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before he died. He got kicked. He was a baker. Diring the War, he was the cook in a camp. He went to get ~me flour one morning. He snatched the tray too hard and it kicked him in his bowels. He never did get over it • The tray was full of flour and it was big and heavy. It was a si Iding tray. It rolled out easy and fast and you had to pull it caretul. I don‘t know why they called it a kick.

	“I married a second husband-if you can call it that--a nigger named ~J‘onea. He had. a spoonful of sense. We didn‘t live together three months. He came in one day and I didn‘ t have dinner ready. He slapped me • I had never been slapped by a man betore. I went to the drawer and got my pistol out and started to kill him. But I didn‘t. I told him to leave there rast. He had promised to do a lot of things and. didn‘t do them, and then he used to use bad 1ang~iage too.


Occupation

	“I‘ve always sewed for a living. See that sigi up there?

The sign. read:

ALL KINI~ OF ~JTPCN3 ~E~IED ON

MENDING TOO
“I can‘t cut out no dress and make it, but I can use a needle on

patehing and quilting. Can.‘ t nobody beat me dom‘ that • I can knit ‚ too. I can make stockings, gloves, and all such things.

	“I belong to Bib Bethel Church, and I get most of my support from the Lord. I get help from the government. I‘m trying to get moved, and I‘m just sittin‘ here waiting for the raan to cane and move me. I ain‘t got no money, but he promised to move us.“