Slave Narrative of Bob Benford

Interviewer: Mrs. Bernice Bowden
Person Interviewed: Bob Benford
Age: 79
Location: 209 N. Maple Street, Pine Bluff, Arkansas

“Slavery-time folks? Here’s one of em. Near as I can get at it, I’se seventy-nine. I was born in Alabama. My white folks said I come from Perry County, Alabama, but I come here to this Arkansas country when I was small.

“My old master was Jim Ad Benford. He was good to us. I’m goin’ to tell you we was better off then than now. Yes ma’am, they treated us right. We didn’t have to worry bout payin’ the doctor and had plenty to eat.

“I recollect the shoemaker come and measured my feet and directly he’d bring me old red russet shoes. I thought they was the prettiest things I ever saw in my life.

“Old mistress would say, ‘Come on here, you little niggers’ and she’d sprinkle sugar on the meat block and we’d just lick sugar.

“I remember the soldiers good, had on blue suits with brass buttons.

“I’se big enough to ride old master’s hoss to water. He’d say, ‘Now, Bob, don’t you run that hoss’ but when I got out of sight, I was bound to run that hoss a little.

“I didn’t have to work, just stayed in the house with my mammy. She was a seamstress. I’m tellin’ you the truth now. I can tell it at night as well as daytime.

“We lived in Union County. Old master had a lot of hands. Old mistress’ name was Miss Sallie Benford. She just as good as she could be. She’d come out to the quarters to see how we was gettin’ along. I’d be so glad when Christmas come. We’d have hog killin’ and I’d get the bladders and blow em up to make noise—you know. Yes, lady, we’d have a time.

“I recollect when Marse Jim broke up and went to Texas. Stayed there bout a year and come back. [HW: migration?]

“When the war was over I recollect they said we was free but I didn’t know what that meant. I was always free.

“After freedom mammy stayed there on the place and worked on the shares. I don’t know nothin’ bout my father. They said he was a white man.

“I remember I was out in the field with mammy and had a old mule. I punched him with a stick and he come back with them hoofs and kicked me right in the jaw—knocked me dead. Lord, lady, I had to eat mush till I don’t like mush today. That was old Mose—he was a saddle mule.

“Me? I ain’t been to school a day in my life. If I had a chance to go I didn’t know it. I had to help mammy work. I recollect one time when she was sick I got into a fight and she cried and said, ‘That’s the way you does my child’ and I know she died next week.

“After that I worked here and there. I remember the first run I worked for was Kinch McKinney of El Dorado.

“I remember when I was just learnin’ to plow, old mule knew five hundred times more than I did. He was graduated and he learnt me.

“I made fifty-seven crops in my lifetime. Me and Hance Chapman—he was my witness when I married—we made four bales that year. That was in 1879. His father got two bales and Hance and me got two. I made money every year. Yes ma’am, I have made some money in my day. When I moved from Louisiana to Arkansas I sold one hundred eighty acres of land and three hundred head of hogs. I come up here cause my chillun was here and my wife wanted to come here. You know how people will stroll when they get grown. Lost everything I had. Bought a little farm here and they wouldn’t let me raise but two acres of cotton the last year I farmed and I couldn’t make my payments with that. Made me plow up some of the prettiest cotton I ever saw and I never got a cent for it.

“Lady, nobody don’t know how old people is treated nowdays. But I’m livin’ and I thank the Lord. I’m so glad the Lord sent you here, lady. I been once a man and twice a child. You know when you’re tellin’ the truth, you can tell it all the time.

“Klu Klux? The Lord have mercy! In ’74 and ’75 saw em but never was bothered by a white man in my life. Never been arrested and never had a lawsuit in my life. I can go down here and talk to these officers any time.

“Yes ma’am, I used to vote. Never had no trouble. I don’t know what ticket I voted. We just voted for the man we wanted. Used to have colored men on the grand jury—half and half—and then got down to one and then knocked em all out.

“I never done no public work in my life but when you said farmin’ you hit me then.

“Nother thing I never done. I bought two counterpins once in my life on the stallments and ain’t never bought nothin’ since that way. Yes ma’am, I got a bait of that stallment buying. That’s been forty years ago.

“I know one time when I was livin’ in Louisiana, we had a teacher named Arvin Nichols. He taught there seventeen years and one time he passed some white ladies and tipped his hat and went on and fore sundown they had him arrested. Some of the white men who knew him went to court and said what had he done, and they cleared him right away. That was in the ’80′s in Marion, Louisiana, in Union Parish.”



MLA Source Citation:

Federal Writers' Project. WPA Slave Narratives. Web. 2007. AccessGenealogy.com. Web. 28 August 2014. http://www.accessgenealogy.com/black-genealogy/slave-narrative-of-bob-benford.htm - Last updated on May 6th, 2012


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