Interviewer:  Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed:  Charles Anderson.  Helena, Arkansas
Age:  77 or 78, not sure

“I was born in Bloomfield, Kentucky.  My parents had the same owners.  Mary and Elgin Anderson was their names.  They was owned by Isaac Stone.  Davis Stone was their son.  They belong to the Stones as far back as they could remember.  Mama was darker than I am.  My father was brighter than I am.  He likely had a white father.  I never inquired.  Mama had colored parents.  Master Stone walked with a big crooked stick.  He nor his son never went to war.  Masters in that country never went.  Two soldiers were drafted off our place.  I saw the soldiers, plenty of them and plenty times.  There never was no serious happenings.

“The Federal soldiers would come by, sleep in the yard, take our best horses and leave the broken down ones.  Very little money was handled.  I never seen much.  Master Stone would give us money like he give money to Davis.  They prized fine stock mostly.  They needed money at wheat harvest time only.  When a celebration or circus come through he give us all twenty-five or thirty cents and told us to go.  There wasn’t many slaves up there like down in this country.  The owners from all I’ve heard was crueler and sold them off oftener here.

“Weaving was a thing the women prided in doing—­being a fast weaver or a fine hand at weaving.  They wove pretty coverlets for the beds.  I see colored spreads now makes me think about my baby days in Kentucky.

“Freedom was something mysterious.  Colored folks didn’t talk it.  White folks didn’t talk it.  The first I realized something different, Master Stone was going to whip a older brother.  He told mama something I was too small to know.  She said, ’Don’t leave this year, son.  I’m going to leave.’  Master didn’t whip him.

“Master Stone’s cousin kept house for him.  I remember her well.  They were all very nice to us always.  He had a large farm.  He had twenty servants in his yard.  We all lived there close together.  My sister and mama cooked.  We had plenty to eat.  We had beef in spring and summer.  Mutton and kid on special occasions.  We had hog in the fall and winter.  We had geese, ducks, and chickens.  We had them when we needed them.  We had a field garden.  He raised corn, wheat, oats, rye, and tobacco.

“Once a year we got dressed up.  We got shirts, a suit, pants and shoes, and what else we needed to wear.  Then he told them to take care of their clothes.  They got plenty to do a year.  We didn’t have fine clothes no time.  We didn’t eat ham and chicken.  I never seen biscuit—­only sometimes.

“I seen a woman sold.  They had on her a short dress, no sleeves, so they could see her muscles, I reckon.  They would buy them and put them with good healthy men to raise young slaves.  I heard that.  I was very small when I seen that young woman sold and years later I heard that was what was done.