean soup. That way we got salt and the soup was good.
“They used to give us rinds off the hams. I was a big boy before I ever knew there was anything but rinds a pork meat. We went around chewing away at those rinds of hams, and we sure liked them. We thought that was the best meat there was.
“I used to go to the Baptist church in the woods, but I never went to school. I learned to read out of McGuffey’s speller. It was a little book with a blue back. I won’t forget that.
“I try to be as good as I know how. I’ve never given the state any trouble, nor any of my sons have been arrested. I tries to follow the Golden Rule and do right.
“I have seven living children. We moved to Miami when our daughter moved here and took sick. We live at Perrine now, but we want to come to Miami, ’cause I aint able to work, but my wife, she is younger and able to work. We don’t want to go on charity any more’n we have to.”
JENNIE COLDER:
Jennie Colder was born in Georgia on Blatches’ settlement. “Blatches, he kep’s big hotel, too and he kep’ “right smart” slaves. By the time I was old enough to remember anything we was all’ free, but we worked hard. My father and mother died on the settlement.
“I picked cotton, shucked cotton, pulled fodder and corn and done all dat. I plowed with mules. Dis is Jennie Colder, remember dat. Don’t forget it. I done all dat. I plowed with mules and even then the overseer whipped me. I dont know exactly how old I am, but I was born before freedom.”
BANANA WILLIAMS:
Banana Williams, 1740 N.W. 5th Court, Miami, Florida was born in Grady County, Georgia, near Cairo in the 16th District.
“The man what I belonged to was name Mr. Sacks. My mother and father lived there. I was only about three years old when peace came, but I remember when the paddle rollers came there and whipped a man and woman.
“I was awful ‘fraid, for that was somethin’ I nevah see before. We “stayed on” but we left before I was old enough to work, but I did work in the fields in Mitchell County.
“I came to Miami and raised 5 children. I’m staying with my daughter, but I’m not able to work much. I’m too done played out with old age.”
FRANK BATES:
Frank Bates, 367 N.W. 10th Street, Miami, Florida was born on Hugh Lee Bates’ farm in Alabama in the country not very far from Mulberry Beat.
“My mother and father lived on the same plantation, but I was too little to do more than tote water to the servants in the fields.
“I saw Old Bates whip my mother once for leaving her finger print in the pone bread when she patted it down before she put it into the oven.
“I remember seeing Lundra, Oscar and Luke Bates go off to war on three fine horses. I dont know whether they ever came back or not, for we moved that same day.”
WILLIAM NEIGHTEN:
William Neighten gave his address as 60th Street, Liberty City. He was only a baby when freedom came, but he too, “stayed on” a long time afterward.
He did not know his real name, but he was given his Massy’s name.
“Don’t ask me how much work I had to do. Gracious! I used to plow and hoed a lot and everything else and then did’nt do enough. I got too many whippings besides.”
RIVIANA BOYNTON:
Rivana Williams Boynton [TR: as in earlier interview, but Riviana, above] was born on John and Mollie Hoover’s plantation near Ulmers, S.C., being 15 years of age when the ‘Mancipation came.
“Our Boss man, he had “planty” of slaves. We lived in a log houses. My father was an Indian and he ran away to war, but I don’t ‘member anything of my mother. She was sold and taken away ‘fore I ever knew anything of her.
“I ‘member that I had to thin cotton in the fields and mind the flies in the house. I had a leafy branch that was cut from a tree. I’d stand and wave that branch over the table to keep the flies out of the food.
“I’d work like that in the day time and at night I’d sleep in my uncle’s shed. We had long bunks along the side of the walls. We had no beds, just gunny sacks nailed to the bunks, no slats, no springs, no nothing else. You know how these here sortin’ trays are made,–these here trays that they use to sort oranges and ‘matoes. Well, we had to sleep on gunn sack beds.
“They had weavin’ looms where they made rugs and things. I used to holp ’em tear rags and sew ’em an’ make big balls and then they’d weave those rugs,–rag rugs, you know. That’s what we had to cover ourselves with. We didn’t had no quilts nor sheets not nothin like that.”
[TR: The following portion of this interview is a near repeat of a portion of an earlier interview with this informant; however it is included here because the transcription varies.]
“I ‘member well when the war was on. I used to turn the corn sheller and sack the shelled corn for the Confederate soldiers. They used to sell some of the corn, and I guess they gave some of it to the soldiers. Anyway the Yankees got some that they didn’t intend them to get.
“It was this way:
“The Wheeler Boys were Confederates. They came down the road as happy as could be, a-singin’:
‘Hurrah! Hur rah! Hurrah!
Hurrah! for the Broke Brook boys.
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
Hurrah for the Broke Brook boys of South Car-o-li-ne-ah.’
“So of course, we thought they were our soldiers singin’ our songs. Well, they came and tol’ our boss that the Yankees were coming and we had better hide our food and valuable things for they’d take everything they wanted.
“So they helped our Massy hide the things. They dug holes and buried the potatoes and covered them over with cotton seed. Then our Massy gave them food for their kindness and set out with two of the girls to take them to a place of safety, and before he could come back for the Missus The Yankees were upon us.
“But before they got there, our Missus had called us together and told us what to say.
“Now you beg for us! You can save our lives. If they ask you if we are good to you, you tell them, ‘YES’!
“If they ask you, if we give your meat, you tell them ‘YES’!
“Now the rest didn’t get any meat, but I did ’cause I worked in the house, so I didn’t tell a lie, for I did get meat, but the rest didn’t get it.
“We saw the Yankees coming. They never stopped for nothing. Their horses would jump the worn rail fences and they’d come right across the fiel’s an’ everything.
“They came to the house first and bound our Missus up stairs so she couldn’t get away, then they came out to the sheds and asked us all kind of questions.
“We begged for our Missus and we say:
‘Our Missus is good. Don’t kill her! ‘Dont take our meat away from us!
‘Dont hurt our Missus!
‘Dont burn the house down!
[TR: The rest of the interview is new information.]
“We begged so hard that they unloosened her, but they took some of the others for refugees and some of the slaves volunteered and went off with them.
“They took potatoes and all the hams they wanted, but they left our Missus, ’cause me save her life.
“The Uncle what I libbed with, he was awful full of all kinds of devilment. He stole sweet taters out of the bank. He called them “pot” roots and sometimes he called them “blow horts”. You know they wuld blow up big and fat when they were roasted in the ashes.
“My uncle, he liked those blow horts mighty well, and one day, when he had some baked in the fireplace, Ole Massy Hoover, he came along and peeked in through the “hold” in de chimley wall, where the stones didn’t fit too good.
“He stood there and peeked in an’ saw my uncle eat in’ those blow horts. He had a big long one shakin’ the ashes off on it. He was blowing it to cool it off so he could eat it and he was a-sayin’
“‘Um! does blowhorts is mighty good eatin’. Then Massy, he come in wid his big whip, and caught him and tied him to a tree and paddled him until he blistered and then washed his sore back with strong salt water. You know they used to use salt for all of sores, but it sho’ did smart.
“My aunt, she was an Indian woman. She didn’t want my uncle to steal, but he was just full of all kind of devilment.
“My Massy liked him, but one day he played a trick on him.
“My Uncle took sick, he was so sick that when my Massy came to see him, he asked him to pray that he should die. So Massy Hoover, he went home and wrapped himself up in a big long sheet and rapped on the door real hard.
“Uncle, he say, ‘who’s out there? What you want?’
“Massy, he change his voice and say, ‘I am Death. I hear that you want to die, so I’ve come after your soul. Com with me! Get ready. Quick I am in a hurry!’
“‘Oh, my sakes!’ my uncle, he say, ‘NO, no I aint ready yet. I aint ready to meet you. I don’t want to die.’
“My Missus whipped me once, but not so very hard. I was under Her daughter, Miss Mollie. She liked me and always called me “Tinker”. When she heard me crying and goin’ on, she called:
“‘Tinker, come here. What’s the matter? Did you Missus whip you?’
