went back and stayed a month or two at Williams then we all went back to John Odom.  We stayed round close and farmed and worked till they died.  I married and when I had four or five children I heard ob dis country.  I come on immigration ticket to Mr. Aydelott here at Biscoe.  Train full of us got together and come.  One white man got us all up and brought us here to Biscoe.  I farmed for Mr. Aydelott four or five years, then for Mr. Bland, Mr. Scroggin.

“I never went to school a day in my life.  I used to vote here in Biseoe right smart.  I let the young folks do my votin.  They can tell more about it.  I sho do not think it is the woman’s place to vote an hold all the jobs from the men.  Iffen you don’t in the Primary cause you don’t know nuf to pick out a man, you sho don’t know nuthin er tall bout votin in the General lection.  In fact it ain’t no good to our race nohow.

“The whole world gone past my judgment long ago.  I jess sets round to see what they say an do next.  It is bad when you caint get work you able to do on that’s hard on the old folks.  I could saved.  I did save right smart.  Sickness come on.  Sometimes you have a bad crop year, make nuthin, but you have to live on.  Young folks don’t see no hard times if they keep well an able to work.

“I get commodities and $6 a month.  I do a little if I can.

“One time my son bought a place fo me and him.  He paid all cept $70.  I don’t know whut it cost now.  It was 47 acres.  I worked on it three years.  He sold it and went to the sawmill.  He say he come out square on it.  I didn’t wanter sell it but he did.”

Interviewer:  Mrs. Bernice Bowden
Person interviewed:  Katie Arbery
                    815 W. Thirteenth, Pine Bluff, Arkansas
Age:  80

“I am eighty years old.  My name ’fore I was a Arbery was Baxter.  My mother was a Baxter.  Born in Union County.

“My mother’s first people was Baxter and my grandmother was a Baxter and they just went by that name; she never did change her name.

“The boss man—­that was what they called our master—­his name was Paul McCall.  He was married twice.  His oldest son was Jim McCall.  He was in the War.  Yes ma’am, the Civil War.

“Paul McCall raised me up with his chillun and I never did call him master, just called him pappy, and Jim McCall, I called him brother Jim.  Just raised us all up there in the yard.  My grandmother was the cook.

“There wasn’t no fightin’ in Union County but I ’member when the Yankees was goin’ through and singin’

  ’The Union forever, hurrah, boys, hurrah
   We’ll rally ’round the flag, boys,
   Shouting the battle cry of freedom.’

(She sang this—­ed.)

And I ’member this one good: 

  ’Old buckwheat cakes and good strong butter
   To make your lips go flip, flip, flutter. 
   Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.’

“Pappy used to play that on his fiddle and have us chillun tryin’ to dance.  Used to call us chillun and say, ’You little devils, come up here and dance’ and have us marchin’.