Oklahoma Wrtterw Project
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My husband was Goerge Petite. He tell me his mammy was sold. away from

him when he was a little boy. Re lookei down a long lane after her just as long as he could see her, and. cried after her. He went down to the big road.

and, Bet down by his msjnrny~s barefooted tracks in the sand. and. set there until it got dark, and then he come on back to the quarters.

	I just saw one slave try to get away right in hand. They caught him with bloodhounds and. brung him back in. The hounds had nearly tore him up, and he was sick a long time. I don‘ t remember his naflie, but he wasn‘ t one of the old~ regular negroes.

	In Texas we ha~i a church where we could go. I think it was ~. white church and. they just let the negroes have it when they go t a preacher sometimes. My mammy took me sometimes, and. she lo7ed. to sing them salva..~ tion songs.

	!e used. to carry news from one plantation to the other I reckon,

~eause mammy would tell about things going on some other plantation and

I loaow ~he never been there.

	~hri stmas no rning we always go t some bvown sugar candy or some molasses to pull ‚ and we children was up bright and. early to ge t that ~ lasses pull, I tell FOUi And. in the winter we played skeeting on the ice when the water froze over. No, I don‘t mean skating. That‘s when you got iron skates, and. we didIIt t have them things. We just get a running start a~ jump on the ice anti skeet as far as we could. go, and then run some more.

	I nearly busted my head. open, and. brother Johnson said: “Try it again,0 but after that I was seared. to skee t any more.

	Mammy say we was down in Texas to ge t • away from the War ‚ but I dHII ~ t see any war and. any soldiers. But one day old Master stay after he eat breakfast and. when us negroes come in to eat he say: “After today I aim‘ t