Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves, Volume XI, North Carolina Narratives, Part 2

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</SPAN></span></p> <div class='left'> <table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="tannerspikes"> <tr><td align='left'>N.C. District:</td><td align='left'>No. 2</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>Worker:</td><td align='left'>Mary Hicks</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>No. Words:</td><td align='left'>432</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>Subject:</td><td align='left'>A SLAVERY FAMILY</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>Reference:</td><td align='left'>Tanner Spikes</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>Editor:</td><td align='left'>George L. Andrews</td></tr> </table></div> <p>[TR: Date stamp: AUG 4 1937]<br/></p> <hr style="width: 25%;" /> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>A SLAVERY FAMILY</h2> <h4>An interview with Tanner Spikes, 77 years of age, of 43 Bragg Street, Raleigh, North Carolina. </h4> <p>"My mammy had fifteen chilluns which wus all borned on Doctor Fab Haywood's plantation here in Wake County. My mammy 'longed ter him, but my daddy 'longed ter a Mr. Wiggins in Pasquotank County. I think that Dr. Haywood bought him just 'fore de war. Anyhow, we took de name of Wiggins.</p> <p>"Mammy's name wus Lucinda an' pappy's name wus Osburn. I doan 'member seein' many Yankees on Dr. Haywood's place. I doan reckon many comed dar. Anyhow, we had a gyard.</p> <p>"I 'members a corn shuckin' what happened 'fore de war wus over, an' what a time dem niggers did have. Dey kisses when dey fin' a red year an' atter dat dey pops some popcorn an' dey dances ter de music of de banjo which Uncle Jed am a-playin'. Dey dances all night de best I can 'member.</p> <p>"I seed a few Yankees, but dey wus just lookin' fer something ter eat. We ain't knowed nothin' 'bout freedom, but de Yankees tol' us dat we ort ter be free, dey also said dat we ort ter have meat an' stuff in de smokehouse. My mammy sez dat dey ain't got good sense an' she tells marse what dey said.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</SPAN></span></p> <p>"De Yankees has done tuck all de rations so dar ain't nothin' lef' fer de niggers ter take but mammy tells Marse Haywood what dey sez anyhow. Marse Haywood sez dat iffen he ketch any niggers in his smokehouse dat he'll skin 'em alive. He also sez dat we ain't free an' dat we ain't never gwine ter be free.</p> <p>"De nex' year, atter de war, wus a hard year. We ain't had nothin' ter eat but hardtack an' 'lasses an' sometimes not half enough of dat. My pappy still farmed fer Marse Haywood, but hit ain't as good as it is in slavery days.</p> <p>"Seberal years atter dat, while we wus livin' on Davie Street, I met Frank Spikes an' I married him. I can't tell yo' much 'bout our love-makin' case hit warn't much, but he always called me 'honey gal' an' he axed me ter marry him in de kitchen while I was washin' dishes. He jist puts his arms 'round me an' he sez, 'I wants ter marry yo', honey gal.'</p> <p>"Well we gits married by de Baptist preacher in Raleigh fifty odd years ago an' we lives tergether till dis past March, when he dies.</p> <p>"Other boys comed ter see me but I ain't loved none of dem but Frank. He ain't never whupped me but onct an' dat wus fer sassin' him, an' I reckin dat I needed dat.</p> <p>"We had five chilluns an' I'se stayin' wid my daughter since he died, but I misses him, yes mam, I misses him purty awful."</p> <p>EH</p> <hr style="width: 95%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />