“When I was a child I lay under the loom day after day picking up the sickle.  Ma was a cook and a weaver too.

“Malone was a good man but his wife was one of ’em.  She was a terrible piece of humanity.  Father was a farm hand.  They had a gin, a shoe shop, and a blacksmith shop all on Floyd Malone’s place.  I picked a little cotton before ’mancipation.  Floyd Malone had to buy my mother to git her where my father was.

“Some of the boys wore dresses till they was twelve or fifteen years old.  One fellar rode a mule or cow one the other to preaching.  While he sit talking to his gal at the window a steer cone up and et off his dress tail.  Boys got to courting before they got to take off their long shirts.

“They wasn’t so good to mother.  She run off several times.  She went ’bout one and one-half miles to her mother on the Compton place.  They didn’t whoop her.  They promised her a whooping.  They whooped her and me too but I never knowed ’em to whoop my father.  When they whoop my mother I’d run off to place we lived and crawl under the house.

“We chillun had nothing to do wid coffee.  We drunk milk out little bowls.  We’d turn it up or lap it out which one could do the best.  They fed us.  We’d ask for more till we got filled up.

“I recollect the soldiers come by in July 1863 or 1864 and back in December.  I heard talk so long ’fore they got there I knowed who they was.  They took my oldest brother.  He didn’t want to go.  We never heard from him.  He never come back.  My white master hid out.  He didn’t go to war.  One son went and come back.  It was the Yankees made my oldest brother go.  The first crowd in July swapped their wore-out scrub stock for our good stock.  That second crowd cleaned them out, took our hogs.  Miss Betty had died ’fore they come in July.  That second crowd come in December.  They cleaned out everything to eat and wear.  They set the house ’fire several times with paper and coal oil (kerosene).  It went out every time.  One told the captain.  He come up behind.  It went out every time.  He said, ‘Let’s move on.’  They left it clean and bare.  We didn’t like them.  We had meat hid in the cellar.  We got hungry that spring sure as you born.

“The old man married pretty soon after freedom.  He married young to what he was.

“I didn’t find much fault to slavery ’cepting the abuse.  We et three times a day and now if I get one piece I do well.  Mother cooked, washed, ironed and spun four cuts a day.  We all et at the master’s kitchen three times a day.  We had thirty-two families.  I’ve heard that ag’in time and ag’in so as I recollect it till now.  We didn’t have to work no harder ’en we do now if you have a living.

“Master waited till all there.  He had a horn made sorter like a bugle for that business.  Called us to our meals.  We stayed a year.  Went to his brother’s one year, then to Major Lane’s big farm.  We had to work about the same as b’fore freedom.  Not much change.