“Things got lax.  I heard her say one man sold all his slaves.  The War broke out.  They run away and went back to him.  She’d see ’em pass going back home.  They been sold and wouldn’t stay.  Folks got to running off to war.  They thought it look like a frolic.  I heard some of them say they wish they hadn’t gone off to war ’fore it was done.  Niggers didn’t know that[TR:  ?] war no freedom was ‘ceptin’ the Yankees come tell them something and then they couldn’t understand how it all be.  Black folks was mighty ignant then.  They is now for that matter.  They look to white folks for right kind of doings[?].

“Ma said every now and then see somebody going back to that man tried to get rid of them.  They traveled by night and beg along from black folks.  In daytime they would stay in the woods so the pettyrollers wouldn’t run up on them.  The pettyrollers would whoop ’em if they catch ’em.

“Ma told about one day the Yankees come and made the white women came help the nigger women cook up a big dinner.  Ma was scared so bad she couldn’t see nothing she wanted.  She said there was no talking.  They was too scared to say a word.  They sot the table and never a one of them told ’em it was ready.

“She said biscuits so scarce after the War they took ’em ’round in their pockets to nibble on they taste so good.

“I was eighteen years old when pa and ma took the notion to come out here.  All of us come but one sister had married, and pa and one brother had a little difference.  Pa had children ma didn’t have.  They went together way after slavery.  We got transportation to Memphis by train and took a steamboat to Pillowmount.  That close to Forrest City.  Later on I come to Biscoe.  They finally come too.

“I been pretty independent all my life till I getting so feeble.  I work a sight now.  I’m making boards to kiver my house out at the lot now.  I goiner get somebody to kiver it soon as I get my boards made.

“We don’t get no PWA aid ‘ceptin’ for two orphant babies we got.  They are my wife’s sister’s little boys.

“Well sir-ree, folks could do if the young ones would.  Young folks don’t have no consideration for the old wore-out parents.  They dance and drink it bodaciously out on Saturday ebening and about till Sunday night.  I may be wrong but I sees it thater way.  Whan we get old we get helpless.  I’m getting feebler every year.  I see that.  Times goiner be hard ag’in this winter and next spring.  Money is scarce now for summer time and craps laid by.  I feels that my own self now.  Every winter times get tough.”

Interviewer:  Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed:  Richard H. McDaniel, Brinkley, Arkansas
Age:  73