“I member my white folks was good to me.

“I went to school after the war whar I was born.  C.N.  Douglas, the son of Napoleon Douglas, was my teacher.  First teacher we had was Miss Mary Strotter.  I know she couldn’t learn us anything so they got C.N.  Douglas.  He brought that paddle with the little holes and he learned us something.  I know my sister was next to me and she couldn’t get her spelling and I’d work my mouf so she could see.  C.N.  Douglas caught me at it and he whipped me that day.  I never worked my mouf again.

“I was the best speller in the school.  I won a gold pen and ink stand and George Washington picture.

“Before the war I member the overseer would say, ’If you don’t have that done tonight, I’ll whip you tomorrow.’  They had one man was pretty bad and I know they give him a thimble and a barrel and told him he had to fill up that barrel, but he couldn’t do it you know and so they whipped him.

“Mama used to whip me.  She called me the ‘Devil’s Egg Bag’ for a long time.  I used to take a darning needle and punch the eyes out of guineas or chickens just to see em run around.  She broke me of that.  I know now she never whip me enough, but she made a man of me.  I got a good name now.  Always been a good worker.  Done my work good and that’s what they want to know.  Yes ma’m, I’m old.”

Interviewer:  Miss Irene Robertson
Persons interviewed:  Maggie Snow and Charlie Snow
                     R.F.D., Brinkley, Arkansas
Ages:  69 and 75

“My parents’ names was Mary and Henderson Kurkendall.  They had seven children.  Mama died when I was three years old.  Papa was a Yankee soldier.

“They belong to the same white folks, Moster Jake and Peggy Kurkendall.  They had a big farm.

“My papa told me that one morning they woke up and looked out over the field.  The Yankees had pitched their camps far as you could see on Moster Jake’s farm.  They come up to his house.  Moster Jake had a big house and a big family.  The Yankees come up there and throwed out all they had and told the slaves to take it.  No, they didn’t; they was scared to take it and it belong to them.  They didn’t want it all wasted like they was doing.  Papa said they rode their horses up to the house.  They took all the soldiers on the place to the camp.  They was scared not to go.

“Papa left mama at the old home place and Moster Jake let them work all they could.  Papa stayed in the war till after the battle at Vicksburg.  Then he come home.  They stayed awhile at Moster Jake’s and worked.  He got his knee hurt and his health ruined.  He never was no count after he got back home.  Mama could pick six hundred pounds of cotton a day he said.  They worked from daybreak till pitch dark in them days.

“Little Jake Kurkendall is living now Enoch or Harrison Station, Mississippi.  He is older than I am.  He got a family.  But he is all the son old Moster Jake had that I know living now.