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Slave Narrative of Alice Biggs

Interviewer: Miss Irene Robertson
Person Interviewed: Alice Biggs
Age: “Bout 70″
Location: Holly Grove, Arkansas

“My mother come from Kentucky and my father from Virginia. That where they born and I born close to Byhalia, Mississippi. My father was Louis Anthony and mama name Charlotte Anthony.

“Grandma and her children was sold in a lump. They wasn’t separated. Grandpa was a waiter on the Confederate side. He never come back. He died in Pennsylvania; another man come back reported that. He was a colored waitin’ man too. Grandma been dead 49 years now.

“Mama was a wash woman and a cook. They liked her. I don’t remember my father; he went off with Anthony. They lived close to Nashville, Tennessee. He never come back. Mama lived at Nashville a while. The master they had at the closin’ of the war was good to grandma and mama. It was Barnie Hardy and Old Kiss, all I ever heard her called. They stayed on a while. They liked us. He’d run us off if he’d had any bother.

“The Ku Klux never come bout Barnie Hardy’s place. He told em at town not to bother his place.

“I never wanted to vote. I don’t know how. I am too old to try tricks new as that now.

“Honey, I been working in the field all my life. I’m what you call a country nigger. I is a widow—just me an my son in family. Our home is fair. We got two hundred acres of land, one cow and five hogs—pigs and all.

“The present conditions is kind of strange. With us it is just up-and-down-hill times. I ain’t had no dealins with the young generation. Course my son would tell you about em, but I can’t. He goes out a heap more an I do.

“I don’t get no pension. I never signed up. I gets long best I can.”

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