Anna Baker





Anna Baker, Ex-slave, Monroe County

FEC

Mrs. Richard Kolb

Rewrite, Pauline Loveless

Edited, Clara E. Stokes



ANNA BAKER

Aberdeen, Mississippi





Anna Baker, 80-year old ex-slave, is tall and well built. She is what

the Negroes term a "high brown." Her high forehead and prominent cheek

bones indicate that there is a strain of other than the pure African in

her blood. She is in fair health.



"Lemme see how old I is. Well, I tells you jus' lak I tol' dat Home Loan

man what was here las' week. I 'members a pow'ful lot 'bout slavery

times an' 'bout 'fore surrender. I know I was a right smart size den,

so's 'cording to dat I mus' be 'roun' 'bout eighty year old. I aint sho'

'bout dat an' I don't want to tell no untruth. I know I was right smart

size 'fore de surrender, as I was a-sayin', 'cause I 'members Marster

comin' down de road past de house. When I'd see 'im 'way off I'd run to

de gate an' start singin' dis song to 'im:



'Here come de marster, root toot too!

Here come Marster, comin' my way!

Howdy, Marster, howdy do!

What you gwine a-bring from town today?'



Dat would mos' nigh tickle him to death an' he'd say, 'Loosahna (dat was

his pet name for me) what you want today? I'd say, 'Bring me some

goobers, or a doll, or some stick candy, or anything. An' you can bet

yo' bottom doller he'd always bring me somp'n'.



"One reason Marse Morgan thought so much o' me, dey say I was a right

peart young'n' an' caught on to anything pretty quick. Marster would

tell me, 'Loosanna, if you keep yo' ears open an' tell me what de

darkies talk 'bout, dey'll be somp'n' good in it for you.' (He meant for

me to listen when dey'd talk 'bout runnin' off an' such.) I'd stay

'roun' de old folks an' make lak I was a-playin'. All de time I'd be

a-listenin'. Den I'd go an' tell Marster what I hear'd. But all de time

I mus' a-had a right smart mind, 'cause I'd play 'roun' de white folks

an' hear what dey'd say an' den go tell de Niggers.--Don't guess de

marster ever thought 'bout me doin' dat.



"I was born an' bred 'bout seven miles from Tuscaloosa, Alabama. I was

de baby of de fam'ly. De house was on de right han' side o' de road to

town. I had four sisters an' one brother dat I knows of. Dey was named

Classie, Jennie, Florence, Allie, an' George. My name was Joanna, but

dey done drap de Jo part a long time ago.



"I don't recollec' what my ma's mammy an' pappy was named, but I know

dat her pappy was a full blooded Injun. (I guess dat is where I gits my

brown color.) Her mammy was a full blooded African though, a great big

woman.



"I recollec' a tale ray mammy tol' me 'bout my gran'pa. When he took up

wid my gran'mammy de white man what owned her say, 'If you want to stay

wid her I'll give you a home if you'll work for me lak de Niggers do.'

He 'greed, 'cause he thought a heap o' his Black Woman. (Dat's what he

called her.) Ever'thing was all right 'til one o' dem uppity overseers

tried to act smart. He say he gwine a-beat him. My gran'pappy went home

dat night an' barred de door. When de overseer an' some o' his frien's

come after him, he say he aint gwine a-open dat door. Dey say if he

don't dey gwine a-break it in. He tell' em to go 'head.



"Whilst dey was a-breakin' in he filled a shovel full o' red hot coals

an' when dey come in he th'owed it at 'em. Den whilst dey was

a-hollerin' he run away. He aint never been seen again to dis good day.

I'se hear'd since den dat white folks learnt dat if dey started to whip

a Injun dey'd better kill him right den or else he might git dem.



"My mammy's name was Harriet Clemens. When I was too little to know

anything 'bout it she run off an' lef' us. I don't 'member much 'bout

her 'fore she run off, I reckon I was mos' too little.



"She tol' me when she come after us, after de war was over, all 'bout

why she had to run away: It was on 'count of de Nigger overseers. (Dey

had Niggers over de hoers an' white mens over de plow han's.) Dey kep'

a-tryin' to mess 'roun' wid her an' she wouldn' have nothin' to do wid

'em. One time while she was in de fiel' de overseer asked her to go over

to de woods wid him an' she said, 'All right, I'll go find a nice place

an' wait.' She jus' kep'a-goin. She swum de river an' run away. She

slipped back onct or twict at night to see us, but dat was all. She

hired out to some folks dat warnt rich' nough to have no' slaves o' dey

own. Dey was good to her, too. (She never lacked for work to do.)



"When my ma went off a old woman called Aunt Emmaline kep' me. (She kep'

all de orphunt chillun an' dem who's mammas had been sent off to de

breedin' quarters. When dem women had chillun dey brung 'em an' let

somebody lak Aunt Emmaline raise em.) She was sho' mean to me. I think

it was 'cause de marster laked me an' was always a-pettin' me. She was

jealous.



"She was always a-tryin' to whip me for somethin' or nother. One time

she hit me wid a iron miggin. (You uses it in churnin'.) It made a bad

place on my head. She done it 'cause I let some meal dat she was

parchin' burn up. After she done it she got sort a scared an' doctored

me up. She put soot on de cut to make it stop bleedin'. Nex' day she

made me promise to tell de marster dat I hurt my head when I fell out o'

de door dat night he whip Uncle Sim for stealin' a hog. Now I was asleep

dat night, but when he asked me I said, 'Aunt Emmaline say tell you I

hurt my head fallin' out de door de night you whip Uncle Sim.' Den he

say, 'Is dat de truf?' I say, 'Naw sir.' He took Aunt Emmaline down to

de gear house an' wore her out. He wouldn' tell off on me. He jus' tol'

her dat she had no bus'ness a-lettin' me stay up so late dat I seen him

do de whippin'.



