“My grandmother taught me not to steal.  My white folks here have trusted me with two and three hundred dollars.  I don’t want nothin’ in the world but mine.

“I been workin’ here for Fox Brothers thirty-eight years and they’ll tell you there’s not a black mark against me.

“I used to be a mortar maker and used to sample cotton.  Then I worked at the Cotton Belt Shops eight years.

“I’ve bought me a home that cost $780.

“I don’t mind tellin’ about myself ’cause I’ve been honest and you can go up the river and get my record.

“Out of all due respect to everybody, the Yankees is the ones I like.

“Vote?  Oh yes, Republican ticket.  I like Roosevelt’s administration.  If I could vote now, I’d vote for him.  He has done a whole lot of good.”

Interviewer:  Miss Irene Robertson
Person Interviewed:  Sallie Newsom
                    Brinkley, Ark. 
Age 75?

“Miss, I don’t know my age, but I know I is old.  I’m sick now.

“My grandma’s mistress and mama’s mistress and my mistress was Miss Jennie Brawner at Thomasville, Georgia.  Me and my oldest sister was born in Atlanta.  Then freedom come on.  My own papa wanted mama to follow him to Mississippi.  He had a wife there.  She wouldn’t go.  She stayed on a while with Mr. Acy and Miss Jennie.  They come from Virginia.  Her name was Catherine.

“Grandma toted her big hoop dresses about and carried her trains up off the floor.  Combed her long glossy hair.  Mama was a house girl too, but then grandma took to the kitchen.  She was the cook then.

“Old Miss Jennie wanted mama to give her my oldest sister Lulu, so mama gave her to her.  Then when we started to come to Holly Grove, Mississippi, Miss Jennie still wanted her.  Mama didn’t want to part from her.  She was married again and brought me but my aunts told mama to leave her there, she would have a good home and be educated, so she ’greed to leave her two years.  She sent back for her at the end of two years; she wrote and didn’t want to come.  She was still at Miss Jennie’s.  I haben seen her from the day we left Atlanta till this very day.  A woman, colored woman, was here in Brinkley once seen her.  Said she was so fine and nice.  Had nice soft skin and was well to do.  I have wrote but my letters come back.  I know Miss Jennie is dead, and my sister may be by now.

“My papa was Abe Brooks.  His master was Mars Jonas Brooks.  Old master give him to the young master.  He was rich, rich, and traveled all time.  His pa give him a servant.  He cooked for him, drove his carriage—­they called it a brake in them days—­followed him to the hotels and bar-rooms.  He drink and give him a dram.  When he was freed he come to Mississippi with the Brooks to farm for them.  I went to see my papa at Waterford, Miss.

“When we was at Holly Springs, Mississippi my cousin was a railroad man so he helped me run away.  He paid my way.  I come to Clarendon.  I cooked, washed and ironed.  In two or three years I went back to see mama.  They was glad to see me.  They had eight children.