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	In the Negro section of Unioritown, 1cally known as I~abbit YardU (named by the Negroes themselves), lives “Aunt Tildy“ Collins, a typical “black mammy“ ‚ of orthodox type . She is a talkative old s oui ‚ running over with slavery talesand. greatly beloved by a wide range of acquain— tances among both races. Although eighty-four summers have passed over her snow-whit e head, Aunt d‘ s spirit is unoonquered by t line and her physical activity is truly remarkable for her age. She does her own hol)sework and carés for her home without assistance. In front of her one— room cabin is a neat garden of vegetables and. flowers combined, with mornIng-glories trained carefully over the fence nearly all the wa~ around. S There i.s a saying in the South, that cotton will grow better for a Negro
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than for any other raee, and this might weil be extended to include morn— in~-g1ories in Aunt Tildy‘g case; since none in Uniontown are quite so fine In growth or brilliance of coloring. S

	Like nearly all old Negroes, Aunt Tildy goes to sleep very readily.

~ She was dozing in a rocker on her small porch, while the scent of wood S~ioke and the odor of boiling vegetables issued from the cabin. An iron pot, hanging from a crane in the fireplace, sending forth clouds of steam an~ an appetizing aroma. She clings to old. fashioned. equipment and dis— dams a stove for cooking. Her Ubjiedil vegetables or meats in the hang

~	oot, with baked potatoes and “pone~ bread from the oven make lAp a ~iea1 that leaves little to ‚be desired~s many visitors who have shared ~er repasts weil know.

	As the gate squeaked, Aunt Tildy awoke with a start and a smile.

	“Come in, white.folks, I was jes‘ a-settint here waitin‘ for my ~Yeens to bile, an‘ I musta drapped. off to sleep. Set down in dat cheer