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_Fannle Jones
Bx‘Slave, A~e 85
37 ~ 12th St.
Augusta, Georgia
	Fannie Jones lives in a ramshaokl4, two-‘story, rooming house near the banks of the Savannah River. She is an old Negress with iron gray hair and. a glxigercake oom~ plexion. Her i11-ritting old dress was none too clean, and her bare feet exposed toe nails al~io~t a hair—inch long. Fannie apparently hadn‘t a tooth in her head, but she was munching some bread.

	The old Negress thought the purpose o1~ the visit was to see about an old age pension for her, and she was very rauch disappointeOE when she learned the real reason however, she invited her visitor into a bedroom. This place was much too dark, and the interview finally took place on the back porch where an old oat was made to ge~ out oC the only chair. Fannie‘ settled herself on the doorsteps, while the visitor Lanned flies and gnats with one hand and took notes with the other.

	“I was born on Marse Jim Dubose‘s plantation ‘bout

de year l8S~:),‘~ she began. “My Marster and Mistiss was de overseer and his wife. You see, honey, I was born in de overseer‘s house. When my Ma was 12 year old she was give to de overseer‘s wife, Miss Becky Ann, when she married. My Marster was named Jesse Durden. I never did see Marse Jim Dubose‘s house nor none of de slave quarters, and I don‘t know nothin‘ ‘bout dem ornone of his Niggers.