"I'se 83 Y'ars ole en wuz bawn a slave. Mah mammy b'longed ter de 
Bosley's en mah daddy b'longed ter de Scales." 
"W'en Miss Jane Boxley ma'ried Marster Jerry Scales, me en mah 
mammy, br'er en sistah wuz gib ter Miss Jane." 
"Durin' de war mah Missis tuk mah mammy en us chilluns wid her ter 
de mount'ins 'till de war wuz gon'. Did'nt see no soldiers. Don't member 
now nuthin' 'bout dem Klu Klux men en don't member de ole songs er 
'bout slaves votin'." 
"Dunno 'bout de young persons, white er black, dey ez all so wild 
now." 
"W'en we all wuz freed we had nuthin en no place ter go, so dat mah 
mammy lived wid our Missis five y'ars longer." 
"De only story dat I member mah people tole me 'bout wuz on Fedd, a 
slave on de next plantation. He wuz a big man en wuz de strongest man 
neah dat part ob de kuntry. He wouldin' 'low nobody ter whup 'in. De 
Marster framed 'im by tellin' 'im ter bring his saddle hoss en w'en he 
kum wid de hoss several men 'peahrd en tole Fedd dat dey wuz gonna 
whup 'im. He struck one ob de mans so hahd dey had ter hab de doctuh. 
De Marster said let 'im 'lone he's too strong ter be whup'd. I'll hab ter 
shoot 'im. One time Fedd run 'way en de white men whar he stopped 
know'd he wuz a good fighter en made a $250.00 bet dat nobody could 
lick 'im. A nigger fum de iron wuks fought Fedd en Fedd won. De iron 
wuks nigger wuz kilt right dere." 
"'fore Freedum de slaves wuz promused forty acres ob land w'en freed 
but none eber got hit, en I 'year'd ob no one gittin' any money. I dunno 
nuthin' ob de slave 'risin's, ghostus er dreams, but I member mah folks
talkin' 'bout fallin' sta'rs en a comet but I don' member now w'at dey 
said." 
"I'se wuk'd at a lot ob diff'ent jobs since mah freedum. I wuk'd at de 
Maxwell House 15 years as store room porter, en hit wuz de only 
wo'th-while hotel in Nashville at dat time. I wuk'd fuh de City fuh 
menny y'ars en den I wuk'd fuh Foster & Creighton 'till dey wore me 
out. I off'n think ob deze diff'nt men dat I wuk'd fuh but dey ez all de'd. 
De las' job I had wuz buildin' fiers en odd jobs fuh a lady up de street. 
She would gib me food en coal. She ez de'd now." 
"I'se not able ter wuk now en all I has ez a small groc'ey order dat de 
relief gibs me. Dey keep promisin' ter gib me de Old Age Pension en I 
wish dey would hurry hit up." 
 
SUBJECT SLAVE STORIES 
ROBERT FALLS 608 South Broadway Knoxville, Tennessee 
Interviewed by 
Della Yoe, Foreman Federal Writers' Project, First District, WPA 
Room # 215 Old YMCA Building State and Commerce Streets. 
Knoxville, Tennessee 
Robert Falls was born on December 14, 1840, in the rambling 
one-story shack that accomodated the fifteen slaves of his Old Marster, 
[HW: Harry] Beattie Goforth, on a farm in Claiborne County, North 
Carolina. His tall frame is slightly stooped, but he is not subjected to 
the customary infirmities of the aged, other than poor vision and 
hearing. Fairly comfortable, he is spending his declining years in 
contentment, for he is now the first consideration of his daughter, Mrs. 
Lola Reed, with whom he lives at #608 S. Broadway, Knoxville, 
Tennessee. His cushioned rocking chair is the honor seat of the 
household. His apology for not offering it to visitors, is that he is "not 
so fast on his feet as he used to be."
Despite Uncle Robert's protest that his "mind comes and goes", his 
memory is keen, and his sense of humor unimpaired. His reminiscences 
of slave days are enriched by his ability to recreate scenes and incidents 
in few words, and by his powers of mimicry. "If I had my life to live 
over," he declares, "I would die fighting rather than be a slave again. I 
want no man's yoke on my shoulders no more. But in them days, us 
niggers didn't know no better. All we knowed was work, and hard work. 
We was learned to say, 'Yes Sir!' and scrape down and bow, and to do 
just exactly what we was told to do, make no difference if we wanted to 
or not. Old Marster and Old Mistress would say, 'Do this!' and we don' 
it. And they say, 'Come here!' and if we didn't come to them, they come 
to us. And they brought the bunch of switches with them." 
"They didn't half feed us either. They fed the animals better.    
    
		
	
	
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