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<tr><td align='left'>N.C. District:</td><td align='left'>No. 2</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Worker:</td><td align='left'>Mary A. Hicks</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>No Words:</td><td align='left'>435</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Subject:</td><td align='left'>ANN PARKER</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Person Interviewed:</td><td align='left'>Ann Parker</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'>Editor:</td><td align='left'>Daisy Bailey Waitt</td></tr>
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<h2> ANN PARKER<br/> Ex-Slave Story </h2>
<h4>An interview with Ann Parker in the Wake County Home,
Raleigh, North Carolina.
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<p>"I reckon dat I is a hundert an' three or a hundert
an' four years old. I wuz a 'oman grown at de end o'
de war.</p>
<p>"I ain't had no daddy case queens doan marry an'
my mammy, Junny, wuz a queen in Africa. Dey kidnaps her
an' steals her 'way from her throne an' fetches her hyar
ter Wake County in slavery.</p>
<p>"We 'longed ter Mr. Abner Parker who lived near
Raleigh an' he had maybe a hundert slaves an' a whole heap
of lan'. I ain't neber laked him much, case we had ter wuck
hard an' we ain't got much ter eat. He ain't 'lowed us no
fun, but we did have some, spite o' him.</p>
<p>"We uster git by de patterollers an' go ter de neighborin'
plantations whar we'd sing an' talk an' maybe dance.
I know onct do' dat we wuz in a barn on Mr. Liles' place
when de patterollers comed, all dat could git out scated,
but de ones dat got ketched got a whuppin'.</p>
<p>"I got seberal whuppin's fer dis, dat an' tother; but<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</SPAN></span>
I specks dat I needed 'em. Anyhow we wuz raised right,
we warn't 'lowed ter sass nobody an' we ole'uns still
knows dat we is got ter be perlite ter yo' white ladies.</p>
<p>"Daughter, did I tell yo' 'bout my mamny bein' a
queen. Yes, she wuz a queen, an' when she tol' dem niggers
dat she wuz dey bowed down ter her. She tol' dem not ter
tell hit an' dey doan tell, but when dey is out of sight
of de white folkses dey bows down ter her an' does what
she says.</p>
<p>"A few days 'fore de surrender mammy, who am also
a witch, says ter dem dat she sees hit in de coffee grounds
dat dey am gwine ter be free so all o' us packs up an' gits
out.</p>
<p>"We got along pretty good atter de war, an' on till
lately. Atter I gits too ole ter wuck I sets on de post-office
steps an' begs. I got a good pile o' money too,
but somebody done stole hit an' now I'se hyer in de County
Home.</p>
<p>"I fell an' broke my arm sometime ago, case my right
side am daid an' I tries ter crawl offen de bed. When I
gits back from de hospital dey ties me in dis cheer ter
keep me from fallin' out, but I want ter git a loose. De
nigger boy what helps me up an' down ain't raised lak I
wuz, he fusses an' he he ain't got de manners what he ort
ter habe."</p>
<p>L.E.</p>
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