Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves, Volume XI, North Carolina Narratives, Part 2

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</SPAN></span></p> <div class='left'> <table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="emelinemoore"> <tr><td align='left'>N.C. District:</td><td align='left'> II</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>Worker:</td><td align='left'>Mrs. W.N. Harriss</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>No. Words:</td><td align='left'>396</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>Subject:</td><td align='left'>Emeline Moore, Ex-slave.</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>Interviewed:<br/>&nbsp;</td><td align='left'>Emeline Moore,<br/>707 Hanover Street, Wilmington, N.C.</td></tr> <tr><td align='left'>Edited:</td><td align='left'>Mrs. W.N. Harriss</td></tr> </table></div> <hr style="width: 25%;" /> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</SPAN></span></p> <h2><SPAN name="EMELINE_MOORE_EX-SLAVE" id="EMELINE_MOORE_EX-SLAVE"></SPAN>EMELINE MOORE, EX-SLAVE</h2> <h4>707 Hanover Street, Wilmington, N.C.</h4> <p>"I don' exac'ly know how ole I is, but dey say I mus' be eighty. No mam, I ain' got nothin' in no fam'ly Bible. Where'd I git a fam'ly Bible? My mammy (with a chuckle) had too many chillun to look after to be puttin' 'em down in no Bible, she did'n have time, an' she did'n have no learnin' nohow. But I reckon I is eighty because I 'members so much I's jes' about forgotten it all.</p> <p>"My folks belonged to Colonel Taylor. He an' Mis' Kitty lived in that big place on Market Street where the soldiers lives now, (The W.L.I. Armory) but we was on the plantation across the river mos' of the time.</p> <p>"Of co'se I was born in slavery, but I don' remember nothin' much excep' feedin' chickens. An' up on Market Street Mis' Kitty had chickens an' things, an' a cow. The house had more lan' around it than it got now. I do remember when they thought eve'ybody 'roun' here was goin' to die an' I got skeered. No'm t'want no war it was the yaller fever. We was kept on the plantation but we knowed folks jes died an' died an' died. We thought t'would'nt be nobody left. I don't remember nothin' about Lincoln travelin' aroun'. I always heard he was President of the Lunited States, an' lived in Washington, an' gave us freedom, an' got shot. Of co'se I knows all about Booker Washington, a lot of our folks went to his school, an' he been here<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</SPAN></span> in Wilmington. I'd know a lot about slave times only I was so little. I have heard my mammy say she had a heap easier time in slavery than after she was turn' loose with a pa'cel of chilluns to feed. I married as soon as I could an' that's how I got this house. But I can't work, an' I disremembers so much. The Welfare gives me regerlar pay, an' now an' then my friends give me a nickel or a dime.</p> <p>"I lives alone now, until I can git a decent 'ooman to live with me. I tells you Missus these womens an' young girls today are sumpin else. After you had 'em aroun' awhile you wish you never knowed 'em.</p> <p>"Sometimes when I jes sets alone an rocks I wonder if my mammy didn't have it lots easier than I does."</p> <hr style="width: 95%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />