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Cecil A. Partee Memoir - University of Illinois Springfield

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'1 A: And then I had a--let's see, I don't remember any more <strong>of</strong> her brothers or<br />

sisters--there was one named Howell who died before I was born--but there were<br />

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ten <strong>of</strong> them. Oh, then there was an Aunt Neppy who taught for a period. She<br />

i lived in Dyersburg, Tennessee. All <strong>of</strong> them, all <strong>of</strong> my mother's sisters<br />

1 learned to play the piano--they actually learned on an organ that they had at<br />

their house. None <strong>of</strong> them had music lessons, they just learned to play and<br />

just handed down to one or other. Later, they all learned to read music but<br />

I they originally didn't.<br />

; Q: Did you learn an instrument at an early age?<br />

A: My mother gave me piano lessons when I was about eight, nine years old. I<br />

showed an abysmal lack <strong>of</strong> talent for it and, ch., within six months or so, that,<br />

was all over. Then a lady had a nephew, for whom she had bought a violin, who<br />

wouldn't practice and the lady brought the violin over to me and said she would<br />

give it to me. So she gave me the violin and I took lessons from the Catholic<br />

sisters there for about a year. When 1 started to learn to play fairly well,<br />

the lady came back and took the violin away and gave it back to her nephew. We<br />

weren't able to purchase another one so that was the end <strong>of</strong> my violin lesaons.<br />

Very interestingly, I went to a man, a white man, there ro take violin lessons<br />

and he refused to give them to me, you see, a black boy, violin lessons. And<br />

that is when I went to the Catholic sisters who gave me the lessons. Catholics,<br />

<strong>of</strong> course, in my hometown, were almost as verboten as blacks, you know,<br />

in those days. Particularly in the South, the other white people weren't<br />

very high on Catholics, but those people were just very wonderful to me aad<br />

gave me the lessons and I enjoyed them.<br />

Q: When you visited in Chicago for the Fair, which relative was it that you<br />

visited there?<br />

A: I stayed with one af my mother's nephews, Aunt Neppy's son, whose name was<br />

Claudius Wills.<br />

Q: What did you think when you arrived in the bus here in Chicago?<br />

A: Well, it was the largest place I had seen-at an age that I could really<br />

appreciate it, because I had been to Chicago before when I was about four or<br />

five. I did remember the house and, when I got to the house, I remembered it.<br />

They had a very lovely home on Champlain Avenue. I enjoyed it, it was a very<br />

fine neighborhood. In that block where he lived, most <strong>of</strong> the people were<br />

pr<strong>of</strong>essionals, teachers and social workers and postal employees. There was a<br />

lawyer across the street who had three children, oh, a couple <strong>of</strong> them right<br />

at my age. They had lovely homes and had recreational areas in the basement<br />

with a pool table and stuff <strong>of</strong> that sort. That was just another kind <strong>of</strong><br />

exposure for me. I had never seen black people live as well as those people<br />

were living. So it was very interesting and enlightening.

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