OHIO
34()OJ,2	~ WARREN COtJNTy
		District 21
	Miriam Logan	‚
Lebanon Ohio.

.	STORY OF ~1ADE aLENî~r f rom W I NS T ON SALEM NORTH CAROLINA : ( do e s ri ‚ t know
	his age)

	“Yes Madam, I werea slave-I‘mold enough to have been ~born into slavery, but I was only a baby slave, for I do not remember about slavery, I‘ve just heard them tell about it.“ My Marnm~ were Lydia Glenfl, and father were Caesar Glenn, for they belon~ed to old Glenn. t‘ve heardtell he were a mean rxian too.“ My birthday is October 3Oth.-‘but what \rear~I don‘t know~ There were eight brothers and two sisters. We lived on John Beck‘s farm-a. big farm, and the first work for me to do was picking up chips o‘ wood, and lookin‘ after hoes.

	In those days thee all kinds of work by hand on the farm. No r~Tadam, no cotton to speak of, or tobacco then. just farmin‘ corn, hogs, wheat fruit9— like here, Yes Madam, that was alu on. Johnßeck‘ farm except the flax and the big wooley sheep. Plenty of nice clean f]4x-sioth suits we all had.“
	Beck wasn‘t so good-but we had enough to eat, wear, and could have our Saturday afternoon to go to town, and Sunday for church. We sho did have church, large nieetin‘-‘camp meetin‘—with lot of sin~in‘ an shoutin‘ and it
~	was fine! Nevah was no s Inger, but I was a good dancer in my day, yes~yes
Madam I were a good dancer. I went to dances and to church with my folks.
My father played a violin. He played well, so did my brother, but I never
did play or sing.“ Mammy sang a lot when she was spinning and weaving.
She sing an‘that big wheel a turnln~

.	“When I can read my title clear,
	Up Yonder, Up Yonder, Up Yonder~-- and another of her spinnin‘ songs was a humin~
I The Promise of God Salvation free to give....“

“Besides helpin‘on the farm, father was ferryman on the Yadkth River for Beck. He had a boat for hire. Sometimes passengers would want to go a mile, sometimes 30. Father died at thirty-five. He played the vIolin fine. My brother played for dances, and he used to sing lots of songs:“01‘ Aunt Katy, fine ol‘ soul,
She‘s beatin‘ her batter,
	In a brand new bowl“......... —- that was a fetchin‘ tune, but you see I can‘t even œ.rry lt. Maybe I could think up the words of a lot of those ol‘ tunes but they ought to pay well for them, for they make money out of them. I liked to go to church and to dances both. For a big church to sing I like Neaer My Œod to Thee-there isn‘t anything so good for a big crowd to sing out big~“

	Father died when he was thirty-five of typhoid. We all had to work hard. I came up here in 1892-and I don‘t know why I should have9 for Windton—Salem was a big. plac~e. I‘ve worked on farm and roads. My wife died ten years ago. We adopted a girl in Tennennesee years ago, and she takes a care of me now. She was always good to us-a good girl, Yes, Madam.

	Wade Glenn proved to be not nearly so interesting as his appearance promised. He Is short; wears gold rimmed glasses; a. Southern Colonel‘s Mustache and Goatee-and capitals are need to describe the styleJ He had his comical-serious little countenance topped off with a soft felt hat worn at the mo st rakish angle • He can ‚ t carry a tune ‚ and really Is not musical. ‘His adbpted daughter with whom he lives Is rated the town‘s best colored cook.