“I had to rake up leaves and fetch em to the barn to make beds for the little pigs in cold weather.  The rake was made out of wood.  It had hickory wood teeth and about a foot long.  It was heavy.  I put my leaves in a basket bout so high [three or four feet high].  I couldn’t tote it—­I drug it.  I had to get leaves in to do a long time and wait till the snow got off before I could get more.  It seem like it snowed a lot.  The pigs rooted the leaves all about in day and back up in the corners at night.  It was ditched all around.  It didn’t get very muddy.  Rattle snakes was bad in the mountains.  I used to tote water—­one bucketful on my head and one bucketful in each hand.  We used wooden buckets.  It was lot of fun to hunt guinea nests and turkey nests.  When other little children come visiting that is what we would do.  We didn’t set around and listen at the grown folks.  We toted up rocks and then they made rock rows [terraces] and rock fences about the yard and garden.  They looked so pretty.  Some of them would be white, some gray, sometimes it would be mixed.  They walled wells with rocks too.  All we done or knowed was work.  When we got tired there was places to set and rest.  The men made plough stocks and hoe handles and worked at the blacksmith shop in snowy weather.  I used to pick up literd [HW:  lightwood] knots and pile them in piles along the road so they could take them to the house to burn.  They made a good light and kindling wood.

“They didn’t whoop Grandma but she whooped me a plenty.

“After the war some white folks would tell Grandma one thing and some others tell her something else.  She kept me and cooked right on.  I didn’t know what freedom was.  Seemed like most of them I knowed didn’t know what to do.  Most of the slaves left the white folks where I was raised.  It took a long time to ever get fixed.  Some of them died, some went to the cities, some up North, some come to new country.  I married and come to Fredonia, Arkansas in 1889.  I had been married since I was a young girl.  But as I was saying the slaves was still hunting a better place and more freedom.  The young folks is still hunting a better place and more freedom.  Grandma learnt me to set down and be content.  We have done better out here than we could done in North Carolina but I don’t believe in so much rambling.

“We come on the passenger train and paid our own way to Arkansas.  It was a wild and sickly country and has changed.  Not like living in the same country.  I try to live like the white folks and Grandma raised me.  I do like they done.  I think is the reason we have saved and have good a living as we got.  We do on as little as we can and save a little for the rainy day.”

Interviewer:  Mrs. Bernice Bowden
Person interviewed:  Railroad Dockery
                    1103 Short 13th, Pine Bluff, Arkansas
Age:  81