James Baker Interviewed By Mary D Hudgins





Interviewer: Mary D. Hudgins.

Person Interviewed: James Baker Aged: 81

Home: With daughter who owns home at 941 Wade St.





The outskirts of eastern Hot Springs resemble a vast

checkerboard--patterned in Black and White. Within two blocks of a house

made of log-faced siding--painted a spotless white and provided with

blue shutters will be a shack which appears to have been made from the

discard of a dozen generations of houses.



Some of the yards are thick with rusting cans, old tires and

miscelaneous rubbish. Some of them are so gutted by gully wash that any

attempt at beautification would be worse than useless. Some are

swept--farm fashion--free from surface dust and twigs. Some

attempt--others achieve grass and flowers. Vegetable gardens are far

less frequent then they should be, considering space left bare.



The interviewer frankly lost her way several times. One improper

direction took her fully half a mile beyond her destination. From a

hilltop she could look down on less elevated hills and into narrow

valleys. The impression was that of a cheaply painted back-drop designed

for a "stock" presentation of "Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch."



Moving along streets, alleys and paths backward "toward town" the

interviewer reached another hill. Almost a quarter of a mile away she

spied an old colored man sunning himself on the front porch of a well

kept cottage. Somthing about his white hair and erectly-slumped bearing

screamed "Ex-slave" even at that distance. A negro youth was passing.



"I beg your pardon, can you tell me where to find Wade Street and James

Baker?" "Ya--ya--ya--s ma'am. Dat--dat--dat's de house over

da--da--da--da--r. He--he--he lives at his daughter's" "Could that be he

on the porch?" "Ya--ya--yas ma'am. Dat--dat--dat's right."



"Yes, ma'am I'm James Baker. Yes ma'am I remembers about the war. You

want to talk to me about it. Let me get you a chair. You'd rather sit

right there on the step? All right ma'am.



I was born in Hot Spring county, below Melvern it was. I was borned on

the farm of a man named Hammonds. But I was pretty little when he sold

me to some folks named Fenton. Wasn't with them so very long. You know

how it goes--back in them days. When a girl or a boy would marry, why

they'd givem them as many black folks as they could spare. I was give to

one of the daughters when she married. She was Mrs. Samuel Gentry.



I wasn't so very big before the war. So I didn't have to work in the

fields. Just sort of played around. Can't remember very much about what

happened then. We never did see no fighting about. They was men what

passed through. They was soldiers. They come backwards and forewards. I

was about as big as that boy you see there"--pointing to a lad about 8

years old--"some of them they was dressed in blue--sort of blue. We was

told that they was Federals. Then some of them was in grey--them was the

Southerners.



No, we wasn't scared of them--either of them. They didn't never bother

none of us. Didn't have anything to be scared of not at all. It wasn't

really Malvern we was at--that was sort of before Malvern come to be.



Malvern didn't grow up until after the railroad come through. The town

was across the river, sort of this side. It was called Rockport.

Ma'am--you know about Rockport"--a delighted chuckle. "Yes, ma'am, don't

many folks now-a-days know about Rockport. Yes ma'am the river is pretty

shoaly right there. Pretty shoaly. Yes ma'am there was lots of doings

around Rockport. Yes ma'am. Dat's right. Before Garland county was made,

Rockport was the capitol O--I mean de county seat of Hot Spring County.

Hot Springs was in that county at that time. There was big doings in

town when they held court. Real big doings.



No, ma'am I didn't do nothing much when the war was over. No, I didn't

go to be with my daddy. I moved over to live with a man I called Uncle

Billy--Uncle Billy Bryant he was. He had all his family with him. I

stayed with him and did what he told me to--'til I grew up. He was

always good to me--treated me like his own children.



Uncle Billy lived at Rockport. I liked living with him. I remember the

court house burned down--or blowed down--seems like to me it burned

down. Uncle Billy got the job of cleaning bricks. I helped him. That was

when they moved over to Malvern--the court house I mean. No--no they

didn't. Not then, that was later--they didn't build the railroad until

later. They built it back--sort of simple like--built it down by Judge

Kieth's.



No ma'am. I don't remember nothing about when they built the railroad.

You see we lived across the river--and I guess--well I just didn't know

nothing about it. But Rockport wasn't no good after the railroad come

in. They moved the court house and most of the folks moved away. There

wasn't nothing much left.



I started farming around there some. I moved about quite a bit. I lived

down sort of by Benton too for quite a spell. I worked around at most

any kind of farming.



'Course most of the time we was working at cotton and corn. I's spent

most of my life farming. I like it. Moved around pretty considerable.

Sometimes I hired out--sometimes I share cropped--sometimes I worked

thirds and fourths. What does I mean by hired out--I means worked for

wages. Which way did I like best--I'll take share-cropping. I sort of

like share-cropping.



I been in Hot Springs for 7 years. Come to be with my daughter." (An

interruption by a small negro girl--neatly dressed and bright-eyed. Not

content with watching from the sidelines she had edged closer and

squatted comfortably within a couple of feet of the interviewer. A wide,

pearly grin, a wee pointing forefinger and, "Granddaddy, that lady's got

a tablet just like Aunt Ellen. See, Granddaddy.") "You mustm't bother

the lady. Didn't your mother tell you not to stop folks when they is

talking."--the voice was kindly and there was paternal pride in it. A

nickle--tendered the youngster by the interviewer--and guaranteed to

produce a similar tablet won a smile and childish silence.



"Yes, ma'am, I lives with my daughter--her name is Lulu Mitchell. She

owns her house--yes ma'am it helps. But it's sure hard to get along.

Seems like it's lots harder now than it used to be when I was gitting

started. Lulu works--she irons. Another daughter lives right over there.

Her name's Ellen. She works too--at what she can get to do. She owns her

house too.



Three of my daughters is living. Been married twice--I has. Didn't stay

with the last one long. Yes ma'am I been coming backwards and forewards

to Hot Springs all my life--you might say. 'Twasn't far over and I kept

a'coming back. Been living all around here. It's pretty nice being with

my daughter. She's good to me. I loves my granddaughter. We has a pretty

hard time--Harder dan what I had when I was young--but then it do seem

like it's harder to earn money dan what it was when I was young."





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