Mr. Robinson lives with his wife; he receives a pension, which he said
was barely enough for them to live on, and hoped it would be increased.
He attends one of the W.P.A. classes, trying to learn to read and write.
They have two children who live in Chicago.
Submitted January 24, 1938
Indianapolis, Indiana
Federal Writers' Project
of the W.P.A.
District #6
Marion County
Anna Pritchett, 1200 Kentucky Avenue, Indianapolis, Indiana
FOLKLORE
MRS. ROSALINE ROGERS--EX-SLAVE--110 YEARS OLD
910 North Capitol Avenue, Indianapolis, Indiana
Mrs. Rogers was born in South Carolina, in 1827, a slave of Dr. Rice
Rogers, "Mas. Rogers," we called him, was the youngest son of a family
of eleven children. He was so very mean.
Mrs. Rogers was sold and taken to Tennessee at the age of eleven for
$900.00 to a man by the name of Carter. Soon after her arrival at the
Carter plantation, she was resold to a man by the name of Belby Moore
with whom she lived until the beginning of the Civil war.
Men and women were herded into a single cabin, no matter how many there
were. She remembers a time when there were twenty slaves in a small
cabin. There were holes between the logs of the cabin, large enough for
dogs and cats to crawl through. The only means of heat, being a wood
fireplace, which, of course, was used for cooking their food.
The slaves' food was corn cakes, side pork, and beans; seldom any sweets
except molasses.
The slaves were given a pair of shoes at Christmas time and if they were
worn out before summer, they were forced to go barefoot.
Her second master would not buy shoes for his slaves. When they had to
plow, their feet would crack and bleed from walking on the hard clods,
and if one complained, they would be whipped; therefore, very few
complaints were made.
The slaves were allowed to go to their master's church, and allowed to
sit in the seven back benches; should those benches be filled, they were
not allowed to sit in any other benches.
The wealthy slave owner never allowed his slaves to pay any attention to
the poor "white folks," as he knew they had been free all their lives
and should be slave owners themselves. The poor whites were hired by
those who didnot believe in slavery, or could not afford slaves.
At the beginning of the Civil war, I had a family of fourteen children.
At the close of the war, I was given my choice of staying on the same
plantation, working on shares, or taking my family away, letting them
out for their food and clothes. I decided to stay on that way; I could
have my children with me. They were not allowed to go to school, they
were taught only to work.
Slave mothers were allowed to stay in bed only two or three days after
childbirth; then were forced to go into the fields to work, as if
nothing had happened.
The saddest moment of my life was when I was sold away from my family. I
often wonder what happened to them, I haven't seen or heard from them
since. I only hope God was as good to them as He has been to me.
"I am 110 years old; my birth is recorded in the slave book. I have good
health, fairly good eyesight, and a good memory, all of which I say is
because of my love for God."