“When freedom come on my folks moved to East Tennessee.  I don’t know whether they got good treatment or not.  They was freedom loving folks.  The Ku Klux never bothered us at home.  I heard a lot of em.  They was pretty hot further south.  I had two brothers scared pretty bad.  They went wid some white men to South Carolina and drove hogs.  The white men come back in buggies or on the train—­left them to walk back.  The Ku Klux got after them.  They had a hard time getting home.  I heard the Ku Klux was bad down in Alabama.  They had settled down fore I went to Alabama.  I owned a home in Alabama.  I took stock for it.  Sold the stock and come to Arkansas.  I had seven children.  We raised three.

“When my folks was set free they never got nothing.  The mountain folks raised corn and made whiskey.  They made red corn cob molasses; it was good.  They put lye in the whiskey; it would kill you.  They raised hogs plenty.  My folks raised hogs and corn.  They didn’t make no whiskey.  I seen em make it and sell it too.

“I heard folks say they rather be under the home men overseers than Northern overseers.  They was kinder to em it seem like.  I was jes beginnin’ to go to the field when freedom come on.  I helped pile brush to be burned before freedom.  I farmed when I was a boy; pulled fodder and bundled it.  I shucked corn, slopped pigs, milked, plowed a mule over them rocks, thinned out corn.  I worked twenty days in East Tennessee on the section.  I cut and haul wood all winter.

“My parents both died in Arkansas.  We come here to get to a fine farmin’ country.  We did like it fine.  I’m still here.

“I have voted.  I vote if I’m needed.  The white folks country and they been runnin’ it.  I don’t want no enemies.  They been good to me.  I got no egercation much.  I sorter follows bout votin’.  We look to the white folks to look after our welfare.

“I get $8.00 and commodities.  I work all I can git to do.”

Interviewer:  Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed:  Cella Perkins
                    Marvell and Palestine, Arkansas
Age:  67

“I was born close to Macon, Georgia.  Mama’s old mistress, Miss Mari (Maree) Beth Woods, brung her there from fifteen miles outer Atlanta.

“After emancipation Miss Mari Beth’s husband got killed.  A horse kicked him to death.  It shyed at something and it run in front of the horse.  He held the horse so it couldn’t run.  It kicked the foot board clean off, kicked him in the stomach.  His boy crawled out of the buggy.  That’s the way we knowed how it happened.  She didn’t hurt the boy.  His name was Benjamin Woods.

“Pa went to war with his master and he never come back to mama.  She never heard from him after freedom.  He got captured and got to be a soldier and went ’way off.  She didn’t never know if he got killed or lost his way back home.

“Mama cooked and kept up the house.  Miss Mari Beth kept a boarding house in Macon till way after I was a big girl.  I stood on a box and washed dishes and dried them for mama.