Edwards, Lucius
Elliott, John
Evans, Millie
Farmer, Robert
Fergusson, Lou
Ferrell, Jennie
Fikes, Frank
Filer, J.E. 
Finger, Orleans [TR:  in text of interview, Orleana]
Finley, Molly
Finney, Fanny
Fisher, Gate-Eye
Fitzgerald, Ellen
Fitzhugh, Henry
Flagg, Mary
Flowers, Doc
Fluker, Frances
Fluker, Ida May
Ford, Wash
Fortenberry, Judia
Foster, Emma
Foster, Ira
Franklin, Leonard
Frazier, Eliza
Frazier, Mary
Frazier, Tyler
Freeman, Mittie
Fritz, Mattie

ILLUSTRATIONS

Sarah and Sam Douglas [TR:  The Library of Congress photo archive notes
                       “‘Tom’ written in pencil above ‘Sam’ in title.”]
Millie Evans

[TR:  Some interviews were date-stamped; these dates have been added to interview headers in brackets.  Where part of date could not be determined —­ has been substituted.  These dates do not appear to represent actual interview dates, rather dates completed interviews were received or perhaps transcription dates.]

Interviewer:  Miss Irene Robertson
Person interviewed:  Frank Cannon
                    R.F.D., two miles, Palestine, Arkansas
Age:  77

“I was born three miles west of Starkville, Mississippi on a pretty tolerable large farm.  My folks was bought from a speculator drove come by.  They come from Sanders in South Ca’lina.  Master Charlie Cannon bought a whole drove of us, both my grandparents on both sides.  He had five farms, big size farms.  Saturday was ration day.

“Our master built us a church in our quarters and sont his preacher to preach to us.  He was a white preacher.  Said he wanted his slaves to be Christians.

“I never went to school in my life.  I was taught by the fireside to be obedient and not steal.

“We et outer trays hewed out of logs.  Three of us would eat together.  We had wooden spoons the boys made whittling about in cold rainy weather.  We all had gourds to drink outer.  When we had milk we’d get on our knees and turn up the tray, same way wid pot-liquor.  They give the grown up the meat and us pot-liquor.

“Pa was a blacksmith.  He got a little work from other plantations.  The third year of the surrender he bought us a cow.  The master was dead.  He never went to war.  He went in the black jack thickets.  His sons wasn’t old enough to go to war.  Pa seemed to like ole master.  The overseer was white looking like the master but I don’t know if he was white man or nigger.  Ole master wouldn’t let him whoop much as he pleased.  Master held him off on whooping.

“When the master come to the quarters us children line up and sit and look at him.  When he’d go on off we’d hike out and play.  He didn’t care if we look at him.

“My pa was light about my color.  Ma was dark.  I heard them say she was part Creek (Indian).