Candis Goodwin





Ah ain't knowd, 'xactly, how ol' ah is, but ah bawn 'fo' de war. Bawn

ovuh yonder at Seaview, on ol' Masser Scott's plantation. Tain't fur

f'om here. Yes, reckon ah 'bout six yeah ol' when de Yankees come, jes'

a lil' thin', you know.



My white people dey good tuh me. Cose dey gits mad wid you but dey don'

beat non o' us; jes' ack lak it. Why, ah was jes lak dey's chullun; ah

played wid 'em, et wid 'em an' eb'n slep' wid 'em. Ah kinder chillish,

ah reckon. Had muh own way. Muh mommer, she wuck in de quater kitchen.

She ain' ha' tuh wuck hawd lak some. Had it kinder easy, too. Jes' lak

ah tells yuh ah al'ys had my way. Ah gits whut ah wants an' ef'n dey

don't gi' tuh me, ah jes' teks it.



No neber had no wuck to do in dem days 'ceptin' nursin' de babies. 'Twas

jes' lak play; twan no wuck. Uster go ober to Nottingham's tuh play, go

long wid Missus chillun, yuh know. Ah laks tuh go ober there cause dey

has good jam an' biscuits. Ef'n dey don gi' me none, ah jes' teks some.

Dey don do nuttin'; jes' say, "Tek yuh han' out dat plate". But ah got

whut ah wants den. Why we chillun user hab a time 'round ol' Missus'

place. All us chillun uster git togeder an' go in de woods tuh play.

Yes, de white and black uns, too. De grea' big whi' boys uster go 'long

wid us, too. Know how we play? We tek de brown pine shadows an' mek

houses outer 'em an' den mek grass outer de green uns. Den we go ober

Missus' dairy and steal inything we want an' tek it to our houses in de

woods. Dem was good ol' times, ah tel yuh, honey.



Tel yuh, whut ah uster do. Ah uster play pranks on ol' Masser Scott.

Ah's regular lil' devil, ah was. Come night, ev'y body sit 'round big

fire place in living room. Soon it git kinder late, Massa git up outer

his cheer tuh win' up, de clock. Ah gits hin' his cheer ret easy, an'

quick sneak his cheer f'om un'er him; an' when he finish he set smack on

de flow! Den he say "Dogone yuh lil' cattin', ah gwan switch yuh!" Ah

jes' fly out de room. Wont sceered though cause ah knows Massa won' gon

do nottin' 'tuh me.



What ah know 'bout whippin'. Well ah ain' had uh whippin' in my life.

But ah hear tel o' how dey whips um though. Yuh know dey uster tek dat

cowhide an' cut 'em till dey backs beeds. Some jes' lak see de blood run

down. Better not cry neider. Mek yuh holler, "Oh pray! oh pray!"

Couldn't say nottin' else. But Massa Scott neber had none dat kinder

stuff on his place. He say tain't right. Didn't 'low no paddyrollers

'round eider. Say dey "trechous". Massa Nottin'ham neber had 'em on his

place neider. He didn' neber strike one o' his niggers; nobody else

better not neider.



Honey, ah teh yuh ah growd jes' as good's any chil' in dis country. Ol'

Missus Scott gimme good clothes; cose ah didn't git 'em mone twice a

yeah, but dey's good when ah gits 'em. She gimmie Sis' dresses. Sis'

one ob Missus' little girls. An' de whi' chillun dey learn me how

tuh read, too. Cose de whi' folks din wan' yuh to learn. Ah 'member

jes' as clare as yestidy how one dem chillun learn me how tuh read

"compress-i-bility". Thought ah was suppin' den! Ah kin read Bible lil

now but ah can' write; neber learn tuh write.



Did ah eber go tuh church? Cose ah did! Went ret 'long wid Missus'

chillun. Had tuh set in de back, but dat won' nottin'. My mommer, she

went tuh church too. Sometime de ol' folk uster git togedder in de

quater-kitchen tuh shout an' pray. Dats where my mommer git 'ligion. She

kinder tender 'oman; couldn' stan' dat preachin' no longer.