“Then my Missus said, ‘Tinker was a bad girl, I told her to sweep the yard and she went off and hid all day.’
“Mollie, she took me up in her arms and said, ‘They mustn’t whip Tinker; she’s my little girl.’
“If it hadn’t been for Miss Mollie, I don’t know where I’d be now. I married right after freedom. My husband, Alexander Boynton and I stayed right on the plantation and farmed on the shares.
“We had planty of children,–18 in all.–three sets of twins. They all grew up, except the twins, they didn’t any of them get old enough to get married, but all the rest lived and raised children.
“They are all scattered around, but my youngest son is only 38 years old. I have grand-children, 40 years old.
“I don’t know just how many, but I have 20 grand-children and I have three generations of grand-children. Yes, my grand-children, some of them, have grand-children. That makes five generations.
“I tell them that I am a “gitzy, gitzy” grand-mother.”
“I live right here with my daughter. She’s my baby girl. I’m not very strong anymore, but I have a big time telling stories to my great-grand-children and great-great-grand children”.
SALENA TASWELL:
Salena Taswell, 364 NW 8th St. Miami, Florida, is one of the oldest ex-slave women in Miami. Like most ex-slaves she is very courteous; she will talk about the “old times”, if she has once gained confidence in you, but her answers will be so laconic that two or three visits are necessary in order for an interviewer to gain tangible information without appearing too proddish.
With short, measured step, bent form, unsteady head, wearing a beaming smile, Salena takes the floor.
“Ole Dr. Jameson, he wuz my Massy. He had a plantation three mile from Perry, Georgia. I can ‘member whole lots about working for them. Y’ see I was growned up when peace came.
“My mother used to be a seamstress and sewed with her fingers all the time. She made the finest kind of stitches while I worked around de table or did any other kind of house work.
“I knowed de time when Ab’ram Linkum come to de plantation. He come through there on the train and stopped over night oncet. He was known by Dr. Jameson and he came to Perry to see about the food for the soldiers.
“We all had part in intertainin’ him. Some shined his shoes, some cooked for him, an’ I waited on de table, I can’t forget that. We had chicken hash and batter cakes and dried venison that day. You be sure we knowed he was our friend and we catched what he had t’ say. Now, he said this: (I never forget that ‘slong as I live) ‘If they free de people, I’ll bring you back into the Union’ (To Dr. Jameson) ‘If you don’t free your slaves, I’ll “whip” you back into the Union. Before I’d allow my wife an’ children to be sold as slaves, I’ll wade in blood and water up to my neck’.
“Now he said all that, if my mother and father were living, they’d tell y’ the same thing. That’s what Linkum said.
“He came through after Freedom and went to the ‘Sheds’ first. I couldn’t ‘magine what was going on, but they came runnin’ to tell me and what a time we had.
“Linkum went to the smoke house and opened the door and said ‘Help yourselves; take what you need; cook yourselves a good meall and we sho’ had a celebration!”
“The Dr. didn’t care; he was lib’ral. After Freedom, when any of us got married he’d give us money and send a servant along for us. Sometimes even he’d carry us himself to our new home.”
DADE COUNTY, FLORIDA, FOLKLORE
MIAMI’S EX-SLAVES
There is a unique organization in the colored population of Miami known as the “Ex Slave Club.” This club now claims twenty-five members, all over 65 years of age and all of whom were slaves in this country prior to the Civil War. The members of this interesting group are shown in the accompanying photograph. The stories of their lives as given verbatim by these aged men and women are recorded in the following stories:
ANNIE TRIP:
“My name’s Annie Trip. How my name’s Trip, I married a Trip, but I was borned in Georgia in the country not so very far from Thomasville. I’m sure you must ha’ heard of Thomasville, Georgia. Well, that’s where I was borned, on Captain Hamlin’s plantation.
