MEMORIES OF UNCLE JACKSON

"I was born in 1851, in the yard where my owner lived next door to the

City Hall. I remember when they was finishin' up the City Hall. I also

remember the foreman, Mr. James Walker, he was general manager. The

overseen (overseer) was Mr. Keen. I remember all the bricklayers; they

all was colored. The man that plastered the City Hall was named George

Price, he plastered it inside. The men that plastered the City Hall

outside and put those colum's up in the front, their names was Robert

Finey and William Finey, they both was colored. Jim Artis now was a

contractor an' builder. He done a lot of work 'round Wilmin'ton.

"Yes'm, they was slaves, mos' all the fine work 'round Wilmin'ton was

done by slaves. They called 'em artisans. None of 'em could read, but

give 'em any plan an' they could foller it to the las' line."

Interviewer: "Did the owner collect the pay for the labor, Uncle

Jackson?"

"No, ma'm. That they did'n. We had a lot of them artisans 'mongst our

folks. They all lived on our place with they fam'lies. They hired

theyselves where they pleased. They colle'ted they pay, an' the onliest

thing the owner took was enough to support they fam'lies. They all

lived in our yard, it was a great big place, an' they wimmen cooked

for 'em and raised the chilluns.

"You know, they lays a heap o' stress on edication these days. But

edication is one thing an' fireside trainin' is another. We had

fireside trainin'.

"We went to church regular. All our people marched behind our owners,

an' sat up in the galle'y of the white folks church. Now, them that

went to St. James Church behind their white folks didn' dare look at

nobody else. 'Twant allowed. They were taught they were better than

anybody else. That was called the 'silk stockin' church. Nobody else

was fitten to look at.

"My mother was the laund'ess for the white folks. In those days ladies

wore clo'es, an' plenty of 'em. My daddy was one of the part Indian

folks. My mammy was brought here from Washin'ton City, an' when her

owner went back home he sold her to my folks. You know, round

Washin'ton an' up that way they was Ginny (Guinea) niggers, an' that's

what my mammy was. We had a lot of these malatto negroes round here,

they was called 'Shuffer Tonies', they was free issues and part Indian.

The leader of 'em was James Sampson. We child'en was told to play in

our own yard and not have nothin' to do with free issue chil'en or the

common chil'en 'cross the street, white or colored, because they was'nt

fitten to 'sociate with us. You see our owners was rich folks. Our big

house is the one where the ladies of Sokosis (Sorosis) has their Club

House, an' our yard spread all round there, an' our house servants, an'

some of the bes' artisans in Wilmin'ton lived in our yard.

"You know, I'm not tellin' you things what have been _told_ me, but I'm

tellin' you things I _knows_.

"I remember when the Zoabbes company came from Georgia here to

Wilmin'ton an' they had all ladies as officers.[1]

"I remember when the Confederates captured part of the Union Army at

Fort Sumter, S.C., and they brought them here to Wilmin'ton and put

them out under Fourth Street bridge, and the white ladies of

Wilmin'ton, N.C. cooked food and carried it by baskets full to them. We

all had plenty of food. A warehouse full of everything down there by

the river nigh Red Cross Street, an' none of us ever went hungry 'till

the war was over.

"I remember when Gen'ral Grant's Army came to the river. They mounted

guns to boombar the city. Mr. John Dawson an' Mr. Silas Martin, they

went on the corner of Second an' Nun Streets on the top of Ben Berry's

house an' run up a white sheet for a flag, an' the Yankees did'n'

boombar us. An' Mr. Martin gave his house up to the Progro Marshells,

and my mother cleaned up the house an' washed for them. Her name was

Caroline West.

"I remember when that Provo Marshell told the colored people that any

house in Wilmin'ton they liked, that was empty, they could go take it,

an' the first one they took was the fine Bellamy Mansion on Market an'

Fifth Street."

"Uncle Jackson", asked the interviewer, "don't you remember that house

was headquarters of the Federal Army? How could colored people occupy

it?"

Uncle Jackson: "I don't remember nothin' about Federal soldiers bein'

in that house, but I'm tellin' you I _knows_ a lot of common colored

folks was in it because I seen 'em sittin' on the piazza an' all up an'

down those big front steps. I _seen_ 'em. Nice colored people wouldn't

'a gone there. They had respec' for theirselves an' their white folks.

But Dr. Bellamy came home soon with his fam'ly an' those colored people

got out. They wan't there long.

"Endurin' of slavery I toted water for the fam'ly to drink. I remember

when there was springs under where the new Court House is now, and all

the white folks livin' 'round there drank water from those springs.

They called it Jacob Spring. There was also a spring on Market Street

between Second and Third Streets, that was called McCrayer (McCrary)

spring. They didn't 'low nobody but rich folks to get water from that

spring. Of co'se I got _mine_ there whenever I chose to tote it that

far. We did'n' work so hard in those days. I don't know nothin' about

field han's an' workmen on the river, but so far as I knows the

carpenters an' people like that started work at 8 o'clock A.M. and

stopped at 5 o'clock P.M. Of course 'round the house it was different.

Our folks done pretty much what the white folks did because we was all

pretty much one an' other.

"Did I ever know of any slaves bein' whipped? I seen plenty of 'em

whipped over at the jail, but them was _bad_ niggers, (this with a

grimace of disgust, and shaking of the head), they needed whippin'. But

(with a chuckle) I sho' would have hated to see anybody put they han's

on one of my owner's people. We was all 'spectable an' did'n know

nothin' about whippen. Our mammy's spanked us aplenty, _yes mam_ they

did.

"I remember when they didn't have no trussels 'cross either river, an'

they had a passages boat by the name of Walker Moore, an' the warf was

up there by the Charlotte railroad (S.A.L.) The Boat would take you

from there to the bluff an' then you would have to catch the train to

go to Greensboro, and other places in No'th Carolina.

"I remember when the Fourth Street Fire Department bell was in front of

the City Hall. An' Mr. Maginny had his school right back of the City

Hall.

"I believe we was all happy as slaves because we had the best of kere

(care). I don't believe none of us was sold off because I never heard

tell of it. I have always served nice folks an' never 'sociated with

any other kind. I brought up Mis ----'s chil'ren an' now she gives me a

life intrust in this place I lives in. I hav'nt never to say really

wanted for anything. I hav'nt never bothered with wimmen, an' had

nothin' to bother me.

"I mus' tell you' bout Gov'ner Dudley's election, an' the free issue

niggers. They say Mr. Dudley told 'em if they'd vote for him he'd do

more for 'em than any man ever had. So they voted for him an' he was

elected. Then he ups an' calls a const'utional convention in Raleigh

an' had all the voting taken away from 'em. An' that the big thing he

done for em."[2]

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