Kisey Mckimm

Betty Lugabill, Reporter [TR: also reported as Lugabell]

Harold Pugh, Editor

R.S. Drum, Supervisor

Jun 9, 1937

Folklore: Ex-Slaves

Paulding Co., District 10


Ex-Slave, 83 years

Ah was born in Bourbon county, sometime in 1853, in the state of

Kaintucky where they raise fine horses and beautiful women. Me 'n my

Mammy, Liza 'n Joe, all belonged to Marse Jacob Sandusky the richest man

in de county. Pappy, he belonged to de Henry Young's who owned de

plantation next to us.

Marse Jacob was good to his slaves, but his son, Clay was mean. Ah

remembah once when he took mah Mammy out and whipped her cauz she forgot

to put cake in his basket, when he went huntin'. But dat was de las'

time, cauz de master heard of it and cussed him lak God has come down

from Hebbin.

Besides doin' all de cookin' 'n she was de best in de county, mah Mammy

had to help do de chores and milk fifteen cows. De shacks of all de

slaves was set at de edge of a wood, an' Lawse, honey, us chillun used

to had to go out 'n gatha' all de twigs 'n brush 'n sweep it jes' lak a


Den de Massa used to go to de court house in Paris 'n buy sheep an'

hogs. Den we use to help drive dem home. In de evenin' our Mammy took de

old cloes of Mistress Mary 'n made cloes fo' us to wear. Pappy, he come

ovah to see us every Sunday, through de summer, but in de winter, we

would only see him maybe once a month.

De great day on de plantation, was Christmas when we all got a little

present from de Master. De men slaves would cut a whole pile of wood fo'

de fiah place 'n pile it on de porch. As long as de whole pile of wood

lasted we didn't hab to work but when it was gone, our Christmas was

ovah. Sometimes on Sunday afternoons, we would go to de Master's honey

room 'n he would gib us sticks of candied honey, an' Lawd chile was dem

good. I et so much once, ah got sick 'nough to die.

Our Master was what white folks call a "miser". I remembah one time, he

hid $3,000, between de floor an' de ceilin', but when he went fur it, de

rats had done chewed it all up into bits. He used to go to de stock

auction, every Monday, 'n he didn't weah no stockings. He had a high

silk hat, but it was tore so bad, dat he held de top n' bottom to-gether

wid a silk neckerchief. One time when ah went wid him to drive de sheep

home, ah heard some of de men wid kid gloves, call him a "hill-billy" 'n

make fun of his clothes. But he said, "Don't look at de clothes, but

look at de man".

One time, dey sent me down de road to fetch somethin' 'n I heerd a bunch

of horses comin', ah jumped ovah de fence 'n hid behind de elderberry

bushes, until dey passed, den ah ran home 'n tol' 'em what ah done seen.

Pretty soon dey come to de house, 125 Union soldiers an' asked fo'

something to eat. We all jumped roun' and fixed dem a dinnah, when dey

finished, dey looked for Master, but he was hid. Dey was gentlemen 'n

didn't botha or take nothin'. When de war was ovah de Master gave Mammy

a house an' 160 acre farm, but when he died, his son Clay tole us to get

out of de place or he'd burn de house an' us up in it, so we lef an'

moved to Paris. After I was married 'n had two children, me an my man

moved north an' I've been heah evah since.

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