“Conditions is far better for young folks now than when I come on.  They can get chances I couldn’t get they could do.  My daughter is tied down here with me.  She could do washings and ironings if she could get them and do it here at home.  I think she got one give over to her for awhile.  The regular wash woman is sick.  It is hard for me to get a living since I been sick.  I get commodities.  But the diet I am on it is hard to get it.  The money is the trouble.  I had two strokes and I been sick with high blood pressure three years.  We own our house.  Times is all right if I was able to work and enjoy things.  I don’t get the Old Age Pension.  I reckon because my daughter’s husband has a job—­I reckon that is it.  I can’t hardly buy milk, that is the main thing.  The doctor told me to eat plenty milk.

“I never voted.”

Interviewer:  Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed:  Calvin West, Widener, Arkansas
Age:  68

“Mother belong to Parson Renfro.  He had a son named Jim Renfro.  She was a cook and farm hand too.  I never heard her speak much of her owners.  Pa’s owner was Dr. West and Miss Jensie West.  He had a son Orz West and his daughter was Miss Lillie West.  I never was around their owners.  Some was dead before I come on.  My pa was a cripple man.  His leg was drawn around with rheumatism.  During slavery he would load up a small cart wid cider and ginger cakes and go sell it out.  He sold ginger cakes two for a nickel and I never heard how he sold the cider.  I heard him tell close speriences he had with the patrollers.  Some of the landowners didn’t want him trespassing on their places.  He got a part of the money he sold out for.  I judge from what he said his owner got part for the wagon and horse.  He sold some at stores before freedom.  He farmed too.  His name was Phillip West and mother’s name was Lear West.  He was a crack hand at making ginger cakes.  He sold wagon loads in town on Saturday till he died.  I was a boy nearly grown.  They had ten children in all.  I was born in Tate County, Mississippi.

“Mr. Miller had land here.  I didn’t work for him but he wanted me to come here and work his land.  He give us tickets.  He said this was new land and we could do better.  We work a lot and make big crops and don’t hardly get a living out of it.  We come on the train here.

“We come in 1920.  The way we got down here now it is bad.  We make big crops and don’t get much for it.  We have no place to raise things to help out and pay big prices for everything.  I work.  But times is hard.  That is the very reason it is hard.  We got no place to raise nothing.  (Hard road and ditch in front and cotton field all around it except a few feet of padded dirt and a wood pile.) Times is good and if a fellow could ever get a little ahead I believe he could stay ahead.  Since my wife been sick we jes’ can make it.

“We never called for no help.  She cooked and I worked.  She signed up but it will be a long time, they said, till they could get to her.”