What 'bout muh pappy? Dat's suppin' ah ain' tol' yuh 'bout. Well, yuh

know Uncle Stephen, he kinder overseer fo' some widow 'omans. He Mommer

husband. He come see muh mommer any time he gits ready. But ah fin' out

he ain' muh pappy. Ah knowd dat since when ah's a lil' thin'. Ah uster

go ovur tuh massa William's plantation. Dey tell me all 'bout. De folks

ober dere dey uster say tuh me, "Who's yuh pappy? Who's yuh pappy?" Ah

jes' say "Tuckey buzzard lay me an' de sun hatch me" an' den gwan 'bout

my business. Cose all de time dey knows an' ah knows too dat Massa

Williams was muh pappy. Ah tell yuh suppin' else. Got uh brother libin'

ret on dis here street; one den toof doctors, yuh know, what pulls yer

teef. Cose he's white. But tain't knowed 'roun' here. 'Twould ruin him.

He's a nice man though. Uster go tuh see muh son an' his wife, lots uh

times. Yes dey's good frien's.



Yes, dey had overseers. Sometime dey call dem stewards. Had colored uns

too. Massa Scott had white overseers, good man though; but Massa

Nottin'ham, he had big black boss on his place. [HW illegible over

struck out: cain'] 'member his name. He ain' had to git no p'mission tuh

come tuh our place. He jes' come an' goes when he gits ready.



Kin ah 'member de war? Yes, indeed! 'Member jes' lak 'twas yestidy. Well

dey had a stow down de conner f'om Massa's plantation, an' dey al'ys

sen' me tuh stow fo' tuh buy things. Uster go down dere, an' dem Yankees

be sittin' all 'long de road wid dey blue coats; ret pretty site; 'twas.

But ah's sceard tuh deaf, when ah gits neah 'em. Ah gits what ah wants

f'om de stow, an' flys pass 'em. Dem Yankees show had dey way. Dey went

in all de white folks house; tek dey silver, an' inything dey big 'nough

carry out. Jes' ruin Missus furniture; get up on de table an' jes' cut

capper. Nasty things! Den de Yankees goes 'round at night, tek anybody

dey wants tuh help 'em fight. Twas dey "Civil right". Got my Jake, cose

ah neber knowd him den. He twelve yeah oller ah is.



Lemmie tell yuh 'bout muh Jake, how he did in de war. He big man

in dey war. He drill soldiers ev'y day. Firs' he be in one dem

companies--Company "C" ah bliebe. Den he wucked up to be sergent-Major,

in de Tenth Regiment. Jacob [HW illegible over struck out: Godium] his

name was. He say all look up tuh him an' 'spect him too. See dat "Sowd"

ov'in dat coner? Dat's de ve'y sowd he used in de war, an' ah kep' it

all dese yeahs. No de soldiers neber did no fighting 'round here's ah

know of. But plenty ob 'em camped here.



My Jake, he hansome man, he was. 'Member, how we firs' got togeder. We

all was tuh church one Sunday, an' Jake he kep' cidin' up to me. An' ah

lookin' at him outer de coner muh eye, till finally he come up an' took

holt muh han's. 'Twas af't de war ah had growd up. Ah was in muh early

teens den. Dey say ah's de purtiet girl on de Shore. An' when Jake an'

me got married, ev'ybody said, "You show maks a purty couple."



De ol' Scott chillun what ah growd up wid? No, mone dem lef' now. Dey

las' girl died heah las' yeah an' hur daughter come way down here f'om

up in Maryland tuh tell "An' Candis" 'bout it. Wouldn' tell me sceard

'twould 'cite me. But ah hea'd hur tellin' my chil dere all 'bout it.

Ol' Massa Scott's chillun, some dem, dey still comes tuh see me. Slip me

some money now'n den, an' suppin' t'eat, too. Dey's all moughty nice

folks, dem Scotts is.





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