God Knows how old I am, All I know is I was
born 'fore de war. Yes, I was a slave an' belonged to a family of
Allen's in Luenburg County, came here to dis
Petersburg de second week of Lee's
My Marster and Mistese was good to we as well as all us slaves. Day owned 'bout
fifty head of Colored People. All de work I did was to play an' drive cows,
being only a boy worked around as chillun; doin' dis, an' dat, little things de
white folks would call me to do.
Marster Allen, owned my Mother, an' sister
too; we emigrant (emigrated) here, came to dis town of Petersburg after
Lee's surrender, I mean you now de ending of de
Civil War. My mother, sister, and I came on down de road in a box car, which
stopped outside de outskirts; hit didn't go through de city. Yes, I know when de
first railroads were built, de Norfolk and Western an' de Atlantis Coast Line
dey were run through Petersburg an' in dem days it was called de Southern.
Mis and Mars' Allen didn't want us to leave
dat part of de Country to come to dis here place down de road, but we comed
ourselves to make a home fo' ourselves. Well now, we worked here an' dar, wid
dis here man an' dat man; O well, wid different people 'til we bought us selves
a home an' paid for it. Mother died right here in dis here house; twelve years
age, dis comin' March 'leventh. I am yet livin' in dis same house, dat she an'
us all labored as' worked fo' by de sweat of our brow, an' wid dese hard, Lord!
Lord! Child dem days was some days. Lemme finish, baby, tellin' you 'bout dis
house. De groun' was bought from a lady (Colored) name Sis Jackey, an' she was
sometimes called in dem days de Mother of Harrison Street Baptis' Church. I
reckon dis church is de ol'est one in Petersburg.
O, yes, honey, I can 'number when de Yankees came into dis town! day broke in
stores an' told all do niggers to go in an' git enything dey wanted.
When slaves ran away they were brought back to their Master and Mistess; when
dey couldn't catch 'em they didn't bother, but let 'em go. Sometimes do slaves
would go an' take up an' live at tother places; some of 'em lived in de woods
off of takin' things, sech as hogs, corn, an' vegetables from other folks farm.
Well, if dose slaves was caught, dey were sold by their New masters to go down
South. Day tell me dem Masters down South was so mean to slaves day would let 'em
work dem cotton fields 'til dey fall dead wid hoes in dare hands, 'em would beat
dem. I'm glad to say we had good owners.
There was a auction block, I saw right here in Petersburg on the corner of
Sycamore street and Bank street. Slaves were auctioned off to de highest bidder.
Some refused to be sold by dat I mean, "cried". Lord! Lord! I dons seen dem
young 'uns fout and kick like crazy folks child it was, pitiful to see 'em. Dem
dey would handcuff an' beat 'em unmerciful. I don' like to talk 'bout back dar.
It brin' a sad feelin' up me. If slaves 'belled, I done seed dem whip 'em wid a
strop sal' "eat mine tails." Honey, dis strop was 'bout bread as yo' hand, from
thum' to little finger, an' 'twas out in strips up. Yo' done seen dese whips dat
they whip horses wid? Well dey was used too.
You sed somethin' 'bout how we served God. Um, um, child, I tell you jest how we
use to do. We use to worship at different houses. You see you would git a remit
to go to dese places. You would have to show your remit. If de Pattyrollers,
caught you dey would whip yo'. Date de wa' dey done in dem da's. Pattyrollers,
is a gang of white men gitting together goin' through de country catching
slaves, an' whipping am' beatin' 'em up if dey had no remit. Marster Allen
wouldn't 'llow no one to whip an' beat his slaves, an' he would handle anybody
if dey did; so, Marster's slaves met an' worshipped from house to house, an
honey, we talked to My God all us wanted.
You know we use to call Marster Allen,
Colonel Allen. His name was Robert. He was a
home general, an' a lawyer, too. When he went to court any slave he said to
free, was freed an' turned aloose. De white fo'ks as well as slaves obeyed
Did you know poor whites like slaves had to git a pass? I mean, a remit like as
slaves, to sell anythin' an' to go places, or de anythin'. Jest as we Colored
People, dey had to go to some big white man like Colonel Allen, dey did. If
Marster wanted to, he would give des a remit or pass, an' if he didn't feel like
it, he wouldn't do it. It was jes as he felt 'bout hit. Date what made all
feared him. Ol' Marster was more hard on dem poor white folks den he was on us
I don't know but two sets of white falks slaves up my way! one was name
Chatman, an' de tother one
Mellovies. Dese two families worked on
Allen's farm as we did. Off from us on a plot
called Morgan's let, there day lived as
slaves jes like us Colored fo'ks. Yes do poor white man had some dark an' tough
days, like us poor niggers! I mean were lashed an' treated, some of 'em, jes as
pitiful an' unmerciful. Lord! Lord! baby, I hope yo' young fo'ks will never know
what slavery is, an' will never suffer as yo' fore parents. O God: God: I'm
livin' to tell de tale to yo', honey. Yes, Jesus, you've spared me.
For clothin' we wore 'loved two suits a year - one for spring, am' one for
winter, was all yo' had. De underclothes were made at home. Yo' also got two
pairs of shoes an' hats an' capt. The white folks or your slave owners would
teach dem who could catch on easy an' dey would teach de other slaves, an' dats
how dey kept all slaves clothed. Our summer hate wore made out of plaited straw,
underclothes made out of sacks an' bags.
We had plenty of feed sech as 'twas cornbread, butter milk, sweet potatoes, in
week days. Ha ! Ha ! honey, guess dats why niggers don't like cornbread today!
dey got a dislike for dat bread from back folks. On Sunday we had biscuits, and
sometimes a little extra food, which old Mistess would send out to Mother for
For as I think, if slavery had lasted, it would have been pretty tough. As it
was, some fared good, while others fared common. You know, slaves who were beat
an' treated bad; some of dem had started gittin' together an' killin' de white
folks when day carried dem out to de field to work. God is punishin' some of dem
ol' suckers an' their chillun right now for de way day use to treat us poor
I think by Negro gittin' educated he has profited, an' dis here younger
generation is gwine to take nothin' off dese here poor white folks when day
don't treat dem right, cause now dis country is a free country! me slavery now.