“Captain Hamlin, he was a greatest lawyer. Henry Hamlin, you know he was the greatest lawyer what ever was, so dey tell me. You see I was small. My mother and father and four brothers all lived there together. Some of the rest were too small to remember much, but dey wuz all borned dare just de samey. Wish I wuz dare right now. I had plenty of food then. I didn’t need to bother about money. Didn’t have none. Didn’t have no debts to pay, no bother not like now.
“Now I have rheumatism and everything, but no money. Didn’t need any money on Captain Hamlin’s plantation.” And Annie walked away complaining about rheumatism and no money, etc. before her exact age and address could be obtained.
MILLIE SAMPSON:
Millie Sampson, 182 W. 14th St. Miami, Florida, was born in Manning, S.C. only three years ‘bfo’ Peace”.
“My mother and father were born on the same plantation and I di’n’t have nothin’ to do ‘sept play with the white children and have plenty to eat. My mother and father were field han’s. I learned to talk from the white children.”
ANNIE GAIL:
Annie Gail, 1661 NW 6th Court, Miami, Florida, was four years old when “peace came.”
“I was borned on Faggott’s place near Greenville, Alabama. My mother, she worked for Faggott. He wuz her bossman. When she’d go out to de fiel’s, I ‘member I used to watch her, for somehow I wuz feared she would get away from me.
“Now I ‘member dat jes ez good as ’twas yesterday. I didn’t do anything. I just runned ’round.
“We just ‘stayed on’ after de’ ‘Mancipation’. My mother, she was hired then. I guess I wuzn’t ‘fraid ob her leavin’ after dat.”
JESSIE ROWELL:
Jessie Rowell, 331 NW 19th St., Miami, Florida was born in Mississippi, between Fossburg and Heidelberg, on the Gaddis plantation.
“My grandmother worked in the house, but my mother worked in the field hoeing or picking cotton or whatever there was to do. I was too little to work.
“All that I can ‘member is, that I was just a little tot running ’round, and I would always watch for my mother to come home. I was always glad to see her, for the day was long and I knew she’d cook something for me to eat. I can ‘member dat es good as ’twas yestiday.
“We ‘stayed on’ after Freedom. Mother was give wages then, but I don’t know how much.”
MARGARET WHITE:
Margaret White, 6606 18th Ave., Liberty City, Miami. Florida is one of those happy creatures who doesn’t look as if she ever had a care in the world. She speaks good English:
“I am now 84 years old, for I was 13 when the Emancipation Proclamation was made. It didn’t make much difference to me. I had a good home and was treated very nicely.
“My master was John Eckels. He owned a large fruit place near Federal, N.C.
“My father was a tailor and made the clothes for his master and his servants. I was never sold. My master just kept me. They liked me and wouldn’t let me be sold. He never whipped me, for I was a slave, you know, and I had to do just as I was told.
“I worked around the house doing maid’s work. I also helped to care for the children in the home.”
PRISCILLA MITCHELL:
Priscilla Mitchell, 1614 NW 5th Ave., was born in Macon County, Alabama, March 17, 1858.
“Y’ see, ah wuz oney 7 years old when ah wuz ‘mancipated. I can ‘member pickin’ cotton, but I didn’t work so hard, ah wuz too young.
“I wuz my Massy’s pet. No, no he wouldn’t beat me. Whenever ah’s bad or did little things that my mother didn’t want me to do and she’d go to whip me, all I needed to do was to run to my Massy and he’d take me up and not let my mother git me.”
This is a sample of the attitude that very many have toward their masters.
FANNIE McCAY:
Fannie McCay, 1720 NW 3rd Court, Miami, Florida was born on a plantation while her father and mother were slaves; she claims her age is 73 years which would make her too young to remember “mancipation” but nevertheless she was slave property of her master and could have been sold or given away even at that tender age. Her parents, too, “stayed on” quite a while after the “mancipation”.
Being one of those who “didn’t have too much time to talk too much,” her main statement was:
“‘Bout all hi ken ‘member is dat hi hused go hout wid de old folks when dey went out to pick cotton. Hi used to pick a little along.
“I had plenty to eat and when we went away, my Massy had a little calf that I liked so well. I begged my Massy to give it to me, but he never gave me none.”
