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	7olk Lore	‚	390089	3dited by: •
	District No. 4. J.		Je Mu.rray.
	May 27, 19~7.
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STORIES OF i!~X-SLLVES

	“I was born in Virginia, bu~t Dr. L. C. Kennedy boaght me, In~y mother and brothers and we moved to Spartanbtirg. My ~ather stayed in Virginia. Dr. Kennedy lived near where North church street and Kennédy Place now is, and I lived in a two-room hot.ise in his back yard. I was jtist a baby at the tinie. ~Iiy old masser was as good and kind. to me as he could be, so was my inissu~s. My niother died~ when I was ten years old, and Missu~s wa~ ju~st like a inotherto me all the time. When I got old enou~gh I ~ised to ~o son~e things arouxid. the ~yard for Masser and M1s8a2.

	Masser was an ~pi8copalian, and I went to Sunday School where the ~ roc1c church now stands (Chui,ch o~ the Advent). Miss Mary Legg was my teacher, and she was a saintly woman. She was a niece of ol4 Masser. Old Mis-sus used to cone to the house where I lived and teach me ~my alphabet. After I got older, I used totake care o~ Masser‘s horse and buggy ror him; used to hitchup the horsei for him and go with him on his wayo to see a patient. Bless hi8 heart, he let nie take my Webster‘s blue back speller and my history with me when I would drive with him. I would study those bôok8 and Masser would tell me how to pronou.nce the hard words. That is the way I got my edu~cation. Masser would tell Missus that Jixnzaie was a smart boy, that he had no rather nor niother and that they niust be.. good to hua. They

sure was. I never wanted for a thing. Sometimes on oux drives Masser would tell mi some Latin worda, but I never did study Latin-—ju~st English.