Oklahoma Writerst Project
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	Siind.ay was a great day arouth the plantation. The fields was forgotten, the light chores was hurried. through and. everybody got ready for the church meeting.

	It was out of the doors, in the yard. fronting the big log where the Browns all lived.. Master John‘s wife would. start the meeting with a prayer ana then would come the singing. The old. timey songs.

	The white folks on the next plantation would lick their slaves for trying to do like ~ve d±&. No praying there, and. no singing.

	The Master gave out the week‘s supply on Saturday. Plent~ of hams, lean bacon, flour, corn meal, coffee and. more‘n enongh for the week. Nobody go hungry on that places During the growing season all the slaves have a garden spot all their own. Three thousand acres on that place — plenty of room for gardens and field crops.

	P~ven during the war foods was plentiful. One time the Yankee sold.iers visit the place. The white folks gone and. I talks with them. Asks me lots of questions — got any meats — got any potatoes — got any this — some of that — but I just shake my head and they don‘ t b ok around.

	The old cook fixes them up though. She fry all the eggs on the place, skillet the ham and. pan the biscuits! Them soldiers fill up and leave the house friendly as anybody I ever see!

	The Browns wasntt bothered with the Ku fl.ux Klan either. The Negroes minded their own business just like before they was free.

	I stayed on the plantation‘ stil the last Brown die. Then I come to Oklahoma and works on the railroad stil I was too old to hustle the grips and~ packages. Now I just sits thinking how much better off wou]Ä I be on the old. plantation.

	Homesick! Just homesick for that Alabama farm like it was in them
good. old. times!