STORY OF ISABELL HENDERSON, NEGRO

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1121 Rankin St.,

Wilmington, N. C.

I'll be 84 years old come August 9. My gran'-daughter can tell you what

year it was I was born I don' 'member but we has it down in the Bible.

I lived near the "Clock Church" (Jewish Synagogue)[8], 4th and Market.

We had a big place there. My gran'mother did the cookin'. My mother did

the sewin'. I was jus five years old when the men went away. I guess to

the war, I don' know. Some men came by and conscip' dem. I don' know

where they went but I guess dey went to war. I was such a little girl I

don't 'member much. But I does know my Missus was good to me. I used to

play with her little boy. I was jes' one of the family. I played with

the little boy around the house' cause I was never 'lowed to run the

streets. They was good to me. They kept me in clothes, pretty clothes,

and good things to eat. Yes'm we was slaves but we had good times.

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