Dixon, who came from some place in Alabama and had
been owned by Dr. Lipscomb, the chancelor of the university. Dr.
Lipscomb married us in the colored Methodist Church, and that night the
church was crowded to overflowing. I wore a white dress made with a long
train; that was the style then. After the ceremony, my mother served
cake and wine at her house. Our six children were prettier than you, but
only three of them lived to get grown. Our white friends named our
children. My first husband died and then I married Jones Colbert, who
belonged to Marse Fletcher Colbert of Madison County. We just went
around to the preacher's house and got married. Jones was an old man
when I married him. He was a preacher. He is dead now and so are all my
children except one. I have one grandson, and this is the shameful part
about him; his mother won't married when he was born, but of course she
married later.

"Now I am going to tell you the truth as I see it. Abraham Lincoln was
an instrument of God sent to set us free, for it was God's will that we
should be freed. I never did hitch my mind on Jeff Davis; like the
children of Israel, he had his time to rule. Booker T. Washington! Well,
now I didn't give him a thought. He had to do his part. His mistress had
taught him to read.

"Why did I join the church? Well, when the white folks sent their help
off to Mississippi trying to keep them slaves, my sister and I went with
Miss Rosa Crawford to Jackson. Before I left home my mother gave me an
alabaster doll and told me to be a good girl and pray every night. Well,
I never saw so many slave-houses in my life as I saw in Mississippi.
Every night when I heard a colored man named Ben praying in his room
that made me think of what my mother had told me and I grew more and
more homesick for her. Finally one night I crept into Uncle Ben's room
and asked him to tell me about God, and he did. After that, every night
I went into his room and we prayed together. Yes, Honey, I found God in
Jackson, Mississippi, and I joined the church just as soon as I could
after I got back to my mother and dear old Athens.

"Yes, Honey, I was raised and loved by my own white folks and, when I
grew to be old enough and large enough, I worked for them. I have been
with, or worked for, white folks all my life and, just let me tell you,
I had the best white folks in the world, but it was by God's plan that
the Negroes were set free."

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