"My pa was named George Clemens. Us was all owned by Marster Morgan

Clemens. Master Hardy, his daddy, had give us to him when he 'vided out

wid de res' o' his chillun. (Marster Morgan was a settled man. He went

'roun' by hisse'f mos' o' de time. He never did marry.)



"My pa went to de war wid Marster Morgan an' he never come back. I don't

'member much 'bout 'em goin', but after dey lef' I 'member de Blue Coats

a-comin'. Dey tore de smoke house down an' made a big fire an' cooked

all de meat dey could hol'. All us Niggers had a good time, 'cause, dey

give us all us wanted. One of 'em put me up on his knee an' asked me if

I'd ever seen Marster wid any little bright 'roun' shiny things. (He

held his hand up wid his fingers in de shape of a dollar.) I, lak a

crazy little Nigger said, 'Sho', Marster draps 'em 'hind de

mantelpiece.' Den, if dey didn' tear dat mantel down an' git his money,

I's a son-of-a-gun!



"After de war was over my ma got some papers from de progo[FN: provost]

marshal. She come to de place an 'tol' de marster she want her chillun.

He say she can have all 'cept me. She say she want me, too, dat I was

her'n an' she was gwine a-git me. She went back an 'got some more papers

an' showed 'em to Marster Morgan. Den he lemme go.



"She come out to de house to git us. At firs' I was scared o' her,

'cause I didn' know who she was. She put me in her lap an' she mos' nigh

cried when she seen de back o' my head. Dey was awful sores where de

lice had been an' I had scratched 'em. (She sho' jumped Aunt Emmaline

'bout dat.) Us lef' dat day an' went right on to Tuscaloosa. My ma had

married again an' she an' him took turns 'bout carrying me when I got

tired. Us had to walk de whole seven miles.



"I went to school after dat an' learnt to read an' write. Us had white

Yankee teachers. I learnt to read de Bible well' nough an' den I quit.



"I was buried in de water lak de Savior. I's a real Baptis'. De Holy

Sperrit sho' come into my heart.



"I b'lieves in de Sperrit. I b'lieves all o' us when us dies is

sperrits. Us jus' hovers 'roun' in de sky a-ridin' on de clouds. Course,

some folks is born wid a cloud over dey faces. Dey can see things dat us

can't. I reckon dey sees de sperrits. I know' bout dem Kloo Kluxes. I

had to go to court one time to testify 'bout' em. One night after us had

moved to Tuscaloosa dey come after my step-daddy. Whilst my ma an' de

res' went an' hid I went to de door. I warnt scared. I says, 'Marster

Will, aint dat you?' He say, 'Sho', it's me. Whar's yo' daddy?' I tol'

'im dat he'd gone to town. Den dey head out for 'im. In de meantime my

ma she had started out, too. She warned him to hide, so dey didn' git

'im.



"Soon after dat de Yankees hel' a trial in Tuscaloosa. Dey carried me. A

man hel' me up an' made me p'int out who it was dat come to our house. I

say, 'Dat's de man, aint it Marster Will?' He couldn' say "No", 'cause

he'd tol' me twas him dat night. Dey put 'em in jail for six months an'

give 'em a big fine.



"Us moved from Tuscaloosa while I was still a young girl an' went to

Pickensville, Alabama. Us stayed dar on de river for awhile an' den

moved to Columbus, Mississippi. I lived dar 'til I was old 'nough to git

out to myse'f.



"Den I come to Aberdeen an' married Sam Baker. Me an' Sam done well. He

made good money an' us bought dis very house I lives in now. Us never

had no chillun, but I was lef' one by a cousin o' mine what died. I

raised her lak she was my own. I sont her to school an' ever'thing. She

lives in Chicago now an' wants me to come live wid her. But shucks! What

would a old woman lak me do in a place lak dat?



"I aint got nothin' lef now 'cept a roof over my head. I wouldn' have

dat 'cept for de President o' de United States. Dey had loaned me some

money to fix up de house to keep it from fallin' down on me. Dey said

I'd have fifteen year to pay it back in. Now course, I knowed I'd be

dead in dat time, so I signed up wid' em.



"Las' year de men dat collec' nearly worrit me to death a-tryin' to git

some money from me. I didn' have none, so dey say dey gwine a-take my

home.



"Now I hear tell o' dat barefoot Nigger down at Columbus callin' de

president an' him bein' so good to 'im. So I 'cided to write an' tell

'im what a plight dis Nigger was in. I didn' say nothin noxious[FN:

obnoxious], but I jus' tol' him plain facts. He writ me right back an'

pretty soon he sont a man down to see me. He say I needn' bother no

more, dat dey won't take my house 'way from me. An' please de Lawd! Dey

aint nobody else been here a-pesterin' me since.



"Dat man tol' me soon as de old age pension went th'ough I'd git thirty

dollars a mont' stid[FN: instead] o' de four I's a-gittin' now. Now

won't dat be gran'? I could live lak de white folks on dat much.



"I'se had 'ligion all my born days. (I never learnt to read de Bible an'

'terpet de Word 'til I was right smart size, but I mus' o' b'lieved in

de Lawd since 'way back.) I'se gwine a-go right 'long an' keep

a-trustin' de good Lawd an' I knows ever'thing gwine a-come out all

right.



"'Twixt de Lawd an' de good white folks I know I's gwine always have

somethin' t'eat. President Roosevelt done 'tended to de roof over my

head."





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