SLAVE NARRATIVES - Library of Congress

Emma Sanderson Hudgins 121
Only the fact thst she could hear someone inside
moving about kept the interviewer hammering on the door*
Finally she was rewarded by a voice* "Is th--1 somebody a f
knoekin* ? n In a moment the door opened. The question,
"Were you a slave" no matter now delicately put is a
difficult one to ask, b^t llrs. Sanderson Wc s helpful, if
doubtful thet her story would dommuch good* n I was just so
li tie when it all happened* n But the interviewer was
invited in and placed in a chair near the fire*
"No ma'am* Ee ain't my grandson I's the third
grandmother* No son, you ain f t three you r s five* Don ? t
you remember "what I told you ? Yes, he stays with me,
ma f am. I take care of him while the rest of r em works*
It r s hard for me to remember* I vtas .just so
little* Yes,ma'am, I was born a slave but I was so little.
Seems to me like I remember a big, big house* We was sort
of out in the country out from remphis* I know ther was
ny father and my mother and my uncles and my aunts* I know
there war th- t many* Eow many more of us old man Doc Walker
had 1 just don't know* They must have took good care of
us tho* My mother war; a house nig;;ah*
When the war was ready to quit they gave us our
pick* we could stay on and work for wages or we could go*