One morning the sun was
so bright; he run down there crying, said his mama was dead. He never
brought me no biscuit. He had just got up. I was five years old. I said
I was glad. Emily was the cook and she come down there and kicked me off
the log and made my nose bleed. I cried and run home. My mother picked
me up in her arms, took me in her lap and asked me about it. I told her
I was glad 'cause she kept that little cowhide and whooped me with it.
They took me to the grave. She wanted to be buried in a pretty grave at
the side of the house off a piece. She was buried there first. There was
a big crowd. I kept running up towards the grave and they would pull me
back by my dress tail. She was buried in a metal coffin. Susan was the
oldest girl. She fainted. They took her to a carriage standing close.
The whole family was buried there. Took back from places they lived to
be buried in that graveyard. That was close to Nuna, Georgia.
"When the old man Jep Davis married again, Miss Sally must have me sleep
in her room on a pallet so I could tend to the baby. The older girls
would pick me and I would tell them what they talked about after they
went to bed.
"When the War come on, the boys and Jep Davis dug a hole in the
henhouse, put the guns in a box and buried them.
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