Memories of Childhood's Slavery Days

NOTE TO THE READER: Please note that this is the LARGE PRINT EDITION of this title. RECOLLECTIONS OF A HAPPY LIFE The memory of my happy, care-free childhood days on the plantation, with my little white and black companions, is often with me. Neither master nor mistress nor neighbors had time to bestow a thought upon us, for the great Civil War was raging. That great event in American history was a matter wholly outside the realm of our childish interests. Of course we heard our elders discuss the various events of the great struggle, but it meant nothing to us. On the plantation there were ten white children and fourteen colored children. Our days were spent roaming about from plantation to plantation, not knowing or caring what things were going on in the great world outside our little realm. Planting time and harvest time were happy days for us. How often at the harvest time the planters discovered cornstalks missing from the ends of the rows, and blamed the crows We were called the "little fairy devils." To the sweet potatoes and peanuts and sugar cane we also helped ourselves.