In the 1930's the Federal Writer's Project collected slave narratives. These were oral histories recorded from interivews with ex-slaves. I have several of these from the SE Missouri area and thought I would post some occassionally if there is interest. This is from an interview with Lucy Davis who lived in Cape Girardeau, MO at the time. While it does not mention the year in the narrative, I think this one probably refers to the battle of Belmont, MO with its mention of the guns at Columbus, KY. I have posted it in the vernacular as it was written in 1937.
" In dem ole days we lived down near Hickman, Kentucky. We belonged to Masta' Joe Mott and Missus Mary Mott. Den dey was young Massa' James Andrew an' young Massa' Joe, an' dey wuz Missis Ophelia an' Missie Mary Rebecca.
Dey had a nice big house, white wid big porches an' big locust trees aroun' in de yard. Dey only had us one famly o' slaves but dey wuz a good many er us.
My Daddy wuz Henry Litener and my mammy wuz Rosanna Litener. My daddy belonged to Woodson Morris. He wuz a cousin of Massa Joe Mott an' lived a few miles away. He wuz allus allowed to visit us over Saturday night an' Sunday. Mammy done da cookin' at de big house an' Massa Joe allus said dey warn't nobody cud cook like Rose -- dat's what he called her.
We lived in a three-room house an' we allus had plenty good eatin'. Puddinear all year round chickens, an' sweet'taters an' possums too.
Caint tell bout no good times in dem days cause dey warn't none. We didn' have no church but Ole Missus Mary usta carry mammy along to her church - ridin' behind on her horse. I guess dey wuz mos'ly right good to us all. The chillern wouldn' never let nobody whup me cause we all played togedder. But Ole Massa usta whup mammy when he'd git mad.
When de war came Ole Massa didden go but he war a reg'lar ole seeshesh! Young James Andrew went off to war an' ole Missus usta grieve for him. We aint never seed no fightin' round our place but we could heer de big guns over at Columbus. When de sojers was round de neighborhood dey'd allus have me playing' round de front gate so I cud tell em when dey's comin' up de road. Den dey goes an' hides 'fore de sojers gits dar. Dey all skeer'd o' de sojers. I's skeerd too but dey say sojers won't bother little black gal. De sojers jes' came in en' rensack de house --dey find sumthin to eat en' dey looks for money. Dey wants money! but dey don' find none. Den dey wants ter know whar's my folks-- but I tells 'em I don't know. Dey jes left en' didden say whar dey wuz goin'.
When de war wuz over Ole Massa Joe came in an' he say. "Rose, you all aint slaves no mo' -- You is all free as I is". Den you should a heard my mammy shout! You never heard sich shoutin' in all yo' bahn days. An' Ole Missus she joined in de shoutin' too. She war glad cause no James Andrew would be comin' home.
Old Missus Delia Reed, dat wuz Old Massa's sister she wuz good bout looking atter us wen we's ailin' but iffen we's sick dey'd git de doctor. Dey wuz jes as dutiful to us as to dere white folks.
Dey usta talk bout hoodoos and castin' spell en' sech like but I guess dey warn't much to it er dey'd a cast spells on some a' de mean Massa's when dey beat um up. Still iffen dey had, mebby dey'd a beat um up worser or mebby killed em."
These narratives are a very interesting look at some voices that are often overlooked in a part of the war that is also put on the back burner. Hope you all enjoy it.
Michael, good stuff. I'm going to put it in the Civil War History forum so it doesn't get lost in the Sinks. Thanks again - Mike Chapman
" In dem ole days we lived down near Hickman, Kentucky. We belonged to Masta' Joe Mott and Missus Mary Mott. Den dey was young Massa' James Andrew an' young Massa' Joe, an' dey wuz Missis Ophelia an' Missie Mary Rebecca.
Dey had a nice big house, white wid big porches an' big locust trees aroun' in de yard. Dey only had us one famly o' slaves but dey wuz a good many er us.
My Daddy wuz Henry Litener and my mammy wuz Rosanna Litener. My daddy belonged to Woodson Morris. He wuz a cousin of Massa Joe Mott an' lived a few miles away. He wuz allus allowed to visit us over Saturday night an' Sunday. Mammy done da cookin' at de big house an' Massa Joe allus said dey warn't nobody cud cook like Rose -- dat's what he called her.
We lived in a three-room house an' we allus had plenty good eatin'. Puddinear all year round chickens, an' sweet'taters an' possums too.
Caint tell bout no good times in dem days cause dey warn't none. We didn' have no church but Ole Missus Mary usta carry mammy along to her church - ridin' behind on her horse. I guess dey wuz mos'ly right good to us all. The chillern wouldn' never let nobody whup me cause we all played togedder. But Ole Massa usta whup mammy when he'd git mad.
When de war came Ole Massa didden go but he war a reg'lar ole seeshesh! Young James Andrew went off to war an' ole Missus usta grieve for him. We aint never seed no fightin' round our place but we could heer de big guns over at Columbus. When de sojers was round de neighborhood dey'd allus have me playing' round de front gate so I cud tell em when dey's comin' up de road. Den dey goes an' hides 'fore de sojers gits dar. Dey all skeer'd o' de sojers. I's skeerd too but dey say sojers won't bother little black gal. De sojers jes' came in en' rensack de house --dey find sumthin to eat en' dey looks for money. Dey wants money! but dey don' find none. Den dey wants ter know whar's my folks-- but I tells 'em I don't know. Dey jes left en' didden say whar dey wuz goin'.
When de war wuz over Ole Massa Joe came in an' he say. "Rose, you all aint slaves no mo' -- You is all free as I is". Den you should a heard my mammy shout! You never heard sich shoutin' in all yo' bahn days. An' Ole Missus she joined in de shoutin' too. She war glad cause no James Andrew would be comin' home.
Old Missus Delia Reed, dat wuz Old Massa's sister she wuz good bout looking atter us wen we's ailin' but iffen we's sick dey'd git de doctor. Dey wuz jes as dutiful to us as to dere white folks.
Dey usta talk bout hoodoos and castin' spell en' sech like but I guess dey warn't much to it er dey'd a cast spells on some a' de mean Massa's when dey beat um up. Still iffen dey had, mebby dey'd a beat um up worser or mebby killed em."
These narratives are a very interesting look at some voices that are often overlooked in a part of the war that is also put on the back burner. Hope you all enjoy it.
Michael, good stuff. I'm going to put it in the Civil War History forum so it doesn't get lost in the Sinks. Thanks again - Mike Chapman
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