HATTIE THOMAS:
Hattie Thomas was six years old when peace was declared. She was ‘borned’ near Custer, Ga. on Bob Morris’ plantation. At the tender age of five, she can remember of helping to care for the other children, some of whom were her own brothers and children, for her mother kept her eight children with her.
Bob Morris’ plantation being a large one, the problem of feeding all the slaves and their children was, in itself, a large one. Hattie can well remember of ‘towing’ the milk to the long wooden troughs for the children. Her mother and the other servants would throw bread crusts and corn breads into the milk troughs and when they would become well-soaked, all the little slave-children would line up with their spoons.
“So it happened that the ones who could eat the fastest would be the ones who would get the fattest.
“We had a good plenty to eat and it didn’t make much difference how it was served. We got it just the same and didn ‘t know any better.
“We stayed on after de ‘mancipation an’ ah wants t’ tell y’ ah worked hard in dose days. Of course, ah worked hardest after Peace wuz declared.
“I wuz on dat plantation when there wuz no matches. Yes, dat wuz befo’ matches wuz made an’ many-a time ah started fire in de open fire place by knookin’ two stones together until I’d sen’ sparks into a wad o’cotton until it took fire.
“Now, mind y’ this was on Bob Morrison’s plantation between Custard and Cotton Hill, Ga. We had no made brooms; we just bound broom corn tops together and used them for brooms and brushes. We didn’t have no stoves either. We just cooked in a high pot on a rack. I done all dat.
“Ah haint had no husband for 38 years, but ah raised two sets o’chilluns, nine in all and now ah has 25 grandchildren and I don’t know how many great gran’ chillun.”
DAVID LEE:
David Lee, 1006 NW 1st Court, Miami, Fla. is proud of his “missus” and the training he received on the plantation.
“Ah can’t tell y’ ‘zackkly mah age, but ah knows dat when Freedom was declared, ah was big ‘nough ter drive a haws an’ buggy’, for ah had nice folks. Ah could tell u’ right smart ’bout ’em.
“Ah libbed near Cusper, Ga. on Barefield’s fahm. Dare daughter, Miss Ann Barefield, she taught a school few miles away, ’round pas’ the Post Hoffice. Ah s’posen ah mus’ bee 9 or 10 years hold, for ah’ carried Miss Ann backwards and forwards t’ school hev’ry marnin’ and den in the hevenin’, ah’d stop ’round fer de mails when ah’d go fer to carry her home.
“Miss Ann, she used ter gibme money, but hi didn’t know what t’ do wid hit. Ah had all de clothes ah could we ah and all ah could eat and didn’t need playthings, couldn’t read much, and didn’t know where to buy any books. Ah had hit good.
“When peace wuz signed, dey gib me lots of Confederate bills to play with. Ah had ten-dollah bills and lots o’ twenty-dollah bills, good bills, but y’know dey wus ‘t wuth nothing. Ah have a twenty-doll ah bill ‘roun som’ers, if hi could evah fin’ hit.
“Yes, ah had hit good. My mothah, she stayed on de plantation, too. She did de churnin’ and she run de loom. She wuz a good weaver. Ah used ter help her run de loom.
“We stayed on a while after Freedom and den our Massy he giv’ my mothah a cow and calf along wid other presents an ‘he carried us back to my father an’ we had a little home.
“Ah loved man Missus just as good as ah did my own mothah. She whipped me a few times but then de whippins wuz honly raps on de head wid her thimble. Ah spose ah needed hit, for ah “did like sugah”! (Growing more confidential he explained);
“Now, ah wouldn’t steal nothin’ else, but–uh–ah,–uh–ah did like sugah!”
“Missus, she had a big barrel ob lumpy sugah in de pantry. De doo’ wuz ginnerly looked, but sometimes when hit wuz hopen, ah’d go in an’ take a han’ fu’.
“Ah ‘rembah once, ah crawled in tru de winder and mah Missus she s’picionated ah wuz in dare eatin’ sugah, so she called, “David, you anser me, you all’s in [TR: rest of page cut off.]