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~îALINZ ~II~ÀTRI~
B o rn a s1a~re on the p lan ta U on of
Judge ~il1iain watson Moore,
¶hI te Plains,(Greene Coun ty) Georgia.



	~ie inornix~ in Oc~tober, as I finished planting hyacinth bulbs on r~ y C 5ine t e l‘y I o t ‚ i: saw an old n e gro w o~ian ap~ r oac~hin g . She was ~maline Kilpatrick,born in 1863, on :~y grandfather‘s Qlantation.

	“MawrL 1 n‘ Mi s s Sarah, „ she be gan ‚ *Ah ~ ~ d ye r ou t h~ar in de graveyard, sri I cuin right erlong Thr t~ gît yer ter read yO‘ Aunt Willie‘s birthday, offen her tocinstona, er~ put it in writin‘ ferr~e.“

	“i: don‘t rr~ind doing that for you., !~aline,“ I re2lied, “but why do ~OtL Want to know ~y aunt!.~ birthday?“

	“N~el1,“ answer3d the olI ~x~l~ve, WI can‘t rightly tell ina,h a~e no udder ways My mam~y‘~, she tole me, L ~ui bawned de saine night ez Miss Willie i~tiz, en ~ainx~ alit‘s tO1~ i~e effen I ever want t~r know 1~ovi oie I is, jes‘ ask my white folks how ole M185 W1l1j~ is.!“

	~1hen I had p~ncil1ed th~ birth.1at~e on a scrap of paper torn froni Thy note book and she had tucked it carefully away th a socket in her clean blue checked gingha~ a~pron, Emmaline began to t~lk of the old day s on ny gran d fa the r‘ s farn.

	“i!:iss Sarah, Ah sho did ~iove yo‘ aunt Willie. We wuz chilluns growin‘ up ter~edder on Marss Billie‘s pl&ce. You mought not knc~z it, but black chilluns sits grown heap faster d~en white chilluns,

~	en whilst us played ‘round de yard, en orchards, en pastu:~s out dar,

~	i: wuz sposed ter take care er Yiss ‘N~i1lie en not let her git hurt, er

\~ nuthin‘ ha~1i?en ter her.