throwed the stuff out an’ say, ‘Come an’ git it.  Take it to your houses.’  They took it.  It was ours and we didn’t want it wasted.  Soon as they gone they got mighty busy bringing it back.  They built nother door an’ put it up.  Old Miss Karoline bout somewheres, scared purty near to death.  They buried Moster Jim at Water Valley, Mississippi.  Miss Karoline broke up and went back to Virginia.  My grandma got her feather bed and died on it.  Bout two years after that the Yankees sot fire to the house and burned it down.  We all had good log houses down close together.  They didn’t bother us.

“I don’t recollect the Ku Klux.

“Our folks never knowed when freedom come on.  Some didn’t believe they was free at all.  They went on farmin’ wid what left.  What they made they got it.  My folks purty nigh all died right there.

“I lives alone.  I got two childern in Lulu, Mississippi.  I had three childern.  My wife come here wid me.  She dead.

“I had forty acres land, two mules, wagon.  It went for debts.  White folks got it.  I ain’t made nuthin’ since.

“I ain’t no hand at votin’ much.  I railly never understood nuthin’ bout the run of politics.

“I hates to say it but the young generation won’t work if they can get by widout it.  They take it, if they can, outen the old folks.  I used to didn’t ask folks no diffrunce.  I worked right long.

“I gets commodities wid this old woman.  I come here to build her fires and see after er.  I don’t git no check.”

Interviewer:  Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed:  Wade Dudley, Moro, Ark. 
Age:  73

“Bill Kidd and Miss Nancy Kidd owned my parents.  I was born close to Okalona, Chickasha County, Mississippi, about the last year of the Civil War.  Mr. Bill was Miss Nancy’s boy.  He was a nigger trader.  They said the overseers treated em pretty rough.  They made em work in nearly a run.  When Miss Nancy was living they was rich but after she died he got down pretty low.  He married.  Course I knowd em.  I been through his house.  He had a fine house.  My mother said she was born in Virginia.  She belong to Addison and Duley.  Her mother come wid her.  They sold them but didn’t sell her father so she never seed him no more.  She walked or come in a ox wagon part of the way.  She was with a drove.  My father come from North Carolina.  His father was free.  My father weighed out rations.  He was bright color.  He worked round the house and then durin’ the war he run a refugee wagon.  The Yankees got men, mules, meat from Mr. Bill Kidd.  My father he was hiding em and hiding the provisions from one place to another to keep the Yankees from starving em all to death.  My mother had nine boys.  They all belong to Mr. Miller.  He died, his widow married Mr. Owen then Mr. Owen sold them to Mrs. Kidd.  That was where they was freed.  My parents stayed about Mrs. Kidd’s till she died.  They worked for a third some of the time, I don’t know how