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Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States

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<strong>Slave</strong> <strong>Narratives</strong>: a <strong>Folk</strong> <strong>History</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Slave</strong>ry by Various 80One Yankee would come along an' give us sumpt<strong>in</strong>' an ano<strong>the</strong>r would come on beh<strong>in</strong>d him an' take it. Dats deway dey done. One give mo<strong>the</strong>r a mule an' when dey done gone she sold it. A Yankee give mo<strong>the</strong>r a ham <strong>of</strong>meat, ano<strong>the</strong>r come right on beh<strong>in</strong>d him an' took it away from her. Dere shore wus a long l<strong>in</strong>e <strong>of</strong> demYankees. I can 'member see<strong>in</strong>g 'em march by same as it wus yisterday. I wus not old enough to work, but I'members 'em. I don't know 'zackly but I wus 'bout five years old when de surrender wus.My name before I wus married wus Fannie Sessoms an' mo<strong>the</strong>r wus named Della Sessoms. We belonged toDr. Isaac Sessoms an' our missus wus named Hanna. My fa<strong>the</strong>r wus named Perry Vick, after his marster whowus named Perry Vick. My missus died dur<strong>in</strong>' de war an' marster never married anymore.I don't 'member much 'bout missus but mo<strong>the</strong>r tole me she wus some good woman an' she loved her. Marsterwus mighty good to us an' didn't allow patterollers to whip us none. De slave houses wus warm and really deywus good houses, an' didn't leak nei<strong>the</strong>r.I don't 'member much 'bout my grandparents, just a little mo<strong>the</strong>r tole me 'bout 'em. Grandma 'longed to deSessoms an' Dr. Isaac Sessoms bro<strong>the</strong>r wus mo<strong>the</strong>r's fa<strong>the</strong>r. Mo<strong>the</strong>r tole me dat. Look at dat picture, mister,you see you can't tell her from a white woman. Dats my mo<strong>the</strong>r's picture. She wus as white as you wid longhair an' a face like a white woman. She been dead 'bout twenty years. My mo<strong>the</strong>r said dat we all fared good,but course we wore homemade clo<strong>the</strong>s an' wooden bottomed shoes.We went to <strong>the</strong> white folks church at Red Oak an' Rocky Mount Missionary Baptist Churches. We wereallowed to have prayer meet<strong>in</strong>gs at de slave houses, two an' three times a week. I 'members go<strong>in</strong>' to church'bout last year <strong>of</strong> de war wid mo<strong>the</strong>r. I had a apple wid me an' I got hungry an' wanted to eat it <strong>in</strong> meet<strong>in</strong>' butmo<strong>the</strong>r jest looked at me an' touched my arm, dat wus enough. I didn't eat de apple. I can 'member how bad Iwanted to eat it. Don't 'member much 'bout dat sermon, guess I put my m<strong>in</strong>d on de apple too much.Marster had about twenty slaves an' mo<strong>the</strong>r said dey had always been allowed to go to church an' have prayermeet<strong>in</strong>gs 'fore I wus born. Marster had both white an' colored overseers but he would not allow any <strong>of</strong> hisoverseers to bulldoze over his slaves too much. He would call a overseer down for be<strong>in</strong>' rough at de wrongtime. Charles Sessoms wus one <strong>of</strong> marster's colored overseers. He 'longed to marster, an' mo<strong>the</strong>r said marsteralways listened to what Charles said. Dey said marster had always favored him even 'fore he made himoverseer. Charles Sessoms fell dead one day an' mo<strong>the</strong>r found him. She called Marster Sessoms an' he comean' jest cried. Mo<strong>the</strong>r said when Marster come he wus dead shore enough, dat marster jest boohooed an' wentto de house, an' wouldn't look at him no more till dey started to take him to de grave. Everybody on deplantation went to his bury<strong>in</strong>' an' funeral an' some from de udder plantation dat jo<strong>in</strong>ed ourn.I 'members but little 'bout my missus, but 'members one time she run me when I wus go<strong>in</strong>' home from de greathouse, an' she said, 'I am go<strong>in</strong>' to catch you, now I catch you'. She pick<strong>in</strong>' at me made me love her. When shedied mo<strong>the</strong>r tole me 'bout her be<strong>in</strong>' dead an' took me to her bury<strong>in</strong>'. Next day I wanted to go an' get her up. Itole mo<strong>the</strong>r I wanted her to come home an' eat. Mo<strong>the</strong>r cried an' took me up <strong>in</strong> her arms, an' said, 'Honeymissus will never eat here aga<strong>in</strong>.' I wus so young I didn't understand.Dr. Sessoms an' also Dr. Drake, who married his daughter, doctored us when we wus sick. Dr. Joe Drakemarried marster's only daughter Harriet an' his only son David died <strong>in</strong> Mississippi. He had a plantation dere.I been married only once. I wus married forty years ago to Sidney Dunn. I had one chile, she's dead.From what I knows <strong>of</strong> slavery an' what my mo<strong>the</strong>r tole me I can't say it wus a bad th<strong>in</strong>g. Mister, I wants to tellde truth an' I can't say its bad 'cause my mo<strong>the</strong>r said she had a big time as a slave an' I knows I had a goodtime an' wus treated right.LE

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