Martha Ann Dixon

Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson

Person interviewed: Martha Ann Dixon (mulatto)

DeValls Bluff, Arkansas

Age: 81

"I am eighty-one years old. I was born close to Saratoga, North

Carolina. My mother died before I can recollect and my grandmother

raised me. They said my father was a white man. They said Jim Beckton. I

don't recollect him. My mother was named Mariah Tyson.

"I recollect how things was. My grandmother was Miss Nancy Tyson's cook.

She had one son named Mr. Seth Tyson. He run her farm. They et in the

dining room, we et in the kitchen. Clothes and something to eat was

scarce. I worked at whatever I was told to do. Grandma told me things to

do and Miss Nancy told me what to do. I went to the field when I was

pretty little. Once my uncle left the mule standing out in the field and

went off to do something else. It come up a hard shower. I crawled under

the mule. If I had been still it would been all right but my hair stood

up and tickled the mule's stomach. The mule jumped and the plough hit me

in my hip here at the side. It is a wonder I didn't get killed.

"After the Civil War was times like now. Money scarce and prices high,

and you had to start all over new. Pigs was hard to start, mules and

horses was mighty scarce. Seed was scarce. Everything had to be started

from the stump. Something to eat was mighty plain and scarce and one or

two dresses a year had to do. Folks didn't study about going so much.

"I had to rake up leaves and fetch em to the barn to make beds for the

little pigs in cold weather. The rake was made out of wood. It had

hickory wood teeth and about a foot long. It was heavy. I put my leaves

in a basket bout so high [three or four feet high]. I couldn't tote

it--I drug it. I had to get leaves in to do a long time and wait till

the snow got off before I could get more. It seem like it snowed a lot.

The pigs rooted the leaves all about in day and back up in the corners

at night. It was ditched all around. It didn't get very muddy. Rattle

snakes was bad in the mountains. I used to tote water--one bucketful on

my head and one bucketful in each hand. We used wooden buckets. It was

lot of fun to hunt guinea nests and turkey nests. When other little

children come visiting that is what we would do. We didn't set around

and listen at the grown folks. We toted up rocks and then they made rock

rows [terraces] and rock fences about the yard and garden. They looked

so pretty. Some of them would be white, some gray, sometimes it would be

mixed. They walled wells with rocks too. All we done or knowed was work.

When we got tired there was places to set and rest. The men made plough

stocks and hoe handles and worked at the blacksmith shop in snowy

weather. I used to pick up literd [HW: lightwood] knots and pile them in

piles along the road so they could take them to the house to burn. They

made a good light and kindling wood.

"They didn't whoop Grandma but she whooped me a plenty.

"After the war some white folks would tell Grandma one thing and some

others tell her something else. She kept me and cooked right on. I

didn't know what freedom was. Seemed like most of them I knowed didn't

know what to do. Most of the slaves left the white folks where I was

raised. It took a long time to ever get fixed. Some of them died, some

went to the cities, some up North, some come to new country. I married

and come to Fredonia, Arkansas in 1889. I had been married since I was a

young girl. But as I was saying the slaves was still hunting a better

place and more freedom. The young folks is still hunting a better place

and more freedom. Grandma learnt me to set down and be content. We have

done better out here than we could done in North Carolina but I don't

believe in so much rambling.

"We come on the passenger train and paid our own way to Arkansas. It was

a wild and sickly country and has changed. Not like living in the same

country. I try to live like the white folks and Grandma raised me. I do

like they done. I think is the reason we have saved and have good a

living as we got. We do on as little as we can and save a little for the

rainy day."

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