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	.	~	. ~ f, ~:	~	Ruby Pickens Tartt,
	  .	 ~	. f ~ . \		Livingston, Alabama.
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	10181 ~‚	~ -- ~yl~	‚ J.
	~ ~i~k~‘fo~z)	CHILLUN IN EV‘Y GRABEYARD.


	Laura Clark, black and wrinkled with her eighty—six years,

-ioved limpingly about the tiny porch of her cabin on the outskirts of Livingston. Battered cans and rickety bones were filled with a pro.~usion of flowers of the common variety. Laura offered me a split.bottomed chair and lowered herself slowly into a rocker that creaked even under her frail body. “Po‘ly, Mj55, po‘ly,“ she responded to my query about her health. ~tain‘ t lack de old days . I;‘ g crippled and :.~os‘ bun‘ now at-ter all de years what I got.

	‘II was born on Mr~ Pleasant Powell‘s place in North Ca‘lina, and ~ien I was thOut six or seven years oie, I reckon h~t ‘twas, Mr. Garret ~roTn right up yonder in de bend ‘bout eight miles from Livingston gwlne ro‘th on de Livingston and Epes road, bought t~~n of us chillun in North C~‘iina arid sont two white men, and one was Mr. Skinner, to fetch us ~p.ck in wa~gins. En he fotch oie Julie powell and Henry to look atter us. Wa‘n‘t none of dem ten chillun no kin to me, and he never bought ‘.~y r~aDrny, so I had to leave her behine.

I‘	~1 recollect Maramy said to old Julie, ‘T~J~e keer my baby chile j~~int was nie) and iffen I never sees her no mo‘ raise her for God.‘ Den ~. fell off de wag~in where us was all settin1 and roll over on de

‚:)~fl‘ jes‘ acryin‘. But us was eatin‘ candy what dey done give us for

~:r) ~:eep us quite, and I didn‘ç~ have sense ‘fluff for to know what ailed
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‘~~~“::‘~y, but I knows now and I n~e~ seed her no moZ in dis life. When
I ~eered from her atter S‘render she done dead and buried. Her name was

~c~ei Powell. My pappy‘s name I don‘t know ca‘se he done been sole to ~O1e~:Thars else when I was too little to recollect. B~t my ~arnmy was de ~0~er of twenty-‘two chillun and she had twins in her lap when us driv‘ ~ 0f2, ~iy gran‘~mmy said when I lef‘ ‘Pray, Laura, and be er good gal,
Alabama.