"Fo' days ago," was the reply.
I walked down the path of pebbles toward the bay. The question would never be answered, but I knew that Mammy Lucy died content.
[Ellen King]
Personal conversation with Aunt Ellen King
Mauvilla, Alabama
—Mary A. Poole, Mobile, Alabama
SATAN DONE GOT DIS JUKING GENERATION
Ellen King lives in a two room cabin nestling back in the woods near Mauvilla, Ala., about twelve miles above Mobile. A little Negro boy led me along a circuitous path to the ex-slave, showing the weight of her 86 years. After talking awhile she became interested and told that she was born at Enterprise, Miss. on the plantation of Mr. and Mrs. Harvey, but could not recall their given names, or the names of their children, of which there were three, two girls and one boy.
They lived in a big white house and the cabins in the slave quarters were built of planks, with streets between and little gardens in front of them. Some planted vegetables and others flowers.
The Harveys were good masters, they had plenty to eat, and good homespun clothes to wear and home-tanned leather shoes. The women gathered leaves, bark, and indigo to dye the cloth to make their dresses of different colors.
The plantation was large and had several slaves. Aunt Ellen, however, could not recall the number of acres or the number of slaves, but knew there was a crowd of them. The Harvey's raised wheat, cotton and corn, and lots of live stock.
Aunt Ellen sat quiet for a few moments and said: