Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves, Volume XI, North Carolina Narratives, Part 2

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</SPAN></span></p> <div class='left'> <table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="bobjones"> <tr><td align='left'>N.C. District:</td><td align='left'>No. 2</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>Worker:</td><td align='left'>Mary Hicks</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>No. Words:</td><td align='left'>450</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>Subject:</td><td align='left'>EX-SLAVE STORY</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>Story Teller:</td><td align='left'>BOB JONES</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>Editor:</td><td align='left'>George L. Andrews</td></tr> </table></div> <p>[TR: Date stamp: AUG 17 1937]<br/></p> <hr style="width: 25%;" /> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</SPAN></span></p> <h2> EX-SLAVE STORY<br/> BOB JONES<br/> </h2> <h4>An interview with Bob Jones, 86 years of age, County Home, Raleigh, North Carolina. </h4> <p>"I wus borned in Warren County on de plantation 'longin' ter Mister Logie Rudd. My mammy wus Frankie. My pappy wus named [TR: illegible] [H]arry Jones. Him an' my oldes' brother Burton 'longed ter a Mister Jones dar in de neighborhood.</p> <p>"Marster Logie an' young Marster Joe wus nice as dey could be, but Mis' Betsy wus crabbed an' hard ter git along wid. She whupped de servants what done de house work an' she fussed so bad dat she moughty nigh run all us crazy. Hit wus her what sold my Aunt Sissy Ann an' hit wus her what whupped my sister Mary so bad. Dar warn't but six of us slaves but dem six run a race ter see who can stay outen her sight.</p> <p>"Young Marster Joe wus one of de fust ter go ter de war an' I wanted ter go wid him but I bein' only fourteen dey 'cided ter sen' Sidney instead. I hated dat, 'case I shorely wanted ter go.</p> <p>"We neber seed Marse Joe but twice atter he left, de time when his daddy wus buried an' when dey brung his body home frum de war.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</SPAN></span></p> <p>"One day about seben or eight Yankees comed 'roun' our place lookin' fer Reb. scouts, dey said, but dey ain't fin' none so dey goes on 'bout dere business. De nex' day a few of our soldiers brings Marse Joe's body home frum de war.</p> <p>"I doan 'member whar he wus killed but he had been dead so long dat he had turned dark, an' Sambo, a little nigger, sez ter me, 'I thought, Bob, dat I'ud turn white when I went ter heaben but hit 'pears ter me lak de white folkses am gwine ter turn black.'</p> <p>"We buried young Marse Joe under de trees in de family buryin' groun' an' we niggers sung Swing Low Sweet Chariot an' Nearer My God to Thee an' some others. De ole missus wus right nice ter ever'body dat day an' she let de young missus take charge of all de business frum dat time.</p> <p>"We stayed on de Rudd plantation fer two years atter de war, den we moves ter Method whar I met Edna Crowder. We courted fer seberal months an' at las' I jist puts my arm 'roun' her waist an' I axes her ter have me. She ain't got no mammy ter ax so she kisses me an' tells me dat she will.</p> <p>"Durin' de course of our married life we had five chilluns but only one of dem lived ter be named, dat wus Hyacinth, an' he died 'fore he was a month old.</p> <p>"Edna died too, six years ago, an' lef' me ter de mercies of de worl'. All my brudders an' sisters dead,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</SPAN></span> my parents dead, my chilluns dead, an' my wife dead, but I has got a niece.</p> <p>"Till lately I been livin' at de Wake County Home, but my niece what lives on Person Street says dat iffen I can git de pension dat she can afford ter let me stay ter her house. I hope I does, 'case I doan want ter go back ter de County Home."</p> <p>EH</p> <hr style="width: 95%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />