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                <head>Interview with Virginia Foster Durr, March 13, 14, 15, 1975. Interview
                    G-0023-1.</head>
                <byline>Conducted by Sue Thrasher and Jacquelyn Hall</byline>
                <note type="deposit" anchored="no">
                    <p>Transcript on deposit at The Southern Historical Collection, The Louis Round
                        Wilson Library</p>
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                    <p>Citation of this interview should be as follows: <lb/>“Interview G-0023-1, in
                        the Southern Oral History Program Collection #4007, <lb/>Southern Historical
                        Collection, The Wilson Library, <lb/>University of North Carolina at Chapel
                        Hill”</p>
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                <note type="copyright" anchored="no">Copyright © 2007 The University of North
                    Carolina</note>
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                <head>Abstract</head>
                <p>Virginia Foster Durr discusses her early life and how she became aware of the
                    social justice problems plaguing twentieth-century America. Descended from a
                    wealthy southern family that emigrated to Alabama during the early 1800s, she
                    begins by telling stories she heard from her grandmother about life in the
                    antebellum South. She explains what life was like on the plantation when she was
                    a child, focusing on race relations between her family and the black workers
                    employed by her grandmother. Her grandmother practiced noblesse oblige, giving
                    gifts and parties to the poorer white and black families in her community.
                    Throughout the interview, Durr reflects on her relationship with her father,
                    addressing his disappointment in the fact that she was a girl and listing his
                    various disciplinary methods. While Durr's parents carefully maintained an aura
                    of condescending tolerance toward the blacks they employed, not all of her
                    relatives were as gentle.</p>
                <p>After the death of her grandmother, Durr's parents advanced in Birmingham
                    society, joining the country club and other social organizations. She repeatedly
                    returns to the issues surrounding southern female gender identity, especially
                    for elite women. She talks about how her social circle dealt with issues of
                    sexuality and describes the racial and class divisions that ran through
                    Birmingham during her youth. As teenagers, Durr and her sister Josephine, along
                    with many other young southern belles, were sent to New York City for finishing
                    and socialization. While there, Josephine met and married Hugo Black, the future
                    Supreme Court Justice. Durr asserts that while her sister and Hugo Black had a
                    happy marriage, the relationship stifled something within her sister.
                    Nevertheless, the other women in her family never questioned the roles and even
                    averred that women who fought for more rights had immoral reasons. Durr managed
                    to convince her parents to send her to Wellesley for two years. While there, she
                    began to question many of the assumptions that had governed her relationships
                    and behaviors while in Alabama. Because of financial problems, Durr left
                    Wellesley after her sophomore year, returning home to spend a year as a
                    debutante. When she failed to find an eligible offer that year, she took a job
                    at the law library, where she met her future husband, Clifford. </p>
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                <head>Short Abstract</head>
                <p>Virginia Foster Durr discusses her early life and how she became aware of the
                    social justice problems plaguing twentieth-century America. In this first part
                    of a three-interview series, Durr describes her life on the plantation when she
                    was a child; race issues in Birmingham, where she grew up; and how her views
                    began to change when she left Birmingham to attend Wellesley College.</p>
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                            DURR</name>, interviewee</item>
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                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Can you tell me something about your family and where they come from,
                            what county in Alabama, how you grew up, where your father and mother
                            came from?</p>
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                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh certainly. I'm like most southerners, I'm very interested in family
                            history. Of course, you never are interested until you get old, when you
                            are young, you don't pay any attention to it much. But as you get older,
                            you are always very much interested in it, at least I am, and I think
                            that most people are. But the trouble is, that the old people that could
                            tell you the most about your family are dead by that time, so you have
                            to depend on recollection or what family papers there are or family
                            letters. As far as I know, my father's family were English and the name
                            Foster comes from "forester", you know, the king's forester. Probably
                            they were woodchoppers, but they arrived in this country way back
                            yonder, about 1700 or thereabouts. The story was that one brother
                            settled in Massachusetts and one brother settled in Virginia. They
                            settled around South Boston in Virginia and there are a lot of Fosters
                            still around there and there are a lot of black Fosters. You know, Dr.
                            Luther Foster over here at Tuskegee is named Foster and he came from
                            that area. We can't claim kin, but the fact is that there are a lot of
                            black and white Fosters in that area still. But my great grandfather
                            came south, you see, with Gen. Greene's army in the Revolutionary War
                            and he fought at Cowpens and Kings Mountain under General Greene and
                            then after the war was over, the newly formed United States of America
                            gave General Greene a tremendous lot of land in Georgia to settle his
                            soldiers on, it's called Greene County. As I recollect, Madison is the
                                <pb id="p2" n="2"/> county seat of Greene County. </p>
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                        <p>My great grandfather married a girl named Hannah Johnston. They met in a
                            stockade because of the Indian wars. Of course, they were taking the
                            land away from the Indians. They were married and had, I think, thirteen
                            children, twelve sons and one daughter. My grandfather was one of them
                            and they prospered and did very well, because my grandfather was sent to
                            Jefferson Medical School in Philadelphia and became a doctor. Then, he
                            came back to Georgia and about the 1840's he met my grandmother. She was
                            a Heard and her mother was a MacGruder. Now, these are all Scotch names,
                            all Presbyterians. They also met in a stockade, the last flicker of the
                            Indian wars. She was only fifteen when they married, a very young girl.
                            But they married and came over to Alabama and settled in Union Springs.
                            Evidently, they brought some slaves with them. Union Springs at that
                            time was a very rich part of the country. You see, this was the
                            migration from the old worn out lands in the east to the west, Alabama,
                            Mississippi and Louisiana and finally to Texas. They would come over
                            because they didn't know how to conserve the land and to fertilize it
                            and they would have to get fresh land. The land around Union Springs was
                            enormously rich and there was a great big spring there. There are all
                            kinds of tales about Union Springs, it has quite a history because there
                            was a terrible kind of competition between slave traders selling slaves.
                            At Union Springs, one man poisoned the spring and killed all the slaves
                            that the other trader was selling. Horrible things like that come out of
                            the past that chill your blood. Whatever the glamour of the society was,
                            it was based on this terrible slave system. Anyway, my family
                            established themselves in Union Springs and my grandfather was a doctor
                            and also they acquired a lot of land.</p>
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                        <p>Outside of Union Springs, there is a sort of a ridge that they call
                            Chunnunugee Ridge, which is above the lowlands where the slaves worked,
                            and cotton was grown. My family settled on that. <pb id="p3" n="3"/> The
                            high land was <gap reason="unknown"/> considered to be immune to
                            malaria, I don't think that it was, <gap reason="unknown"/> but that was
                            the idea. The plantation owners lived up on the ridge, Chunnunugee Ridge
                            that was supposed to be above the malaria belt. Of course, they really
                            didn't know what caused malaria then. They thought it was the miasma of
                            the swamps, they didn't know it was mosquitos. My grandmother had
                            fifteen children, but a lot of them died. The Foster graveyard <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> down in Union Springs is just full of little
                            bitty graves, "So and So child that died of summer complaint at the age
                            of nine months or two years." So, out of the fifteen children only four
                            lived to be old. Two of the boys were killed in the Civil War. </p>
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                        <p>Now my grandfather opposed the Civil War. He was a Whig and by that time
                            he had become quite prosperous and he thought they should settle the
                            slave issue the way that they had in England, by the government buying
                            up the slaves and recompensing the owners. He hated William Loundes
                            Yancey who he thought was a firebrand and was plunging the South into
                            war. So, he was opposed to the Civil War and he found a substitute, he
                            didn't go to the war, which was a great disgrace in those days. I never
                            heard that until I was older. He bought a substitute and sent him to the
                            war because he didn't believe in the war. But two sons died in the war,
                            so I was told.</p>
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                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now, how old was your father during the war?</p>
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                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>He was born, I think, either the last year of the war or right after the
                            war. Not only did my grandfather not go to the war, he didn't buy
                            Confederate bonds. You see, in those days, they shipped their cotton
                            through Mobile to Liverpool and the factors in Liverpool were the ones
                            that would make the settlements. So, he told them in Liverpool to keep
                            the money. When the war was over, he was one of the few men in that part
                            of Alabama <gap reason="unknown"/> that had any money, any gold. The
                            Confederate money had gone <pb id="p4" n="4"/> to absolutely nothing.
                            So, he prospered considerably after the Civil War and they lived in
                            great style and he bought up all the lands of these poor fellows that
                            had invested in Confederate bonds. My recollection is that when I first
                            remember the plantation, they owned about 35,000 acres of land, which
                            was a lot of land.</p>
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                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Did your grandfather have slaves?</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh heavens, yes.</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>What happened to them?</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, all I ever heard was that the slaves were so loyal that "old Mose"
                            hid the silver and <gap reason="unknown"/> took the horses into the
                            swamps and <gap reason="unknown"/> all loved him dearly. I was brought
                            up, you see, on the romantic tradition of the slave system being
                            benevolent. </p>
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                        <p>And I remember my grandmother. She died when I was about eight, so I
                            remember her very well; I was named for her. My grandfather had died, so
                            I never knew him, but my grandmother, I was named for her, Virginia
                            Heard Foster, and I had kind of reddish hair and she had reddish hair.
                            Very red, in fact. She was the most delightful person. She had married
                            when she was fifteen and she was like a queen bee.</p>
                        <p>She had always been surrounded by servants or slaves and she had never
                            had to do anything in her life but be charming and everybody loved her
                            dearly and called her "Miss Ginny." Her husband adored her and he would
                            go down to New Orleans and send her back fine dresses. She was really
                            like a child. She had that sort of . . . do you remember Dora in <hi
                                rend="i">David Copperfield?</hi> I'm reading <hi rend="i">David
                                Copperfield</hi> now. She was like Dora, she was childlike. She was
                            full of laughter and everybody loved her and she loved everybody. </p>
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                        <p>The person that I remember best was Old Easter. She was a black woman who
                                <pb id="p5" n="5"/> had been a slave. You asked what happened after
                            the Reconstruction, they all said that the slaves never would leave or
                            else they came back and when I was a child, the whole back yard was
                            still full of these slave cabins that were <gap reason="unknown"/> full
                            of old men and old women who had been slaves and still lived on the
                            plantation. You see, they were scared of freedom maybe. I don't imagine
                            they had any money, I suppose they may have gotten a little bit, but
                            they still were there and were fed. I remember sitting in their laps. I
                            think that this was one reason that it was hard for me to swallow the
                            prevailing theory about blacks being so inferior. Because as I recall,
                            certainly in the case of Easter, she ran the plantation . . . she was a
                            little sharp black woman who wore <gap reason="unknown"/> white aprons
                            and dresses and a white starched bandana on her head, she ran the
                            plantation. She wore the keys. You couldn't get a cookie unless you
                            asked Easter. She put the food out for every meal and I'm sure that she
                            even planned the meals. She may have asked my grandmother about some
                            things, but she was in charge of everything and she was always in charge
                            of us children. We did exactly what she told us to do. She had a very
                            great dignity. One thing that I always remember about her was that she
                            never laughed. I think that a sense of humor is very hard on a dictator
                            because she was always dignified and autocratic. She couldn't punish us,
                            I mean by any physical punishment, but she could punish us by saying,
                            "You're not going to get your morning cookie." We used to have cookies
                            in the middle of the morning or lemonade in the middle of the afternoon.
                            But she was absolutely the law and there was no appeal. Neither to your
                            mother or your grandmother or whomever you complained to about Easter.
                            That was just too bad, because they always thought that Easter knew best
                            and she really did. She was a very wise woman and she really was a woman
                            of tremendous achievements, because she <pb id="p6" n="6"/> ran that
                            whole place. </p>
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                        <p>I don't know how many people there were on the plantation. <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> They <gap reason="unknown"/> raised their own
                            sheep and cattle and the chickens and the eggs and the milk and the
                            clabber and the butter, everything was raised on the place. There was an
                            enormous orchard and a tremendous big <gap reason="unknown"/>
                            scuppernong arbor. Most everything came off the place except sugar and .
                            . . . well, salt, sugar, I think, and coffee <gap reason="unknown"/> and
                            flour, I suppose.</p>
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                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Where were you living? Were you living on the plantation?</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, we would go down there every Christmas and every summer and at
                            Christmas, we would stay about a week, but in the summer, we would stay
                            weeks and weeks at a time. I am just giving you an idea of the
                            plantation. To me, it was absolutely the Garden of Eden, because there
                            was this lavishness, you see. Every meal to me was <gap reason="unknown"
                            /> a delight. I always have liked to eat, unfortunately, and the meals
                            were perfectly delicious and they were so abundant. For breakfast they
                            would have a baked apple, of course, they didn't have many oranges and
                            grapefruit in those days, then they would have oatmeal and then there
                            would be broiled chicken and fried sweet potatoes and steak sometimes
                            and batty cakes and waffles and grits. You never saw such a huge
                            breakfast as there was. And then dinner, they raised their own sheep and
                            you would have lamb or beef or fried chicken. In the winter, there would
                            be <gap reason="unknown"/> great huge platters of birds, quail and oh,
                            they were just drowned in butter and everything was . . . the butter was
                            churned every morning. Ice cream was made, that was a great treat,
                            though, and happened once a week, but the meals had <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> endless vegetables and all kinds of fruit. The
                            fruit was picked just when it was ripe so they would have these
                            delicious figs just bursting with juice and peaches. To me, it was <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> a Garden of Eden and I thought that it was <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> the most perfect place in the <pb id="p7" n="7"/>
                            world and I never saw anything wrong with it at all. And my grandmother,
                            since she had no work to do at all, she would play with us. She would
                            play Flinch with us, that was a card game and she would always cheat.
                            She thought that was a great joke. She would laugh and enjoy it so much
                            when she could cheat and get by with it and thought that was so much
                            fun. The aunts, all they ever did was sit on the front porch and rock
                            and do fancy work. I had one aunt that didn't do anything, she never
                            even did fancy work, she just rocked. She never even talked. She just
                            ate and rocked and slept and had some children. </p>
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                        <p>Then my grandmother would take us to town, the little town of Union
                            Springs. <gap reason="unknown"/> I got the idea at that time that she
                            owned the town. She wouldn't even go into the stores, whoever ran the
                            store would come out to the carriage. <gap reason="unknown"/> She had
                            two carriages besides two or three buggies and one carriage was an open
                            carriage, a Victoria and she had <gap reason="unknown"/> matched horses,
                            bays, sort of reddish horses. And there was a coachman with a high silk
                            hat, named Washington. I <gap reason="unknown"/> knew as a little girl
                            that she owned the town. She was the biggest, richest person in town. If
                            you go through all those clippings about when she died, you'll see all
                            the tributes to her. Then, as I said, the people that ran the stores,
                            she never had to get out and come in, they would always come out to the
                            buggy or the carriage and ask her what she wanted and bring out the
                            things. And she would buy us the most beautiful material, real linen and
                            real lace and all of our underwear was made out of real linen and lace,
                            made by Miss Paulk, who lived next door. They had fallen, on evil times,
                            I suppose that they had gone to the war and lost their lands. Anyway,
                            they had a big beautiful house too, but they had lost all their money,
                            so Miss Katie Paulk sewed for my grandmother. Our dresses would be
                            embroidered with a lot of scollops, hand embroidered. Well, I got the
                            idea that this was bliss. Just lavish <pb id="p8" n="8"/> bliss. And I
                            adored it, I was absolutely entranced by it. Granny Foster would go to
                            church and in the winter, she <gap reason="unknown"/> would go in her
                            carriage, which was lined with red satin and she would wear a little
                            bonnet and a little fur cape and when you went to the church with her,
                            Wash would get out and open the door and then she would have her royal
                            progress into the church. You knew that she owned the church. I'm sure
                            that she kept it up mostly. The preacher was named Dr. Bell. I was
                            conscious that Dr. Bell was obligated to my grandmother. So, once again,
                            grandmother owned the church and she owned the town and owned the great
                            big house with white pillars and owned the plantation and she was the
                            queen bee. And that was what I wanted to be when I was little. I wanted
                            to be like my grandmother and have everybody love me and everybody
                            obligated to me. When Christmas came, it was marvelous. They would have
                            a great big tree. In the morning, it would be just the family, you know,
                            with <gap reason="unknown"/> presents and then in the afternoon, she
                            would have in the black children first, and they would get their
                            presents and then she would have in the Sunday School children. I don't
                            think that she had them together, I think that they came at different
                            times, but I do remember that one little black child got a toy piano, a
                            little bitty piano and one of us wanted it and we tried to snatch it
                            away. She wouldn't allow that, she was very fair minded about things
                            like that. </p>
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                        <p>In the summertime, in the back yard, they would let us barbeque. I will
                            have to take that up because that is when the great trauma came in my
                            life. But my father, you see, was raised in this atmosphere of <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> wealth and abundance and servants.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>How many brothers and sisters did your father have?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, Uncle Hugh and Uncle Robert and Aunt May <gap reason="unknown"/>
                            and Daddy. There were only four when I grew up. The rest of them had
                            either died or <pb id="p9" n="9"/> been killed in the war. My Uncle Hugh
                            lived <gap reason="unknown"/> across the street from my grandmother, and
                            my Uncle Robert <gap reason="unknown"/> lived in St. Louis and Aunt May,
                            who was the aunt that was so fashionable and so unpleasant, too lived in
                            New York. And then my father. You see, Uncle Robert was destined for the
                            bar, so he was a lawyer. My father was destined for the church, so he
                            became a Presbyterian preacher and Uncle Hugh was destined for business,
                            so he went into the bank. And Aunt May was destined to be a great
                            southern belle, which I suppose she was in a way. She married twice, but
                            I'll get to her later, because she was the cause of the downfall of the
                            whole Garden of Eden. You see, my nurse would go down with me from
                            Birmingham and she liked it too. She would bring her little girl down
                            and we would all play in the back yard and it was really just absolute
                            sheer unadulterated joy, as far as I was concerned. I can remember the
                            smell of it now, everything smelled so good. <gap reason="unknown"/> And
                            the sound of cowbells in the morning going to pasture. But anyway, my
                            father was brought up in that atmosphere of the old South. Nothing had
                            changed, these people on the plantation were free, but they were still
                            there and they were paid something, but there was still that old
                            abundance and everybody was welcome for dinner. No matter how many
                            people you had, you could have more. <gap reason="unknown"/> He <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> went off to school and then he went to
                            Southwestern, which was a Presbyterian school. At that time, it was in
                            Tennessee, it's in Memphis now, but it wasn't in Memphis when he went
                            there. It was a Presbyterian school and then he went to Hampton Sydney
                            in Virginia, which was another Presbyterian school. Then he went to the
                            Princeton Theological Seminary. But since his family was so well off, he
                            also went to Edinburgh; in Edinburgh, there is a big Presbyterian
                            seminary. <gap reason="unknown"/> I went to see it when I went to
                            Edinburgh and it looked like a great big sort of dungeon, not a dungeon,
                            but a big fortress on the side of <pb id="p10" n="10"/> hill, very dark
                            and stark, made of dark stones. I found his registration and his history
                            there, the history that he had attended. From there, he went to Germany
                            and studied at Heidelberg and the University of Berlin. That was his
                            undoing, we'll come to that later, but that was where he got the new
                            theology, that not every word in the Bible was literal truth, but that a
                            lot of it was myth.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>About what years were those?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, let's see, Daddy was born right at the end of the war and this
                            would have been about in the 80's and 90's. I've <gap reason="unknown"/>
                            pictures of him and all kinds of things that he brought back from the
                            Holy Land. For a long time, we had his theological library, but that got
                            to be too heavy to carry around. Nobody ever wanted it, those old books.
                            They were just so out of date and foolish, it seems. But my father did
                            have an excellent education and he read a great deal. He had a passion
                            for books. He would buy books and loved sets of books, beautiful sets of
                            books. He <gap reason="unknown"/> had a passion for books. He was
                            brought up to do absolutely nothing for himself. He never did one single
                            thing. He always had somebody to wait on him. He would ride up on a
                            horse and all he had to do was just throw the reins and yell, "Jim" or
                            "Joe" and somebody would come and take his horse. Or his clothes were
                            washed and laid out for him and the fires were built and food was
                            prepared. And Daddy just thought that all that just came about by magic.
                            He never did do one single thing in his life. He never washed a dish or
                            cooked a meal or washed his clothes or curried a horse. He <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> could hardly learn to drive an automobile,
                            because he was just so used to somebody doing everything. But that's the
                            way that he was brought up. He was a very honorable man, but he was
                            brought up to think that he was the <pb id="p11" n="11"/> Lord of
                            Creation. Everybody else seemed inferior. He was very kind about it, but
                            black people were just so far down the scale that you just never thought
                            of them except as somebody to wait on you. He thought Easter was a fine
                            woman and he treated them all with great respect, but Daddy was a child
                            of his time. But he was a child of his times not really, because
                            although freedom had come, they had maintained this system as it was
                            before the war. When my grandmother died, the system at the plantation
                            there was just the same as before the slaves were freed. except that
                            they were paid a little something. But Granny Foster still had the same
                            number of servants, she still had them living in the back yard, she
                            still had Easter, who slept at the foot of her bed. And Easter would
                            bathe her every morning, even. She didn't have to bathe herself. And
                            when my father went off, he had a body servant, you see, that went to
                            school with him for awhile. A Negro boy that waited on him when he was
                            on the plantation, but I think that he sent him home from school. <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> But <gap reason="unknown"/> he really had a very
                            fine education. He met my mother in Memphis. He got to be the pastor of
                            the Idlewild Presbyterian Church. Now, coming to my mother's family . .
                            . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Did your father come . . . he went to Heidelberg and Edinburgh and came
                            back to Memphis?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, he went to Heidleberg and Edinburgh and the University of Berlin
                            and then he took the Grand Tour and went to the Holy Land and all the
                            sacred places. No, he came back and the first church, I think, was in
                            Tennessee at Mt. Pleasant. Then from there, he went to Memphis and
                            became the pastor of the Idlewild Presbyterian Church and that's where
                            he met my mother. Now, do you want me to tell you about my mother? Her
                                <gap reason="unknown"/> mother was Josephine Rice and they lived in
                            the Tennessee Valley at a place <pb id="p12" n="12"/> called Somerville.
                            And I was brought up on the tale about this huge brick house in the
                            Tennessee Valley<ref id="ref1" target="n1">1</ref> and the huge
                            plantation and all the luxury and wealth. My great grandfather was named
                            Green Pryor Rice. Green P. Rice. That's his silhoutte there and I have a
                            portrait of him too. He had been a Presbyterian preacher himself, I
                            believe, but he got into the legislature of Alabama and there is a lot
                            about him in Alabama history because he was in the legislature of
                            Alabama and the Senate for a long time and in one of those books, it
                            goes on about his distinguished appearance and great oratorical ability
                            and his brilliant mind. Then, it ends up by saying, "Mr. Rice had all
                            the attributes of a great man and no doubt he would have achieved far
                            more fame than he did except for an unfortunate weakness for the
                            bottle." " <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> That's in the book.
                            I was brought up on this idea that he was a great planter, hundreds of
                            slaves.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>He was originally from Alabama?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I think he came from Kentucky. Turner Rice, he's a cousin and is a
                            nut on the subject of genealogy and he has studied the Rice family until
                            he knows every person in every generation and if there is anybody that
                            really wants to know about the Rice family, they can get it from those
                            papers that he sent me, because he has made a life study of the Rice
                            family. And he had gone back to England and of course, like all of them,
                            they came over here because they couldn't get on in England, they were
                            poor. </p>
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                        <p>Everybody wants to carry on like they came from some great noble family,
                            but it is a matter of fact that they all came over because they were
                            poor and they weren't doing so well. If they had done well, they would
                            have stayed. It's like the people in Virginia, you can <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> tell them that your people were from Virginia,
                            but <gap reason="unknown"/> they always look at you like there is
                            something peculiar there, because nobody would have left Virginia if
                            they were doing, <pb id="p13" n="13"/> well, because of course, Virginia
                            is Paradise. Well, we felt the same way in Alabama about the people that
                            went to Texas. I know that I used to tease Lyndon Johnson about going
                            from Alabama to Texas, his family, because we felt like anybody that
                            went to Texas had the sheriff after them. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note> This was always the big joke you know, if you
                            went to Texas, you got out mighty quick. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note> The point is that nobody moves if they are doing
                            well. They all stay where they are if they are doing very well. In any
                            case, my grandmother on my Mother's side was named Josephine Rice and I
                            heard that when she married, the slaves were lined up in two ranks from
                            the house to the gate and her father gave her fifteen slaves when she
                            married. All of which was a total and complete myth because my father
                            and I went up to the TVA for the dedication of a dam, the Wheeler Dam,
                            so it was not far from Somerville and we decided that we would go and
                            see it and this great plantation and great big house <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> and this is the kind of myth, you
                            see, that southerners are brought up on. Everybody has an old plantation
                            and <gap reason="unknown"/> the houses get bigger and bigger. So, we
                            turned aside on to a country road and found Somerville, which is an old
                            decaying village that has a great deal of charm, but it was just
                            moulding in the ground. It was built around a square like old New
                            England towns and you could see that at one time before the Civil War,
                            it must have been a charming little place. We asked about the Rice place
                            and they knew about it, so we went out. And sure enough, there was a
                            brick house and it consisted of two rooms with a dogtrot in between and
                            a loft up above. That was all the brick house there was. It was brick
                            all right. But it had two rooms and a dogtrot in the middle and upstairs
                            was this loft. And then in the back, of course, they had the kitchen.
                            There wasn't any great plantation at all. There was a boy here in
                            Montgomery who was doing his Ph.D. thesis on the effect of slave
                            ownership <pb id="p14" n="14"/> on the votes in the legislature before
                            the war. So, I asked him if he would look up my grandfather whom I had
                            heard had hundreds of slaves. So, he looked him up and found that he had
                            twelve slaves. The <gap reason="unknown"/> great plantation and the
                            great brick mansion and the hundreds of slaves just turned out to be a
                            perfect myth. I think that they were fairly well off and he was in the
                            legislature and he was a public man and they probably lived very
                            comfortably. </p>
                        <milestone n="2959" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="00:34:44"/>
                        <milestone n="6947" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="00:34:45"/>
                        <p>But my Grandfather Patterson, Josiah Patterson, <gap reason="unknown"/>
                            came down <gap reason="unknown"/> as a poor boy . . . and now, there is
                            a great big genealogy on the Pattersons. They were Scotch people,
                            Presbyterian too, but I don't know how close the relationship is, the
                            names are all the same, Malcolm and other Scotch names. But my
                            grandfather Patterson came down to the Tennessee Valley as a poor boy
                            out of the mountains and was a school teacher.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Josiah Patterson is your mother's father?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Josiah Patterson was my mother's father. And he met my grandmother,
                            Josephine Rice and they married. She married him when he was just a poor
                            young school teacher. So, this was not supposed to be a great marriage
                            on her part. Her sister, Miss Molly Rice, married one of the Weakleys,
                            which was supposed to be a great catch. He was very rich and had a lot
                            of land, but unfortunately, I was always told, he died in the gutter as
                            a drunkard. I remember that I used to look in the gutters all the time .
                            . . I had heard so often that he died in the gutter and that seemed to
                            be the fate of a great many people, they died in the gutter, a drunkard.
                            So, I was always looking in the gutters thinking that I would find
                            somebody lying there. But poor Aunt Molly had a very hard time. She is
                            part of the story too, about my father and her sons. But in any case, my
                            grandmother married Josiah Patterson and when the war broke out, he went
                            off and he was a captain in the 20th Alabama Cavalry and he fought under
                            Nathan Bedford Forrest <pb id="p15" n="15"/> and I was told he was a
                            dashing cavalryman and a very attractive man. I was always told about
                            how when the war was over, he was caught in Selma at the last battle of
                            the Confederacy. He had promised some young ladies, the Wilkinsons, that
                            he would come back for Sunday dinner. Well, of course, the army was all
                            captured in the Battle of Selma and they were being marched to
                            Montgomery and when the dark came, he fell in a ditch by the wayside
                            that had a lot of water in it and lay there for hours with his nose
                            above the water while the columns marched by, all the captured soldiers.
                            And then he went on back to Selma and the Misses Wilkinsons dried him
                            out and cleaned up his clothes and he was there for Sunday dinner. He
                            died before I was born, too, but the picture I had of him was one of
                            this dashing young man, you know, and he was the one that we always
                            though was such a great Confederate soldier and we were always brought
                            up to think that he was just the grandest thing in the world. He didn't
                            send any substitute for the war. After the Civil War, he moved to
                            Memphis to be near Nathan Bedford Forrest, who was there. And he became
                            a lawyer. You know, Forrest was a slave trader, he wasn't supposed to be
                            an aristocrat at all. I don't know what happened to him after the war,
                            but I know that he had a lot of power in that section of Tennessee I
                            think he started the KKK. So, my grandfather became a lawyer and then he
                            was elected to Congress and he was in Congress a long time, a very
                            conservative man. He <gap reason="unknown"/> is all written up in Vann
                            Woodward's book, <hi rend="i">The Origins of the New South.</hi> He was
                            a gold bug, you see, he was a conservative man and believed in the gold
                            standard and fought William Jennings Bryan. <gap reason="unknown"/> He
                            got beat because Bryan came down to Memphis and spoke against him and
                            nailed him to the cross of gold, as they said. But then he became . . .
                            not only was he a lawyer, but he also became the custodian of Shiloh,
                            you know, the great park, the Confederate Shiloh memorial park.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>That's where I'm from.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p16" n="16"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Shiloh, Mississippi?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>No, Savannah, but it's right near there, about ten miles from Shiloh.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>You mean it is in Tennessee? Well, he became the custodian of that, that
                            was just a sort of a, you know, he was an old Confederate soldier and
                            this was just kind of a sinecure. I don't think that he had to do
                            anything but ride around it a couple of times a year and look it over.
                            But he was honored, you see, by having been a Confederate soldier. </p>
                        <milestone n="6947" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="00:39:31"/>
                        <milestone n="2960" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="00:39:32"/>
                        <p>I always used to think that it was funny when we were being accused of
                            trying to overthrow the government by violence or force or something,
                            because we were trying to get the vote or get some rights for people,
                                <gap reason="unknown"/> we were constantly being accused of being
                            part of a conspiracy to overthrow the government by force or violence,
                                <gap reason="unknown"/> particularly in the Eastland hearings. I
                            often thought that it was <gap reason="unknown"/> strange that here was
                            my grandfather who spent four years trying to overthrow the government
                            by force, fought in the cavalry and he was honored and got elected to
                            Congress and became a very honored man and he was head of the Shiloh
                            Cemetery. I've often thought how strange it was because those who
                            actually did it became great honored figures whereas us grandchildren
                            were reviled because we were trying to get the vote. Well, the South is
                            a peculiar place.</p>
                        <milestone n="2961" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="00:40:41"/>
                        <milestone n="6948" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="00:40:42"/>
                        <p>Well, anyway, he did live and was a very honored man and did well in his
                            law practice and he had a son named Malcolm Patterson who also went to
                            Congress and became the governor of Tennessee. That was my mother's
                            brother. Now, my uncle Malcolm Patterson, I used to see him. He was a
                            great orator and he had three wives and he was also accused, fairly or
                            unfairly, of being too fond of the bottle, but in any case he got <pb
                                id="p17" n="17"/> beat by . . . he had a very tragic thing happen to
                            him which ruined his career. He was the governor of Tennessee and was
                            married to his third wife. The first wife committed suicide, the second
                            wife died. He was married to his third wife. I can't remember all the
                            children, but he had a lot of them, but there was a big fight in
                            Nashville and one of his enemies was named Edward Carmack he was the
                            editor of the Nashville <hi rend="i">Tennesseean,</hi> Carmack, and he
                            had a series of very bitter editorials against my uncle who was the
                            governor. Now, what they were about, I still don't know. To this day and
                            hour, I've tried to inquire, but I still don't know what the political
                            situation was that made him so bitter, but he was a very bitter enemy of
                            my uncle. Maybe you can find that out, because I never was able to find
                            it out. So, his third wife told me the following story. She said that
                            they were sitting at breakfast . . . she was much younger than he was
                            and they hadn't been married very long, and she said that the Coopers
                            came by. The Coopers were great supporters of my uncle and they were
                                <gap reason="unknown"/> son and father. They came by and they told
                            my uncle that they were going down and kill Carmack because he had been
                            so vicious in his attacks on my uncle. And so, she said my uncle
                            remonstrated with them and they said that no, they were determined to
                            kill him. And so, they went off and my uncle said to my aunt, "Do you
                            suppose that they could possibly kill Carmack?" She said, "Oh, Malcolm,
                            don't go, you would be involved in it and they might kill you." She said
                            that she threw her arms around him and held him, but he broke away and
                            went down and they had already killed Carmack. He was lying in a pool of
                            blood down there in the center of Nashville. So, the two Coopers were
                            convicted of the murder and were to be hanged, <gap reason="unknown"/>
                            and <gap reason="unknown"/> Uncle Malcolm <gap reason="unknown"/>
                            pardoned them and that absolutely ruined his political life. He was at
                            that time considered to be sort of the rising <pb id="p18" n="18"/>
                            star.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Do you remember what year that was?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, that was in the early 1900's.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>And your mother was married to your father and living in Birmingham at
                            the time?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. But my uncle ruined his political career completely. I think that he
                            was elected in his later life to a judgeship or given one in Memphis.
                            But he knew that it would, he told my mother, "Annie, of course, this is
                            going to ruin my political life and I will never be elected to political
                            office again, but I cannot let my friends hang. I know that they did it
                            for me, as unwise as it was and I can't let them hang." Now, whether
                            that was noble or silly depends on your point of view. After that, Uncle
                            Malcolm practiced law in Memphis and then he became a great . . . (you
                            know that he had been accused of drinking so much) and he became a great
                            prohibition advocate. He used to go all over making prohibition speeches
                            and he was a wonderful orator and used to attract thousands of people to
                            the cause of prohibition. I remember him coming to our house and having
                            a meeting in the city auditorium or some theater and speaking on
                            prohibition. That <gap reason="unknown"/> was a great political cause in
                            the South for years, you know, the fight against prohibition. I never
                            knew him well at all, he was a very self-absorbed man. </p>
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                        <milestone n="6949" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="00:45:51"/>
                        <p>Even my mother never got on too well with him, because she always said
                            that Malcolm was a very self-absorbed man and he was. He was a man that
                            led his own life and his own career. A brilliant man, but a very
                            self-absorbed man. Her <gap reason="unknown"/> sister married a Mr.
                            Edward LeMaster and they did extremely well in the real estate business.
                            But my grandfather died, that's Josiah Patterson, but not until my
                            mother had married my father, you see. All the Pattersons went to the
                            Idlewild <pb id="p19" n="19"/> Presbyterian Church. So, my mother
                            married my father and my sister and brother were born in Memphis. My
                            sister, Josephine, married Hugo Black, and Sterling Foster married a
                            girl from North Carolina name Alma Kalbfleisch.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>This is your sister-in-law?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. In any case, my father moved into Memphis and he became the minister
                            of the Idelwild Presbyterian Chirch. You see, this was the southern
                            Presbyterian Church . . .</p>
                    </sp>

                    <p>
                        <note anchored="yes">
                            <p>[END OF TAPE 1, SIDE A]</p>
                        </note>
                    </p>
                </div2>
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                    <head>[TAPE 1, SIDE B]</head>
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                        <p>[START OF TAPE 1, SIDE B]</p>
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                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>which had withdrawn from the U.S. Presbyterian Church in the Civil War.
                            Then he came to Birmingham and became the pastor of the South Highland
                            Presbyterian church, which is on the corner of 20th Street and Highland
                            Avenue. And we had a rectory or . . . they didn't call it a rectory but
                            a parsonage on Rose Avenue, which was several blocks from it. And oh, I
                            also look on that life as just sheer unequalled bliss.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>And that's where you were living when you were born?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I was born when we were living in a house nearer the church. There
                            was a parsonage there then off of Highland Avenue and </p>
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                        <milestone n="2962" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="00:48:15"/>
                        <p>I can remember that mother said when I was born, I was redfaced and
                            hungry all the time. She was nursing me for months and months and she
                            said that if she was fifteen minutes late, I'd scream and the whole
                            neighborhood would be <pb id="p20" n="20"/> upset because I screamed so
                            loud. I always wanted what I wanted and I always wanted something to
                            eat. Evidently, I was a very lusty, redfaced, loudmouthed child. But I
                            was a terrible disappointment because I wasn't a son. You see, they had
                            picked out a name. They had named my brother for Daddy's father,
                            Sterling Johnson Foster and they were going to name another boy for her
                            father, Josiah Patterson Foster. So, I came along you see, and I was a
                            disappointment because I was a girl. So, I used to spend hours trying to
                            kiss my elbow because they told me that if I kissed my elbow, I'd turn
                            into a boy. And I suppose that I spent hours of my life trying to kiss
                            my elbow, which of course, you can't do. Did you ever try it? You never
                            heard that, that if you kissed your elbow, you would turn into a boy?
                            Well, they told me and I believed most anything that I heard. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> Daddy used to say that if I broke
                            my arm, I could kiss my elbow and I never was able to do it. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> But I was brought up with this
                            feeling that I had disappointed my father by not being a boy. But my
                            mother championed me, so my mother was my champion in the family and my
                            father was the one that I always felt hadn't been so delighted when I
                            came along. And my sister was his great favorite anyway. I was more like
                            him. He talked a lot and I talked a lot and he had a lot of curiousity
                            and I had a lot of curiousity and he lost his temper, I lost my temper.
                            And I defied him, you know. And then, I was scared of him in a way,
                            because he would spank us with folded newspapers, which didn't hurt a
                            bit, <gap reason="unknown"/> but it frightened us because it was so
                            noisy and he was so noisy. He had a very powerful personality. Then, he
                            used to give us "Pluto Water." He had a feeling that he could cure
                            anything with "Pluto <pb id="p21" n="21"/> Water" and castor oil. Have
                            you ever tasted "Pluto Water?"</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I don't even know what it is.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, you know what castor oil is, well, "Pluto Water" came from some
                            springs (French Lick Springs) up in Indiana and it had a red devil on
                            the outside of the bottle, so when we got sick, whatever we had, he
                            would put us in the tub and give us orange juice laced with castor oil,
                            the most horrible combination I could think of. Then, to get rid of the
                            castor oil, we would have to drink a big glass of "Pluto Water." Well,
                            we would usually throw it up, that's why he did it in the tub, you see.
                            But he would keep on doing it until we finally got it down. Of course,
                            the next day we were purged of everything in us. Well, maybe it did cure
                            us, anyway, we were all fairly healthy. But it was a drastic means, I
                            must say.</p>
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                        <milestone n="6950" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="00:51:42"/>
                        <p>We <gap reason="unknown"/> would go to Sunday School on Sunday and church
                            and being the preacher's family, we had to go to Sunday School and
                            church and then in the afternoon, we had to go to Christian Endeavor or
                            whatever the young people's thing was and then we had to go to night
                            service. Four times on Sunday. On Wednesday, we had to go to prayer
                            meeting. And of course, Mother had to go to ladies meetings, too and of
                            course, Daddy had meetings with the session. So, the church absorbed our
                            life. Then, we would have prayers in the morning. We would come down and
                            have morning prayer before breakfast. At that time, we had two servants,
                            my nurse, who was named Alice, we called her Nursey, and then a cook who
                            was a wonderful cook, and her name was Sally.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Were both of the servants black?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh yes. And oh, Sally used to cook wonderful breakfasts too, like grits
                            and gravy and broiled chicken and sweet potatoes. She never would <pb
                                id="p22" n="22"/> come to the prayer service because she was cooking
                            breakfast and so, we would have to have about a half hour, kneel down
                            and pray and Daddy would pray and read the Bible and this was part of
                            being a preacher's child. Of course, we were always in agony with
                            impatience to get to the table and eat breakfast. We always thought that
                            breakfast was the reward for the prayer effort, this was what God
                            blessed you with.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now, how much older were Sterling and Josephine than you?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, my sister was about four years older and he was about five or six
                            years older.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Sterling was the oldest?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>He was the oldest and he was a very handsome boy. He adored my mother,
                            absolutely worshipped her. He was kind of scared of Daddy, too. Daddy
                            expected him to be very brilliant and he wasn't. My poor brother was
                            always being fussed at and held in shame because he wasn't brilliant in
                            school. Daddy lavished most of his devotion on . . . I'm sure that he
                            was fond of us, but the love of his life was my sister, Josephine. He
                            absolutely adored <gap reason="unknown"/> her. <gap reason="unknown"/> I
                            never saw such a worship in my life. She could do no wrong and he
                            excused her from everything and she was an unusally sweet, beautiful
                            child and everyone adored her. She was delicate sort of and I was
                            supposed to be the bad child and she was the good child and I was the
                            ugly child and she was the pretty child and I was the mean child and had
                            a high temper and she was the sweet child. Now, I know that this is just
                            all exaggeration, because I was loved by my mother and I remember that I
                            was told by her that I was a sweet, beautiful child; I could be if I
                            wanted to and didn't lose my temper. <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note> Which I did. I had a nurse and she was devoted to me. So,
                            really, my early life <pb id="p23" n="23"/> was joyful. You know, I
                            never went to bed . . . it shows how spoiled I was, but I never went
                            that either my mother or my nurse didn't lie by me and pat me to sleep.
                            I was a terribly privileged child and I was brought up in a little
                            cocoon of love and devotion and care and I was always surrounded by
                            somebody looking after me. I was just adored by my mother and my nurse,
                            anyway. <gap reason="unknown"/> I even liked going to church. Mother
                            would let me go to sleep and put my head in her lap and I loved Sunday
                            School, I thought that was lots of fun. We'd sing, "Bright <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> the Corner Where You Are" and get little presents
                            and pictures of Jesus.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Was this church a status church?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. It was one of the leading churches and it was very fundamentalist.
                            Now, the first great trauma of my life, and that must have happened when
                            I was about six or seven, I suppose. I think that it was my seventh
                            birthday and we were down in Union Springs and everything was glorious
                            and happy and I told you about my sister being called, "Miss Sis" . . .
                            . did I get that on tape?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>No.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, as for that, . . . . I was all of seven, so she must have been ten
                            or eleven and <gap reason="unknown"/> Aunt May from New York was down
                            there and she had her daughter. </p>
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                        <p> Aunt May had married a great friend of my father's from Memphis, named
                            Mr. Johnston and she had divorced him, which was almost unheard of in
                            those days. And Aunt May was there with her daughter, she had divorced
                            Mr. Johnston and had married another man who was an Irishman . . . what
                            was his name? It'll come to me.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>She lived in New York?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>She lived in New York and she was very fashionable. She dressed in great
                            style, you know, and spent a lot of money and went abroad a lot. Her
                            daughter Elizabeth, married very rich men. The last <pb id="p24" n="24"
                            /> one was Count von Furstenberg, who was a German count. And they had a
                            daughter named Betsy von Furstenberg who is an actress now in New York.
                            She was and still is quite a well known actress. Aunt May was determined
                            to live the . . . she would be a jet setter now. It was all kept up, of
                            course, by the money from the plantation.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Not by her husband's money?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No. She married a rather poor man and the family looked down on him
                            because he was Catholic and Irish and didn't have any money. I think
                            that he had a lot of charm, but he didn't know how to hunt or shoot and
                            he was always sort of looked down on as though Aunt May had made a very
                            serious mistake, which I'm sure must have irritated her very much,
                            because her brothers were not very kind about Mr . . . . what was his
                            name? Leary, Mr. Leary, an Irish name. Well, poor Mr. Leary had a pretty
                            hard time, too, because he came down at Christmas time and all the men
                            went hunting, you know, and he was left behind or else he was taken out
                            and made fun of because he couldn't shoot. He didn't know anything about
                            horses and was a city boy and they all thought that he had married Aunt
                            May for her money and that she was always getting more than her share
                            out of grandmother and there was always friction there. I was conscious
                            of it. Anyway, she came this summer and she heard the little black
                            children in the back yard calling my sister, "Sis." And my brother
                            called her, "Sis," and I called her, "Sister." Now, although she was the
                            angel of the family and I was supposed to be the devil, I adored her.
                            The fact that I was not supposed to be up to her didn't keep me from
                            loving her. She was <gap reason="unknown"/> just such a sweet spirited
                            person. I really adored her. She was one of the loves of my life. This
                            episode was so typical of her, because Aunt May sent Easter out to tell
                            the little <pb id="p25" n="25"/> black children that they couldn't call
                            her, "Sis." They had to call her "Miss Josephine." So, that was sort of
                            a warning of thing you know. Our idyllic days were over. So, when they
                            were told this, they were all sort of astonished and hurt and we were
                            all kind of hurt and didn't know what it was about. Here, Sister who had
                            been playing with them all of her life had to be called "Miss Josephine"
                            all of a sudden.' So, Sister said to them, "Now, you don't have to call
                            me ‘Miss Josephine,’ you just call me ‘Miss Sis.' " So, everybody after
                            that called her Miss Sis and that got to be her nickname. The white
                            children and the black children all called her "Miss Sis." She solved
                            the issue by not hurting anybody's feelings. She spent her life doing
                            that. </p>
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                        <milestone n="2964" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:00:57"/>
                        <p>But in any case, the great trauma was that when my birthday came along, I
                            had always had my birthday celebrations in Union Springs because it was
                            in August and we were usually down there in August. This time, I was
                            seven years old and I was going to school the next fall. I always had my
                            birthday in the back yard with the black children and we would have
                            barbeque and they would let us barbeque over a little pit that they
                            would dig for us. So, this time, my mother and grandmother and aunts and
                            all said that I had to have it in the front yard and with just the white
                            children, no black children could come to the party. Well, I got very
                            angry about that and the main thing was that I wanted the barbeque.
                                <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> You see, they would dig a
                            pit in the back yard, which was sandy, and then the cook would give us
                            chickens and we would build a grill over the hole and build a fire and
                            then we were allowed to baste the chickens and turn them over and of
                            course, by the time that we got through, they were full of sand, but to
                            me, (this had been my usual birthday party) and to me, this was a great
                            event. Here I was presiding over the chickens, you know. Well, anyway, I
                            had a tantrum at breakfast and made strong protest about <pb id="p26"
                                n="26"/> the party in the afternoon and no barbeque. So, they agreed
                            that I could have the barbeque in the morning and the party in the
                            afternoon. This was the compromise that they reached.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>The barbeque was in the backyard?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>With the black children and the party would be in the front yard with the
                            white children. Well, Elizabeth, Aunt May's daughter was there and Aunt
                            May would bring a French maid with her when she came, if you can
                            imagine. You can imagine how happy the French maid was. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> Aunt May, as you could say,
                            really put on airs. Anyway, Elizabeth was always dressed up in these
                            beautiful dresses with sashes and everything matching and her hair
                            curled . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Was Elizabeth your age or about your age?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>She was a little older than I was, about my sister's age. So, we had the
                            barbeque and everything was going on fine and we were dividing up the
                            chicken and one of the little black girls was tearing up the chicken and
                            she offered a piece to Elizabeth and Elizabeth, who must have felt like
                            an outcast in this group anyway, she all of a sudden said, "Don't you
                            give me any chicken out of that black hand of yours. I'm not going to
                            eat any chicken that your black hand has touched, you little
                        nigger."</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>So, how did you respond when your cousin said that?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, you see, the little girl that did it was my nurse's little girl.
                            You see, I was brought up with her. My nurse had a little girl just
                            about my age and I was brought up with her, she and I played together
                            all the time. Now, Nursey didn't live on the place. She had a husband or
                            a beau who would come and get her every night. I forget his name, we
                            just called him Nursey's beau or whatever. He was a tall yellow man and
                            he would come every night and take her home. My mother resented this
                            because she wanted her to stay on the place. So that she would get up
                                <pb id="p27" n="27"/> with us in the night, I reckon. But anyway,
                            mother liked the servants to live on the place and Nursey refused to
                            live on the place, she went home every night with this tall yellow man.
                            Sarah wasn't his daughter, she was the daughter of the first husband.
                            Sarah and I were just raised together there in the kitchen and played
                            together and I was very fond of her. So, it was Sarah that offered
                            Elizabeth a piece of chicken and she said, "I'm not going to take
                            anything from your black hand, you little nigger." Well, I got furious
                            with her and threw the chicken at her and also tried to throw a knife at
                            her, which got me to bed very promptly, because she said that I had
                            tried to kill her or something. And I was furious. They put me to bed
                            for being so bad. I called her a damn fool, too. Now, how I heard that,
                            I don't know. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                        </p>
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                        <milestone n="2965" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:06:16"/>
                        <p>But you know, the curious thing is and this is a true story that you
                            won't hardly believe, but this is an absolutely true story. Years and
                            years later, I was in Washington working against the poll tax and I was
                            working with a Mrs. Spraggs, who was a black woman, a very light woman,
                            from Birmingham, Alabama, who wrote for the Chicago <hi rend="i"
                                >Defender.</hi> So, she and I got to be very friendly, we would kid
                            each other about being from Birmingham, you know. And I would always
                            call her Mrs. Spraggs and she would call me Mrs. Durr. We were being
                            formal, but we were being . . . if I had called her Venice and she
                            called me Virginia, that would have been fine, but she couldn't call me
                            Mrs. Durr and I call her Venice, you see, and she never would call me
                            Virginia. We were working toward a new relationship, if you know what I
                            mean. So, she called me Mrs. Durr and I called her Mrs. Spraggs. She was
                            a very handsome woman, very smart indeed. She worked in the NYA with
                            Aubrey Williams and then she had come to Washington and was a
                            correspondent for the Chicago <hi rend="i">Defender,</hi> which was a
                            big Negro newspaper. One of the <pb id="p28" n="28"/> largest in the
                            country and she was supporting the anti-poll tax fight and we were quite
                            friendly. So, she came up to me one day and said, "Mrs. Durr, my
                            mother-in-law is visiting me from Birmingham. She wants to see you." I
                            said, "Who is that?" She said, "Her name is Mrs. Spraggs." I didn't know
                            who in the world it could be, I had never heard of a Mrs. Spraggs. She
                            said, "She knows you." I said, "I'm sorry, but I don't have the least
                            recollection in my entire life of knowing anybody named Mrs. Spraggs."
                            So, about a year later, she came up to me again and said, "Now, Mrs.
                            Durr, my mother-in-law is visiting with me and she wants to see you. Her
                            name is Mrs. Spraggs." And I said, "Mrs. Spraggs? I would like to see
                            her. Bring her down to the office, but I have no recollection of Mrs.
                            Spraggs at all." Well, the third year, she came to me and said, "Mrs.
                            Durr, my sister-in-law would like to see you, she's visiting me and she
                            knew you as a little girl." I said, "What is her name, and at that
                            point, she said, "Sarah Spraggs." Well, you see, I had never known
                            Nursey by her name at all.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>So, the mother-in-law was . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Was my old nurse and I had never known her name. Here she was, the love
                            of my life and she raised me from a baby for all those seven years and I
                            adored her, but I never knew her name. She was either Nursey or Alice.
                            You see, her daughter-in-law would not call her by her old name, she
                            kept telling me that she was "Mrs. Spraggs," and I didn't know who Mrs.
                            Spraggs was. I had never heard of Nursey being called Mrs. Spraggs. It
                            just shows you just how completely backwards I was. But she did say, <hi
                                rend="i">"Sarah</hi> Spraggs." So, I immediately recognized Sarah.
                            Well, Sarah came and she was a handsome woman then and we were both then
                            in our thirties and I said to Venice Spraggs, "Bring her down to the <pb
                                id="p29" n="29"/> office and we'll have lunch together." Well, the
                            problem then was where in the name of God to have lunch with two black
                            women. At that time, the only place that you could have lunch in
                            Washington was at the YWCA, that was the only place that you could go
                            that was integrated, black and white together. But there was a Chinese
                            restaurant right near the office. So, I called up this Chinese
                            restaurant and asked them if they would take us . . . . well, anyway we
                            went there and they did take us and put us in a sort of a little private
                            room. So, it was Sarah and we had a wonderful time talking about our
                            childhood and our early life and Nursey by that time had died, you see.
                            So, I missed seeing her because I didn't know her name. But the thing
                            that Sarah remembered about me was when I threw the knife at my cousin
                            because she called her a little nigger and wouldn't eat the chicken out
                            of her hand. She had remembered that all her life, and I <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> remembered it too. And that was the thing that
                            she remembered most about me. We tried to stay in touch with each other,
                            but then I think <gap reason="unknown"/> she finally went to Chicago and
                            finally faded out. I can't find her. I think that she got to be a school
                            teacher. This is the difficulty, here I was, just as intimate with Sarah
                            and Nursey and the tall yellow man, it was as though they were members
                            of my family, and yet, I literally never knew what their name was. </p>
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                        <p>But anyway, going back to the barbeque, I was acting badly. So, when I
                            came down to dinner, one o'clock dinner, you see, there was always
                            dinner in the middle of the day. Oh, my Aunt May and all of them were
                            out to get me in trouble, "Oh, Annie, You've got the wors child. She
                            said, ‘Goddamn.’ " I was the real villain and of course, I began to cry
                            because I felt that everybody was against me, so I went out on the
                            backporch and sat in Nursey's lap and she hugged me and kissed me and
                            comforted me. Then, the party came on, this was the white party. They
                                <pb id="p30" n="30"/> had a summerhouse on the front lawn. I had had
                            typhoid fever the year before, very severe typhoid fever and they
                            starved you in those days, they literally gave you nothing to eat. They
                            gave you ice baths to keep your fever down and all that you could eat
                            was water and white of egg or something beaten up in it. They gave you
                            absolutely no food at all and I was just in a state of starvation. I
                            don't know how many pounds I lost. I was so weak when it was over that I
                            couldn't walk, I learned how to walk all over again. That's how I got
                            curly hair, though, that's one thing that happened, my hair got curly
                            from the high fever or something. That really is true, I never had very
                            curly hair when I was younger and after I had typhoid fever, I got very
                            curly hair. Have you ever heard of that before? I never heard of it
                            either, but that's what my mother always said happened. But in any case,
                            all during my convelesence, I would be planning my birthday party. I was
                            going to have a pink dress, a pink sash . . . I loved pink, and pink
                            slippers and pink socks and a pink birthday cake and pink ice cream.
                            Well, I did. I had a pair of pink kid slippers and pair of pink socks
                            and a pink organdy dress and all embroidered and ruffled and laced and I
                            had a pink sash and a pink bow in my hair and I had a pink cake and pink
                            ice cream. And you would have thought that I would have been the
                            happiest thing in the world, I had everything just as I wanted, presents
                            and all. But the other little white children, they were just gathered
                            from the town, you know, little girls and boys that I should know, but I
                            didn't and none of the little black children could come, and I was in
                            disgrace from calling my cousin a damn fool and throwing a knife at her.
                            So, all of a sudden, I had a tantrum. I lay down on the ground and
                            yelled and screamed and kicked and was put to bed again. The party went
                            on without me. I was again in <pb id="p31" n="31"/> disgrace and so,
                            when I went down to the table that night for supper, my mother by this
                            time was quite worried about me because this was the second time that I
                            had been put to bed on my birthday.</p>
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                        <milestone n="2966" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:14:41"/>
                        <p>And the whole family thought that I was just the most vicious child in
                            the whole world. I had said, "Goddamn," and thrown a knife at my cousin.
                            I don't think that they thought about my taking up for Sarah, it was my
                            action toward my cousin. Well, bless God if they didn't all start after
                            me again at the dinner table. "Annie, you've got the worst child that
                            I've ever known, you've got to do something about her." Well, I got mad
                            again and threw a glass of water at my cousin or my aunt, I don't know
                            which. I had another tantrum and I was banished. I went on the back
                            porch again, crying and sat in Nursey's lap and I could hear, it was
                            right outside the dining room door and I heard my aunt say, "Annie,
                            you've got to do something about that child." This was my Aunt May, the
                            fashionable New Yorker, "She is the worst child that I have ever known
                            in my life." She said, "Now, I do think that you have got to do
                            something about that nurse of hers that spoils her so badly. She kisses
                            and hugs that woman all the time. And you know, all those black women
                            have disease and you don't know what she'll catch." Here I was sitting
                            in Nursey's lap and of course, Nursey heard all of this. My mother
                            didn't take up for Nursey but she took up for me.</p>
                        <p>She did try to take up for her daughter, but she didn't try to take up
                            for her nurse and neither did my grandmother. You see, the nurse had
                            been coming down there for seven years of my life and spending almost
                            every summer and they knew her and they knew what a good woman she was
                            and knew how kind she had been to us and what a faithful servant she was
                            and yet, they did not defend her from this charge of being . . . of
                            course, it was venereal disease that they were talking about. So, Nursey
                            put me to bed that night and lay down by me until I went to sleep and
                            the next morning, <pb id="p32" n="32"/> she was gone. She had taken her
                            daughter and left and she never came back.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>She left on her own?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>She left on her own. She had been insulted and she left. She just up and
                            left. And oh, the shock, to wake up in the morning and find Nursey gone!
                            And Sarah gone. Everybody wondered what in the world had happened.
                            Nobody could imagine why she had gone and I thought I knew, but of
                            course, nobody was paying any attention to me. Maybe Mother had some
                            suspicion of it, I don't know. Well, this was the first really great
                            trauma of my life, because I lost this woman whom I had loved and who
                            had looked after me for seven years. So, when we got back to Birmingham,
                            she had gotten a job in the neighborhood with one of the neighbors and I
                            used to go over and sit in the kitchen and just beg her to come back. Of
                            course, she wouldn't do it. And Mother begged her to come back but she
                            wouldn't do it. And that winter or spring, my grandmother died and I
                            remember that I ran up to tell her that my grandmother had died and
                            somehow I thought that if my grandmother had died, maybe she would come
                            back to us. I associated the whole plantation with my grandmother. But
                            she never came, wouldn't come. The strange thing was, she never lost her
                            fondness for me. She would call occasionally and come to see us
                            occasionally and as I said, years and years later in Washington, she
                            remembered me. That's a curious story isn't it? It is absolutely a true
                            story. But as you can see, between Nursey and Easter, I had a mighty
                            hard time believing in the natural inferiority of the black race. Also,
                            you see, I got accustomed to being looked after by blacks. They were my
                            refuge in times of trouble and that was really the basis of my
                            relationship with Mrs. Bethune, because Mrs. Bethune became translated
                            into the black woman who looked after me and became my protector. But in
                            any case, that was the first great trauma of my life and <pb id="p33"
                                n="33"/> it was a trauma and it really did upset me terribly and it
                            upset my mother. </p>
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                        <milestone n="2967" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:19:16"/>
                        <p>Then, the next thing that happened was that my father was thrown out of
                            the church.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>And how old were you when that happened?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I must have been seven or eight, maybe eight years old. It was
                            shortly after this first trauma. The way that happened was, as I said,
                            he had been to Germany and studied at Berlin and Heidelberg and he had
                            gotten the new theology, which was that the Bible was not literally
                            true, that every word was not dictated by God, but that a lot of it was
                            symbolic. Now, the leading members of the church were my mother's two
                            first cousins, Sam Weakley and John Weakley, who were Aunt Molly's sons.
                            Aunt Molly was my grandmother's sister, she married the rich Mr. Weakley
                            who died, they said, in the gutter from drink. My Grandfather Patterson
                            had taken these two <gap reason="unknown"/> and brought them over to
                            Memphis and they lived in the house with my mother and they went into
                            his office and they both became lawyers and very good lawyers. My mother
                            felt more like they were brothers than first cousins because they had
                            been raised in the house with her. Sam and John Weakley were very
                            devoted and they came back over to Birmingham and Cousin Sam became
                            quite well off as a lawyer and so did Cousin John. They made a lot of
                            money and I think that Cousin Sam was on the Supreme Court for awhile,
                            but maybe just as an appointed judge. He was a great prohibitionist. His
                            father had been a drunkard and he was a great supporter of Uncle Malcolm
                            Patterson, when he became a great prohibitionist. It made everybody most
                            uncomfortable, even over a glass of wine. Wine couldn't be served at the
                            church, you see, you had to have grape juice. I don't think that Uncle
                            John was as conservative as Cousin Sam was, but they were both strict
                            fundamentalist Presbyterians. Then, there <pb id="p34" n="34"/> was Mr.
                            Barron who was head of one of the steel companies. He had a great big
                            beard and looked like Jehovah.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>So, the church was full of fine, upstanding citizens?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Fine, upstanding citizens.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Monied citizens.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Monied citizens and although some of them were working convicts in the
                            mines but they were considered the leading citizens of Birmingham. Of
                            course, you know that in a southern town, the Episcopal church is the
                            most fashionable, the Presbyterian church is next and then come the
                            Methodists and then the Baptists and after that you know . . . of
                            course, the Catholics at that time were hardly considered, there were so
                            few of them . . . but after that would come the evangelical groups, you
                            know. But there was always that rank so that being a Presbyterian, I
                            knew that the Episcopalians . . . it was the same thing as Jacob's
                            Ladder, there was always somebody above you and somebody beneath you.
                                <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> So, the Presbyterian church
                            was highly thought of, but I knew that St. Mary's, the Episcopal church
                            which was not far from us, was the most fashionable church. That was
                            just something that I learned by osmosis. Nobody told me, I just knew
                            it. Anyway, the church people began to suspect that my father was
                            heretical and particularly Cousin John and Cousin Sam. So, he was called
                            up several times and they noticed things that showed that he didn't
                            believe in a literal interpretation of the Bible. So, finally, it got to
                            a decisive point and they called him in and asked if he knew these were
                            heretical sermons that he was giving, in which he did not seem to think
                            that every word of the Bible was literally true. So, he was faced with
                            the problem that he had to declare on oath before the session that he
                            believed that the whale swallowed Jonah and Jonah stayed in the whale's
                            belly for three days and was spewed up alive. And he had <pb id="p35"
                                n="35"/> to swear to that as the literal truth, God given. Well,
                            they gave him a week to make up his mind and they told him that if he
                            didn't make up his mind, he would be denounced as a heretic. Of course,
                            this was done by my mother's two cousins. And Cousin Sam lived right
                            above us in a great big red house, I was devoted to his daughter and to
                            Cousin Sam, they were part of the family, you know. This created quite a
                            terrible breach in the family and Daddy just walked up and down that
                            whole week, I can hear him now, just walking up and down in his study.
                            He had a study upstairs and we were all just terrified, Sister and
                            Brother and I and Mother was crying and the servants were upset. Sally
                            was still there, but of course, Nursey had gone and I forget who else
                            was there. And Mother was always trying to take in Daddy some coffee or
                            buttermilk, to try to get him to eat something and he was up all night.
                            And he would say, "Oh, God. Oh, God." And it wasn't blasphemy, he was
                            really praying. Well anyway, at the end of the week, he went back and
                            told them that he didn't believe it and he was dismissed from the church
                            as a heretic and brought up before . . . let's see, they have a
                            presbytery in each district and then a synod. I believe that he was
                            brought up before the presbytery and the synod as a heretic. Anyway, he
                            never did get another church.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Do you remember how old you were then? You were about seven or eight?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, I was about seven or eight. I was just starting school, I remember
                            and you see, I had had these two traumas all within the same year or the
                            same few months, it seems to me. Of course, I didn't understand what all
                            the theology was about and Daddy had a nervous breakdown. He just
                            couldn't sleep or eat or anything. He was a very high strung man and he
                            went off to French Lick Springs and at French Lick Springs, this is
                            where <pb id="p36" n="36"/> "Pluto Water" came from. This was a great
                            watering place, where you drank "Pluto Water", they bottled it. So,
                            Daddy went off to French Lick Springs to drink "Pluto Water" and Mother
                            was left there with us three children, you see. And I don't know what we
                            lived on, I suppose that my grandmother helped us out. She was
                            prosperous at the time, she hadn't died yet, I know. But I remember
                            going up to Uncle Sam's for Sunday dinner and Mother crying and having
                            an argument with Uncle Sam and she cried and oh, how distressed I was!
                            About that time, I got the idea that the Devil . . . I had been hearing
                            about the Devil, you see. At that time, Hell wasn't something remote, it
                            was right down there underneath <gap reason="unknown"/> you and you
                            burned eternally and the Devil took you and turned you over on the hot
                            coals and let you fry and sizzle. So, I did something that I knew was
                            wrong, maybe I stole a piece of pie out of the icebox or something. I
                            always had a passion for food and for lemon pie. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note> I remember being terrified that the Devil was
                            going to get me and fry me forever, you know, and I was sitting on the
                            stairs crying. Well, this must have been before Daddy got thrown out of
                            the church, it was just about this time, I know. Mother sat by me and
                            put her arm around me and said, "What in the world is the matter?" I was
                            almost hysterical and I said that the Devil was going to send me to hell
                            and fry me forever because I had stolen the pie. She said, "Oh, don't
                            believe a word of that. I don't care what you hear in Sunday School or
                            church, just don't believe a word of that. It is the silliest thing in
                            the wide world. Just don't believe a word of it, there's not a word of
                            truth in it. God is your father and you know that your father does spank
                            you sometimes with a folded newspaper, but that is as much as God would
                            ever do. You know that your father is a very good kind man, so God is a
                            good kind man. Just don't believe it." I said, "But Mother, I hear it
                            every Sunday." She said, <pb id="p37" n="37"/> "Well, just don't believe
                            it. I'm telling you that there is not a word of truth in it." Well,
                            Mother just banished the Devil and Hell right out of my life right then
                            and there. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> She got rid of them.
                            I might have been a better woman if it . . . <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note> It was my permissive raising. </p>
                        <milestone n="2967" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="01:28:50"/>
                        <milestone n="6954" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="01:28:51"/>
                        <p>Anyway, we moved to Memphis then, you see, her sister married Mr.
                            LeMaster. who was a real estate man and he had a little cottage back of
                            his own home on Union Avenue and so we lived there. I can remember how
                            delighted I was, because they had snow and I never had snow before. We
                            went to Idlewild Presbyterian Church and my aunt, Aunt Louise, who we
                            called Oo-Oo, was so sweet to us. She had a great big house and a lot of
                            children and a lot of daughters and everybody there was laughing and gay
                            and she would make waffles for breakfast every morning and I would stop
                            by after my own breakfast and she would give me waffles. She was a very
                            gay, laughing person. And her husband just adored her, Uncle Edward. He
                            never said a word. He made a lot of money and was a good provider and he
                            was a fine man, but a very quiet man.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now, was your father in disgrace at Idlewild Presbyterian Church for
                            having been . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, apparently not. At least, the LeMasters were so prominent in the
                            church and Uncle Edward had done so well and had a big real estate
                            business, and are still a prominent family there, the LeMasters. So,
                            they were just as sweet to us as they could be. But it was hard on my
                            mother, here she had come back home and her husband had been thrown out
                            of the church as a heretic and he was having a nervous breakdown and I
                            remember that he came home for Christmas and went back to French Lick
                            Springs. But then when the spring came on, he got better and in some
                            way, and I don't quite know how this happened, we went back to the
                            parsonage on Rose Avenue. I think that my grandmother had bought it for
                            us, or <pb id="p38" n="38"/> something, because we went back to that
                            same place. Then Daddy went to work for a Mr. Orr, who had been in the
                            church and had a big insurance company. But he sold insurance to black
                            people and I think that Daddy felt rather disgraced selling insurance to
                            black people. He never was much of a business man, but after that, he
                            was in the insurance business for various companies.</p>
                        <p>Mr. Orr was a lovely man and so was his wife. She was the daughter of
                            John T. Milner, who started Birmingham and they had a lot of children.
                            They were lovely people, just as kind and sweet to my mother and father
                            as they could be and to my brother and sister and me too. </p>
                        <milestone n="6954" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="01:31:28"/>
                        <milestone n="2968" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:31:29"/>
                        <p>Then, my grandmother died, I think, shortly after that and Father
                            inherited quite a lot of money. He inherited part of the plantation,
                            which was about 35,000 or 40,000 acres and when it was divided up, he
                            still had a big lot of land, 9,000 or 10,000 acres of land, or however
                            much it was, it was a lot of land. And you see, the boll weevil hadn't
                            come then and the tenants were still on the land and the bank still
                            handled it, so we got an income from that I'm sure. Then, grandmother
                            left some money. I know that we moved shortly after she died. We sold
                            the house on Rose Avenue and built a big house on Niazuma, a big brick
                            house and we bought a Packard automobile. So, I'm sure we . . . we also
                            joined the country club, so I'm sure that some money came in at that
                            time. My mother began to lead a much more fashionable life. She would go
                            to tea parties and I can see her now all dressed up . . . . my
                            grandmother had given her a set of furs and Mother would wear a great
                            big hat with plumes on it and then she would wear her furs and pin
                            violets to her furs and she would smell like violet cologne, Richard
                            Hudnutt's Violet Toilet Water was what she always smelled like. I
                            thought that she was the most beautiful creature in the world and
                            smelled the best. She was a pretty woman. She never learned to play
                            bridge, but she used to go to a lot of luncheons and <pb id="p39" n="39"
                            /> teas and she had a friend named Mrs. Maben, who was a very
                            fashionable woman, and a friend named Mrs. Catniss, who was very
                            fashionable. She belonged to a literary club called the Cadmean Circle
                            where all the leading ladies belonged. Well, the Cadmean Circle was a
                            great institution in Birmingham and was supposed to be just the ultimate
                            of all the proper ladies. But they had to have papers, so they had to
                            have some sense, they couldn't be just fashionable, a group of frivolous
                            ladies. It was both social and literary and Miss Willie Allen, who had a
                            private school, was <gap reason="unknown"/> the leader. You know who
                            Cadmeus is, he sowed teeth, didn't he, and that's where warriors sprang
                            up. It's Greek mythology, as I recall, he was a Greek and sowed teeth
                            and warriors sprang up. Well anyway, it met every Friday afternoon and
                            everybody, at least my mother and I think that most other ladies did the
                            same thing, before the Cadmean Circle met, every window was washed,
                            every bit of woodwork was washed, upstairs and down. Every floor was
                            polished and . . . .</p>
                    </sp>

                    <p>
                        <note anchored="yes">
                            <p>[END OF TAPE 1, SIDE B]</p>
                        </note>
                    </p>
                </div2>
                <div2 id="tape2-a" n="2-A" type="tape_side">
                    <head>[TAPE 2, SIDE A]</head>
                    <note anchored="yes">
                        <p>[START OF TAPE 2, SIDE A]</p>
                    </note>

                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>the china was washed, the silver was polished, the sandwiches and oh, you
                            know, the delicate little sandwiches and the mints and the nuts and the
                            coffee and the tea and everything was perfect. And the flowers, because
                            this was the day that you were judged, all your contemporaries came in
                            and judged you. If there was dust underneath the rug or anything was
                            dirty, then you were slipping and all the rugs were cleaned. Everything
                            was cleaned. It was like the great spring cleaning all rolled into one
                            and just everything was cleaned. I loved it, because they would always
                            have salted almonds and mints and mother would bring <pb id="p40" n="40"
                            /> them to me in the corner of her handkerchief. You could see that I
                            was always looking out for something to eat. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note> That was one of my troubles. So, Mother used to
                            come home from the Cadmean and tie them up in the corner of her
                            handkerchief <gap reason="unknown"/> And the ladies in those days were
                            dressy <gap reason="unknown"/> and everybody wore big hats and chiffons
                            and pearls and white gloves and they would discuss literary subjects.
                            Mother had to write papers and it was a terrible time, everybody had to
                            stop everything an Mother would go to the library and do a tremendous
                            research job and she did very good papers, I understand. The ultimate of
                            Birmingham, or at least of the Birmingham that I grew up in was the
                            Cadmean Circle. I even began to get . . . you see, we belonged to the
                            country club and we lived in this neighborhood, it's no longer
                            fashionable but it was then, on Niazuma Avenue, which is right at the
                            edge of Red Mountain and we had a Packard automobile and we must have
                            had more money than we had later. So, I went to public school but I was
                            beginning to be conscious of social distinctions. </p>
                        <milestone n="2968" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="01:36:47"/>
                        <milestone n="6955" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="01:36:48"/>
                        <p>My best friend at that time, (I had had a lot of friends around Rose
                            Avenue,) but I made new friends whose mothers were sort of fashionable
                            ladies and Pauline Mabin was one that lived in my neighborhood and she
                            and I were great friends. Pauline was a very timid child and she was
                            always scared of dogs; was always just terrified of dogs. So, my mother
                            said that if we would bend down and look at dogs through our legs, they
                            would run away. So, we would and you know, they would run away. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> I'll tell you that in case you
                            ever get caught by a dog, if you bend down and look at them through your
                            legs, they will run away. You see, in those days, you would have an
                            answer for everything, this was a great time when nothing was <pb
                                id="p41" n="41"/> left undecided, there were always answers -
                            whether right or wrong. You talk about the homemade bread. </p>
                        <milestone n="6955" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="01:37:45"/>
                        <milestone n="2969" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:37:46"/>
                        <p>Well, I had a cousin, that was one of the Weakley's too, I forget which,
                            but he married a lady from Minnesota, a Yankee lady. They had a little
                            daughter about my age and she had a birthday party and I remember going
                            to it and we played drop the handkerchief and had ice cream and cake and
                            she was sort of a pale, blue-eyed child and the wife was a kind of a
                            pale, blue-eyed woman. And the cousin, one day he just disappeared.
                            Nobody ever knew what happened to him and nobody to this day I think,
                                <gap reason="unknown"/> knows what happened to him. He just
                            disappeared. At that time, that happened rather often, you know,
                            husbands just disappeared rather than get a divorce or kill their wives
                            or whatever, they just disappeared. <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note> One of them here in our County stayed away for thirty years and
                            then he came back. He went to the depot in a hack and then he wasn't in
                            it when it got there and nobody heard of him for thirty years until he
                            finally came back. And his wife took him back after thirty years. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> Well, anyway, my cousin
                            disappeared, this Mr. Weakley, whichever he was, there were so many
                            Weakleys that I never could keep them straight. I was very much puzzled
                            by this, because he had been at the birthday party, you know. There was
                            lots of talk about it and where he was and how they couldn't find him.
                            So, I said to my father, "Why in the world did he leave?" And Daddy said
                            in a patronizing way, "Well darling, that Yankee wife of his never fed
                            him anything but cold store-bought light bread and that was enough to
                            make a man leave a woman, to feed him cold, store-bought light bread." I
                            just took it for the truth. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                            Well, on the plantation, I used to ask my father why the black people
                            were such different colors, almost white and cream and tan and brown and
                            black. It puzzled me, because they were all supposed to be black, but
                            they weren't black. And I used to just ask Daddy, I was always a curious
                            child. And Daddy got <pb id="p42" n="42"/> tired of listening to me or
                            hearing me, I guess and so finally one day he said to me, "Dear, that
                            was all due to the Union Army." <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                            Well, I just accepted it, I didn't know what it meant, but I just took
                            it for granted that the Union Army caused them to be different colors.
                            There was always an answer to everything, they didn't always make any
                            sense, but there . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>And you always made homemade bread for Cliff?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh yes, not always, but a great deal of the time. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note> Commercial bread, you have to admit, is pretty
                            bad. I can't always make biscuits and cornbread at every meal, so I
                            started making bread so that I don't have to make biscuits and
                            cornbread. But he never had a slice of store-bought bread at his house
                            in his entire life, I mean, when he lived with his mother. And with me,
                            he would sometimes eat Pepperidge Farm bread, but if I ever served him a
                            commercial loaf of bread, you know, that sort of really . . . well, he
                            just refused to eat it, absolutely refused. Said that it was just made
                            out of blotting paper. </p>
                        <milestone n="2969" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="01:41:18"/>
                        <milestone n="6956" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="01:41:19"/>
                        <p>But the point that I'm getting at is that while the structure of society
                            was changing all around us, you see, Birmingham was a new town and
                            people were coming in from all over and there were strikes and labor and
                            capital and racial troubles, I was completely immune to all of it. It
                            was as though I had never even broken the shell. I lived on the South
                            Side. Now we did have the big break with the Presbyterian church. The
                            preacher that came after my father was named Dr. Edmunds, well, it was
                            Dr. Plunkett first and he just up and died in the pulpit, he was an old
                            man. Then the next one that came on was Dr. Henry Edmunds and he was a
                            young man who had been the pastor of the First Presbyterian Church here
                            and in Montgomery.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>You continued going to your father's church after he was kicked out of
                            the pulpit?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p43" n="43"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes we did. This was a matter of pride, you see.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Your father went too?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, this was a matter of pride. My father wasn't going to let them think
                            that he had been run out of the church. They didn't take away his
                            membership, they just made it impossible for him to get a church. As I
                            say, this was a matter of pride, not letting people know that they had
                            hurt you. Then, when Dr. Edmunds came along, they began on him about the
                            literal interpretation of the Bible and he was a younger man than my
                            father and a very fine preacher, (my father was too, I understand,) but
                            Dr. Edmonds broke the church in two. It divided and my father went with
                            Dr. Edmunds across the street. The Weakleys, of course, and the Barrons
                            all stayed in the old church. But we went across the street and started
                            worshipping in the Temple, the Jewish Temple, the Temple Emmanuel. You
                            see, they had their services on Saturday and we used the Temple Emmanuel
                            on Sunday. At that time, I was going to school at the Lakeview School
                            and my best friends were a group of Jewish boys and I must say <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> in all modesty, the reasons that we got to be
                            such good friends was because we were the smartest ones in the school.
                            We made the best grades and we were interested in it. I just loved
                            school.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now, is this in the 'teens, or . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, this was . . . let's see, I must have been about ten when we left
                            Rose Avenue and went over to Niazuma, I must have been about ten maybe
                            and this was when I was eleven or twelve and thirteen. It was barely the
                            beginning of the 'teens.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>And you were born in 1903?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. So, this was before the war. The war came on in 1918, or we got into
                            it, of course, it started in 1914. </p>
                        <milestone n="6956" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="01:44:31"/>
                        <milestone n="2970" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:44:32"/>
                        <p>In 1918, I was fifteen, <pb id="p44" n="44"/> so you see this was about,
                            oh, 1913, 14 or 15, right about there. These Jewish boys and I were
                            devoted friends; there was Morris Cohen whose father owned a big
                            department store, and Adolph Lobin whose father owned a big department
                            store, and Godfrey Goldman—I don't know what his family did—and Adolph—I
                            can't remember his name, somebody or other—oh, I adored him. He was
                            beautiful.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>You were friends with them in school . . . did you socialize with them at
                            all?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, that's what I'm getting to. We could play, you see, in those days
                            you played outdoors under the lights at night. Children don't do that
                            anymore, they watch television, I think. After supper we'd all go
                            out—that was on Rose Avenue and Niazuma too—and we'd all meet, the
                            children would. We'd play under the street lights, games and such, and
                            nobody did have television and we only went to the movies very rarely
                            and that was our amusement, we amused ourselves. The older people would
                            sit on the porch and rock, you know, and it was a neighborhood. You see,
                            neighborhoods then were very important because that was were you amused
                            each other and yourself, was to sit on the porch, the neighbors would
                            drop in and children go out to play . . . Beck, Adolph Beck, his father
                            was a great friend of Hugo Black's it turned out later. Anyway, these
                            Jewish boys I was just devoted to, and they were devoted to me and we'd
                            call up and do our lessons with each other over the phone, you know, and
                            compare our grades. And the smartest one was Isadore Besitch—you know,
                            that's the great big department store—and he always made just a few more
                            marks than anybody did, but he wasn't a member of the group he was sort
                            of an ‘outsider.’ See, even in the Jewish community there was a great
                            deal of social . . . there were Eastern Jews who originally went to the
                            synagogue, but the German Jews who went to the <pb id="p45" n="45"/>
                            Temple were much more upper class. There was a great deal of social
                            division in the Jewish community between the people that . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Was there a large Jewish community in Birmingham?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Pretty big. You see, there were a lot of mercantile establishments that
                            they owned.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>When did they settle there, after the war?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh yes, Birmingham was formed after the war. It was just a little village
                            called Elyton and then the L&amp;N and the Southern crossed there
                            and it became a great commercial center and then they discovered the
                            iron ore and the coal and the limestone all right there in that valley
                            and so it became a great center of coal, pig iron and United States
                            Steel and Tennessee Iron, Coal and Railway Company and then the Woodward
                            Iron Company and Republic Iron and all the great big steel companies.
                            When I was growing up, people didn't think about pollution then. The air
                            was so full of dirt that you couldn't go out without having your nose
                            and throat stop up and your white gloves get dirty. Birmingham was
                            prosperous. If the air was clean then everybody was down and out. Now, I
                            knew that much, but it was as distant from me as though it was another
                            country. I never even went to those places. My life consisted entirely
                            of downtown Birmingham, Highland Avenue and the South Side and what lay
                            beyond that was just a foreign country as far as I was concerned. The
                            people that lived in it might as well not have existed. My whole life
                            was concentrated in this social group in this neighborhood. The first
                            shock that I got was . . . you see, we went to the Temple, the
                            Presbyterian church went over there and so often on Saturdays, some of
                            these boys would ask me to go to the Temple with them and I would go to
                            the Temple with them on Saturday and I remember looking at the various
                            things connected with the Jewish religion which I thought were very
                            interesting. <pb id="p46" n="46"/> But I never could get them to go to
                            church with me on Sunday. I used to invite them but they never did go.
                            Well, we were devoted friends, but the point was that when we started
                            dating, as long as we were just playing outdoors under the lights, that
                            was fine, we could have our Jewish friends and everything was fine, just
                            like the black children in the backyard. But when we started dating,
                            when I was about thirteen or fourteen, when you started going to
                            parties, then the axe fell. Well, their mamas didn't want them to date
                            us either and our mamas didn't want us to date them. So, it was a very
                            sad thing for me because these had been my best friends and these were
                            the boys that I would have naturally started going out with. But because
                            they were Jewish, it wasn't possible. We were completely divided. There
                            was a country club called The Standard Club which they went to and we
                            went to the Birmingham South Highland Country Club. But it was a very
                            sad thing because we were just literally cut in two, if you can imagine.</p>
                        <milestone n="2970" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="01:49:47"/>
                        <milestone n="6957" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="01:49:48"/>
                        <p>But about this time, this is later, I went to the high school. I had been
                            to South Highland Public School when I was little and then when we
                            moved, I went to the Lakeview Public School and I always found school an
                            absolute joy. Now, this sounds silly I know, but I just adored school. I
                            was good at school, I loved to read, I was curious, I wanted to know
                            about the world and I had wonderful teachers. This is what nobody seems
                            to have anymore, but in my first grade, I had a Miss Taylor who was a
                            marvelous teacher. She <gap reason="unknown"/> made the world come alive
                            to you and all through my career at public schools, I <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> had marvelous teachers, really wonderful. So,
                            learning was a joy, if you know what I mean. So, when I went to the high
                            school in Birmingham, it burned down and then I went to the Paul Haynes
                            School. That was sort of patchwork, you know, the public school turned
                            into a high school and we then met over at the old medical school. </p>
                        <milestone n="6957" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="01:51:02"/>
                        <milestone n="2971" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:51:03"/>
                        <p>I remember that <pb id="p47" n="47"/> up until this point, sex was
                            entirely foreign. We never discussed it. It didn't exist as far as we
                            knew. Only thing that I knew was that something happened in the basement
                            because Mother was always worried about the cooks having men in the
                            basement. They lived on the place, in the basement of the house on
                            Niazuma, there were two servants rooms and a bath and so, the cook
                            always lived on the place. This was because they wanted them there in
                            time to cook breakfast. Of course, they weren't paid at that time but
                            about five or six dollars a week and having a room and board was
                            supposed to be part of the wages, I suppose. But I remember that we had
                            a succession of cooks and I remember the terrific anxiety about the men
                            in the basement. I didn't know what they did in the basement, but if
                            Mother or Daddy knew that there was a man in the basement, there was
                            always a big row and sometimes the cook would leave. The men would creep
                            out early in the morning and Mother would say, "I see a man going down
                            the alley and I bet that he spent the night here." I realized that there
                            was something going on in the basement that was just terrible, but I
                            didn't know what it was. <gap reason="unknown"/> You cannot imagine the
                            barrier that was built up in us about sex. It really was something that
                            black people did in the basement. I remember that when . . . this is
                            just something, no one ever told me about the menstrual period. When it
                            happened to me, I was absolutely terrified. It happened in school and I
                            thought that I was dying, you know. What did I know about it? I had no
                            idea. So, I was just in a state of perfect terror. So, I remember that I
                            called up and Mother came or sent for me and I went home and she said,
                            "Well, that's just something that women have to do." She never told me
                            why or what it was about and I remember that I said, "Mother, do black
                            women do this too?" She said, "Yes, all women do, it is the curse of
                            women." Of course, I always had terrible cramps after that. It was just
                            insane. We were brought up as though <pb id="p48" n="48"/> sex didn't
                            exist. And I began very early, you see, I was a full grown woman when I
                            was about twelve. So, I began to feel these pangs about young boys,
                            thinking that they were so attractive and I always felt sort of guilty
                            about it. I thought that I must be some sort of a fiend. <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> Of course, they were just awful old boys, I
                            suppose, but I was just crazy about them. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note></p>
                        <milestone n="2971" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="01:54:01"/>
                        <milestone n="6958" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="01:54:02"/>
                        <p>Every summer, we went to Mentone, which was up in the north, the
                            mountains of north Alabama. There was a young boy up there named Carlton
                            Wright, who was just about my age. He came from Rome, Georgia. He was
                            about thirteen or fourteen. Well, we fell in love and nobody objected to
                            us kissing and hugging, which we did. It was very pleasant indeed. But
                            you see, he was not regarded as a sexual threat and of course, he
                            wasn't. He just kissed you good night. We would sit in the hammock
                            sometimes, but that was my first intimation of any real kind of sexual
                            feeling. I didn't know what went on except that it was nice and I
                            enjoyed the kissing and hugging with Carlton. We were all brought up
                            that way, we didn't even discuss sex. Maybe some of the girls did, but
                            as far as I know, it was just completely a verboten subject, nobody even
                            discussed it. We began to say that some girls were "fast" because they
                            were the girls that kissed all the boys goodnight. But we noticed that
                            they were more popular than we were. <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>You weren't fast?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, no. My goodness, heavens! Kissing Carlton was about as far as I went
                            until I was sixteen or seventeen. Oh no, indeed, I was one of the nicest
                            girls in Birmingham, you know. <gap reason="unknown"/> If a strange boy
                            had tried to kiss me, I would have been terrified. But the point was
                            that by Mother not taking Carlton with any seriousness, I did have a
                            period of young love, <gap reason="unknown"/> which was totally with no
                            sin attached to it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p49" n="49"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>No guilt.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No guilt and no sin attached to it. So, I really knew that there was such
                            a thing as warm loving feelings without any sin or guilt attached to it.
                            But then about this time, . . . this was the beginning of . . . my
                            sister had been to Sweet Briar College. By that time, I was going to
                            dancing school and I began to date and have boyfriends that would come
                            to see me.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>And you were still going to public schools in Birmingham?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, still going to public schools in Birmingham. </p>
                        <milestone n="6958" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="01:56:30"/>
                        <milestone n="2972" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:56:31"/>
                        <p>I must have gotten up to about fifteen, but as I said, I had begun then
                            to be aware of all the social distinctions, you know, the Jews you
                            couldn't go with and the Negroes, of course, you couldn't go with and
                            the people who lived in these outlying districts, that worked in the
                            steel mills, they just didn't exist. Then even on the South Side, there
                            were social distinctions. The people who belonged to the country club
                            and the people that didn't belong to the country club, people who were
                            Baptists and Methodists and you know, the Presbyterians and the
                            Episcopalians. I had some Methodist friends, because I remember that
                            during that period, I went to Bob Jones's revival in a Methodist church.
                                <gap reason="unknown"/> He asked that anyone stand up who was on the
                            side of the Lord. Well, of course, my father having been a Presbyterian
                            preacher, I just assumed that not only was I on the side of the Lord, I
                            was one of the chosen. So, I stood up. <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note> And in no time at all, I was down on the mourners bench and they
                            were all praying over me and singing that I had come through and was
                            saved. It embarassed me very much, because I thought, "This is just like
                            those Methodists. They're not like us Presbyterians or the
                            Episcopalians. All of this is common." "Common" was a great word. If
                            anything was "common", it <pb id="p50" n="50"/> was just terrible.
                            Mother would use that word very often and she would say, "Well, dear, I
                            think that is extremely common." Well, that meant that it was just
                            vulgar. You felt very guilty if you did anything that was common. If you
                            ate too much and your mouth got full and if you didn't use the right
                            fork, whatever you did that wasn't right, it was "common." I just
                            accepted it, of course. Anyway, I remember that I escaped from the
                            Methodist Church as quick as possible, but all my friends thought that I
                            had gotten so much attention that they went down and they got saved all
                            week long.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>What did your father and mother do when you got saved?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, I didn't even tell them because I hadn't really been saved, I had
                            just stood up because they asked who was on the side of the Lord and I
                            was terribly embarassed by all of this.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>So, this was something that they didn't know about.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I didn't even tell them about it because I knew that they wouldn't
                            have approved of it. They would have thought that it was common. To be
                            sung over, you know and prayed over and all. Revivals were considered to
                            be common, it was just ordinary, common people that did that kind of
                            thing. </p>
                        <milestone n="2972" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="01:59:11"/>
                        <milestone n="2973" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:59:12"/>
                        <p>Then, my father had . . . there was a woman in New York that we called
                            Aunt Mamie. She had been married to my father's best friend, Mr.
                            Patterson, no kin, who had been the pastor of a church down here in
                            Montgomery. And Aunt Mamie had come from Tennessee and Daddy had known
                            her when he lived at Mt. Pleasant. She had been a very fashionable girl,
                            she was brought up by her sister since her mother had died and her
                            sister was very well off. She was fashionable, used to champagne and
                            four in hand coaches and they all lived in Nashville on Pike Road . . .
                            or some Pike that everybody lived on. Nashville, you know, was a seat of
                            fashion and still is in large measure. You had race meetings, you know.
                            Well, Aunt Mamie was very fashionable. She <pb id="p51" n="51"/> wore
                            the biggest hats and the most pearls and <gap reason="unknown"/> chiffon
                            dresses and she even rouged, which was supposed to be rather fast. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> And her husband died, Mr.
                            Patterson, and left her with a son and a daughter and didn't leave her
                            with very much money, I <gap reason="unknown"/> think. Then, <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> she did something that was just considered to be
                            awful: She married a man named Mr. Winchester who was a shoe clerk. Oh!
                            That was considered to be absolutely beyond the Pale. "Who was Mr.
                            Winchester?" Nobody could place Mr. Winchester. He was like Mr. Leary,
                            he just didn't exist. He had no roots at all. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note> People would say, "Well, I never heard of anybody
                            that knew Mr. Winchester. " <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> You
                            see, you had to be placed, this was very important. They would always
                            say, "Now, is he kin to the Smiths who lived in Eufala? Is he related to
                            the Walkers who lived in this place?" You had to place people to be sure
                            that they were respectable and your kind of folks or something. So, Mr.
                            Winchester never got placed. So, Aunt Mamie took him up to New York and
                            she began to take girls. This was a thing that southern ladies did to
                            make a living. They would go to New York and get a big house or
                            apartment and they would take girls. This sounds like they were running
                            a whore house, but <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> they would
                            take young southern girls who would come up and they would go to the
                            opera and to the theater and they would take music or French.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>They would live with her.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>They would live with her and they would be exposed, to culture you see,
                            and Aunt Mamie would get them introduced to boys or an invitation to
                            Annapolis or to West Point or she would introduce them to somebody. She
                            was very big in the Presbyterian church up there. They would get
                            polished, you see.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>How did she maintain that kind of image, having married a <pb id="p52A"
                                n="52A"/> shoe clerk? Did she have money of her own?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, she must have had some money, but she had this great big apartment.
                            I'll tell you how it worked. My sister had been to Sweet Briar and Daddy
                            was the guardian of Aunt Mamie's children in some way. And she would
                            come to visit us for long periods of time and she would always get
                            handsome presents out of Daddy. In those days, ladies used to wear
                            french puffs. Do you know what they were?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>No.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, they were kind of big sausage rolls that they would put on top of
                            their hair. Their hair was always up, and on top of that they would pin
                            these artificial french puffs. They were very expensive. And Mother got
                            furious at Daddy because he bought Aunt Mamie these very expensive
                            french puffs that must have cost fifty dollars. But she had a way of
                            getting things out of people. She was a very pretty woman and very sexy
                            with a great big bosom and a tiny little waist and swelling hips. She
                            was not a bad woman in any way, she was very virtuous. I'm sure that she
                            would not have married Mr. Winchester if she hadn't been. He was an
                            extremely handsome man. Anyway, my sister had been to Sweet Briar and
                            Aunt Mamie persuaded Daddy to send Sister to her in New York because her
                            daughter, Ella Vaughan Patterson, had visited us a great deal and she
                            and sister were friends. She was one of the most beautiful creatures
                            that I have ever seen. She put every other southern belle that I have
                            ever known into the shade. She was absolutely gorgeous. She had red-gold
                            hair that was all curly and great big blue eyes and marvelous
                            complexion, just beautiful. You see, girls didn't use much make-up in
                            those days, and she had a marvelous figure. And she <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> wore the prettiest dresses that you have ever
                            seen, satin slippers and chiffon and georgette crepe and she would wake
                            up in the morning and I would go to watch her because she was so
                            beautiful even in the mornings. She <pb id="p52B" n="52B"/> was just
                            absolutely gorgeous. I can't remember anybody in my life that was
                            prettier than Ella Vaughan Patterson. And Mother and Daddy were devoted
                            to her. She was the daughter of his best friend. Aunt Mamie, of course,
                            was very anxious for her to marry a rich man. I can't tell you how many
                            beaus she had. When she came to visit us, the telephone would ring and
                            the doorbell would ring and five pound boxes of Nunallys would come in
                            and great long boxes of American Beauty roses and violets in little
                            square boxes and gardenias. She would have late dates and an early date
                            to go out for dinner at six or seven o'clock and then have another date
                            at nine o'clock and a late date at eleven o'clock. She could only stay
                            with him for a little while. And all day long, the men were calling up.
                            You see, they became kind of institutions, if you know what I mean,
                            these great southern belles. A man was very proud to be seen with them
                            even. It gave him sort of a status to be seen with one of these
                            beautiful girls and they became kind of institutions. Their cities were
                            proud of them and their families were proud of them. Zelda was that way,
                            but of course she was younger. Then there was another girl named Willie
                            Gale and Margaret Thorington from Montgomery and a lot of them that came
                            on with me that were just . . . Mary Allen Northington, they were just
                            really authentic southern belles. Oh, and Blanche Divine and Sarah Orme
                            from Atlanta. I can remember a lot of them and when they came to town,
                            there was a lot of excitement and they were almost like visiting movie
                            stars. They were not on the stage, but they were playing a part all the
                            time. They were <gap reason="unknown"/> the epitome of Success and oh, I
                            wanted to be like them so badly. But I knew that I wasn't. This was the
                            ideal that was held up to me, to be a belle. My sister was extremely
                            popular, too. Boys would come on Sunday afternoon and a crowd of them
                            would come together, say eight or ten together and then when one crowd
                            would come, the other crowd would have to leave. So, Sister would
                            sometimes on Sunday afternoons, have as many as fifty or sixty callers,
                            in one Sunday afternoon.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p53" n="53"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>All boys?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>All boys, sure. You see, she was extremely pretty and the boys were crazy
                            about her and she was one of the very popular girls. Sister was never
                            sort of an institution like Ella Vaughan Patterson or Blanche Divine,
                            but she was a very pretty girl and the boys were crazy about her. She
                            never said much, she was just so sweet and pretty and they just fell in
                            love with her, you know. But Aunt Mamie, I suppose that she wanted her
                            to board, and she persuaded Daddy to send her to New York, so she did go
                            to New York to live with Aunt Mamie. She stayed there for 2 years and in
                            the course of those years, she took a business course, of all things,
                            and became a secretary. Now, when the war broke out in 1918, she was
                            still in New York and she and Ella Vaughan Patterson joined the Navy as
                            Yeomanetts. </p>
                        <milestone n="2973" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="02:08:17"/>
                        <milestone n="6959" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="02:08:18"/>
                        <p>You <gap reason="unknown"/> should have seen them in their uniforms. They
                            had dark blue suits and dark blue capes lined with red and little caps
                            and they were so beautiful that people would stand in the street and
                            look at them. And of course, that romantic costume with the flowing cape
                            and all . . . so, Aunt Mamie at that point persuaded my father to send
                            me up there to be polished off.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>And where did your sister Josephine go when she joined the Navy?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, she lived with Aunt Mamie.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>She stayed in New York?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, she and Ella Vaughan lived with Aunt Mamie but they worked in some
                            Naval office. They were secretaries. So, Aunt Mamie persuaded my father
                            to send me up there. She came down to visit, we never got on too well,
                            Aunt Mamie and I and she told my mother and I heard her say it,
                            "Virginia is absolutely impossible. She is really impossible. She talks
                            too much, she <pb id="p54" n="54"/> talks too loud. Her voice is too
                            high, she asks too many questions and she is very raw boned and near
                            sighted. Annie, she will never marry well unless you do something to get
                            Virginia polished off."</p>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [interruption on tape. Original reel-to-reel
                                recording changed at this point.] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>This is a continuation of an interview with Virginia Durr at her home in
                            Wetumpka, Alabama on March 14, 1975. Yesterday, we took Virginia up
                            through her childhood until the time that she left to go to Aunt Mamie's
                                <gap reason="unknown"/> in New York City . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>It wasn't a school, it was just, she used to keep girls in her apartment
                            to give them a taste of New York life and some culture and some social
                            life. This was something that southern women did quite a lot. Miss
                            Semple had a famous school called Miss Semple's School, where the girls
                            would go to be polished off. I think that there was always a vague hope
                            that they would meet some rich millionaire Yankee and marry him and
                            bring him home and save the South or the family plantation, the old home
                            or something. That was about the best investment that you could make, to
                            have your daughter marry a rich millionaire. It is very difficult to
                            realize in 1975 how poor the South was then. </p>
                        <milestone n="6959" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="02:10:57"/>
                        <milestone n="2974" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="02:10:58"/>
                        <p>It is almost impossible for you younger people to realize the terrible
                            poverty of the South before 1932 when the New Deal came in. We can try
                            to express it to you, but since you didn't see it or experience it . . .
                            now, we never suffered from actual poverty, it was always genteel
                            poverty where you were trying to keep your best foot forward on very
                            little money. But we were surrounded by absolutely abject poverty. The
                            poor whites that lived over the mountain, you see, we lived on Red
                            Mountain and over the mountain was where the mines were, the coal mines
                            and the ore mines. And on Saturday mornings, these families would come
                            into Birmingham, walking, there <pb id="p55" n="55"/> was no paved road
                            and nobody had a car, they were all poor people and no one had a car.
                            They would walk in, these great large families and they were the most
                            miserable looking people that you have ever seen. They were pale and
                            stunted and almost deformed because the thing that was so prevalent
                            among the poor whites in the South at that time was pellagra and worms
                            and maleria. Pellagra was the dietary disease and the Negroes and whites
                            would break out in these white splotches. Of course, it was purely a
                            dietary disease, they just didn't have the right kind of food to eat.
                            Then, these same families would come home late in the afternoon on
                            Saturday falling and drunken, all of them drunk, the men and women. I
                            don't know whether the children were, but the children were hollering.
                            We lived right on the edge of the mountain and they would come down our
                            street from off the mountain and of course, I was concerned about them
                            too, but the only explanation that I got was that they were just poor
                            white trash, that's just the way they are, you couldn't do a thing with
                            them, no matter how much you tried, they would still be the way they are
                            because that's the way they liked to be.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Did these people work in the steel mills, or were they farmers?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh no, these people worked in the iron ore mines and in the coal mines.
                            These were the people that lived over the mountain and worked in the
                            mines, at least the men did. They lived in company houses and they were
                            paid with company script, mostly. Every time they tried to form a union,
                            it was broken up. You see, they had replaced the convicts. There had
                            been a terrible struggle to get the convicts out of the mines and these
                            poor whites had replaced the convicts. I don't mean to be so rambling,
                            but the struggle between the poor whites and the Negroes for jobs was
                            terrible. Most of the convicts were blacks, you had all that in your
                            magazine, the story <pb id="p56" n="56"/> story of the convicts in the
                            mines in Tennessee, but what I am trying to explain to you is the
                            contrast between the life I led, which was a fairly secure life,
                            although as I said, we were genteely poor, the life that I led and the
                            view that I had of life and the actuality of it which was before my eyes
                            and which I didn't even comprehend. Because as I say, I was told by my
                            mother and father and everybody that I respected and loved, that these
                            people were just that way. They were just poor white trash and if they
                            had pellagra and worms and maloria and if they were thin and hungry and
                            immoral, it was just because that was the way they were. It was in the
                            blood. They were just born to be poor white trash. They dipped snuff and
                            tobacco juice and if they smelt bad and were dirty, well, they liked
                            being that way. This was they way that they liked to live. And you got
                            the same thing about the black people. Now, they had pellagra too, and
                            you cannot imagine the change in the children. The poor white children
                            were very pale and thin little children and had stringy hair and it
                            seemed to me that the textile mill children always had pale white hair
                            and pale white eyebrows and eyelashes and were thin and pale looking.
                            And the black children always looked ashen, not always, but the poor
                            ones had an ashen look to them. They used to wear flour sacks as clothes
                            with nothing under them either, just flour sacks. And they always had
                            two great streams of snot hanging down them from their nose and they
                            were very unattractive looking. You know, you would feel sorry for them
                            and ask your family about them and then there again, "this is just the
                            way they are. They are born this way. They don't have any pride or
                            ambition. If you gave them anything, they would just get drunk or spend
                            it on something. They are immoral and spend their money unwisely." And
                            here they were living on five and six dollars a week, if they were
                            employed. This was the average wage, which was supposed <pb id="p57"
                                n="57"/> to be a pretty good wage. What I'm trying to say is that
                            the South was so poor. The land itself was so poor. Soil erosion,
                            terrible gullies in the land and the fact that the soil itself was
                            washing away. </p>
                        <milestone n="2974" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="02:16:57"/>
                        <milestone n="6960" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="02:16:58"/>
                        <p>You never read Mike Ross's poem about the Tennessee Valley?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>No.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, you see, all of this was not Mike Ross in Tennessee who was Don
                            West's brother-in-law, this was another Mike Ross who was head of the
                            FEPC, the Fair Employment Practices Commission. He is dead now, but he
                            wrote a really remarkable poem about the Tennessee Valley. We were
                            brought up, or at least I was brought up, in the view that this was
                            ordained by God. It was in the blood. You were <gap reason="unknown"/>
                            born to be either wealthy or wise or rich or powerful or beautiful or
                            healthy or you were born to be poor and downtrodden and sick and
                            miserable and drunken and immoral and there was very little you could do
                            to change it because it was in the blood. It was a very comforting
                            thought, you see, because when you saw people starving and poor and
                            miserable, you thought, "Well, it wasn't my fault. I didn't do anything
                            about it. God just ordained it this way." But anyway, the point was that
                            there were also always a great many genteely poor and a lot of the poor
                            ladies went to New York and got a house or apartment and took girls and
                            gave them a . . . you see, you were supposed to be their guest, but the
                            fact that you paid was never mentioned and that was arranged between
                            Aunt Mamie and your father or your mother, but you never actually paid
                            out any board. But you see, you were paying guests but you had to
                            remember that you were a guest. If you ever would remind her even
                            inadvertantly that you were also paying, she would get perfectly furious
                            and make it very plain that you were her guest and that you were
                            enjoying the privilege of being her guest. That was to save her
                        pride.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>How did people hit upon New York?</p>
                        <pb id="p58" n="58"/>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Because New York has always been the great center of everything, and
                            still is.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>That's where all the rich Yankees lived.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>But people didn't go to Richmond or Washington?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, they wanted to see the theater and the opera and New York was always
                            the center of everything, sophistication and all. If you wanted to get
                            polished off and learn to be cultured, the opera was the great thing,
                            whether you enjoyed it or not. And the theater and the ballet and plays
                            and movies and Times Square and the night clubs and the big hotels and
                            Fifth Avenue. It was a perfectly thrilling city. So, they did decide to
                            send me there and when I got there, Aunt Mamie lived in an apartment on
                            upper Park Avenue, which was in between the very fashionable Park Avenue
                            and the poor . . . Madison Avenue, I believe it was. Anyway, it was kind
                            of in between, it was not quite fashionable and not quite slum, it was
                            between. But she had an enormous apartment and it was all filled with
                            antique furniture that she had brought up from the South, gold pier
                            mirrors and red velvet curtains and mahogany furniture. So, she lived in
                            some style when I first got there. She had a maid come in for
                        dinner.</p>
                    </sp>

                    <p>
                        <note anchored="yes">
                            <p>[END OF TAPE 2, SIDE A]</p>
                        </note>
                    </p>
                </div2>
                <div2 id="tape2-b" n="2-B" type="tape_side">
                    <head>[TAPE 2, SIDE B]</head>
                    <note anchored="yes">
                        <p>[START OF TAPE 2, SIDE B]</p>
                    </note>

                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I went to Miss Finch's finishing school, which wasn't nearly as
                            fashionable as Miss Spence's school, but anyway, I had gotten there kind
                            of late in the year and I got in Miss Finch's finishing school. But I
                            just adored New York. You cannot imagine what New York was in those
                            days, I mean compared to today, you can't believe that it would be the
                            same city. You could go anywhere and it was perfectly safe. I would walk
                            in Central Park and I would walk up and down Fifth Avenue and I would
                            walk back and forth <pb id="p59" n="59"/> from school. I would go to
                            school from about nine to three and Miss Finch's finishing school was an
                            extremely good school, I mean as far as the teaching was concerned. I
                            had marvelous teachers and wonderful literature. I think that you said
                            you read some of my reports. Well, they were very good teachers, they
                            were marvelous teachers and they took a great deal of interest in you,
                            but in addition to getting a very good education, we were also trained
                            in the social graces. We took something called the Mesendieck Exercises,
                            which was supposed to make us graceful. Mesendieck . . . you never heard
                            of it before. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> Anyway, you lie
                            on the ground and wear a sort of a leotard and learn to enter a room and
                            cross your legs and you would be graceful. The whole thing was not to be
                            strong, but to be graceful. Then, on Friday afternoons, we would have
                            tea and every girl would in turn have to take her turn at the tea table.
                            You would learn to pour tea, you see, and put in the sugar and cream and
                            be graceful and not spill the tea. We were always being given lectures
                            on how to deal with a staff. Which, you see, meant our servants, because
                            it was always assumed that we were going to have a large home and a
                            staff of servants. It was all ridiculous. Then, the voice. We had long
                            sessions on voice training.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, where did most of the girls come from? Were any of them from the
                            South?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>They came from all around. Oh yeah, a few came from the South and all up
                            through the Middle West and a lot of them from New York. It was a fairly
                            new school, so it was a kind of . . . the most aristocratic and the
                            richest girls didn't come there because if they came to New York, they
                            went to Miss Spence's school, that was the most fashionable school. But
                            it was a very good school and it built itself up. It was a very
                            ridiculous thing in a way, because they were educating these girls as
                            though they were all <pb id="p60" n="60"/> going to be mistresses of
                            huge mansions with a large staff of servants. The assumption was that
                            everybody that went to that school was going to be rich.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you ever question that assumption about yourself?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I certainly felt that I hadn't been rich. Nor with a staff of
                            servants when my staff of servants consisted of one poor Negro woman and
                            someone coming in to fire the furnace or cut the grass. But I accepted
                            it. I suppose that I thought maybe I would get a rich husband and have a
                            large mansion and a staff of servants. <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note> This was the ideal, to be a popular, beautiful southern belle
                            and get a rich Yankee husband and this was supposed to be sort of the
                            fairy tale.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Why did southern belles think of getting Yankee husbands?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Because the southerners were just too poor. You see, that's what I was
                            saying, the . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>The international travelers were . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>The South was so poor. We were and still are, in my opinion, a colony of
                            the North. After we got beat in the Civil War, they bought us up for a
                            nickel on the dollar or whatever it was and they still own us. You know,
                            when I lived in Birmingham, it was completely a company town, just
                            completely owned by northern corporations and they would come down in
                            their private cars. It was just like being visited by a king or
                            something. Everybody would bow and scrape, you know. The South was
                            defeated. The whole atmosphere of the South at that time was that it was
                            a colony, it was defeated. The northern money and the northern energy
                            and people like Mr. Smith of L&amp;N Railroad were the great heroes.
                            Or the guy over in Atlanta who was preaching industralization, what was
                            his name, the editor?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Grady?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Henry Grady and of course, there was Booker T. Washington at Tuskegee
                            preaching the same thing: northern money, industralize and bring <pb
                                id="p61" n="61"/> in the money. Otherwise, you see, it was just poor
                            tenant farming and the tenant farming was just about as low as you could
                            get in the human scale, moving around from place to place and living in
                            these wretched hovels and eating fatback and cornbread and working in
                            the cotton fields all day. You can't get much lower in the human scale
                            than being a tenant farmer, at least in those days. But in spite of the
                            fact that all of you younger people, and you see, (we are separated by
                            nearly a gap of forty years,) were in the Civil Rights fight and the
                            anti-war fight, I think that the great thing that separates us is the
                            Depression. I've had Civil Rights workers here to stay and they have
                            been living on very little money, but they have no more concept of what
                            poverty is, because they have never actually been hungry and they have
                            denied themselves and lived off hamburger, but they have never just had
                            nothing to eat. Then, they take things so for granted. They take buses
                            and airplanes and automobiles and MacDonald's hamburgers and they may
                            live on a very simple scale, but they have no concept of real poverty.
                            Do you think that's correct in saying that, Cliff?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I think so.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>And I really think that it is the thing that has separated the
                            generations more than anything else, the poverty. Although, I think that
                            you young people have been very brave.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now, right then, in the pre-World War I period and the twenties, my
                            concept of that is, at least, that it wasn't as bad as it became in the
                            Depression.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, but my point is that this was the South, the South. The Depression in
                            the South started very much before the Depression in the rest of the
                            country. It has always been poor since the Civil War. They still had the
                            price of cotton fluctuate and the tenant farmer system had started <pb
                                id="p62" n="62"/> up and it was always poor. The great mass of
                            southern people were extremely poor. They had been poor during the Civil
                            War, but there had been this rich planter class that gave a sort of a
                            feeling of richness somewhere. But after the Civil War was over, all
                            that was swept away. I don't think that Gone With The Wind is the
                            greatest book ever written, as you people in Atlanta think it is, but I
                            do think that it gives a very good picture of the South after the Civil
                            War. The decline of the plantation system and the little girl in there,
                            whatever her name is, I forget, the heroine, her avariciousness, her
                            desire for money, her terrific desire for money, money, money. You see,
                            she was . . . what was her name?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Scarlett.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Scarlett. Well, she was very typical of the fact that the South was so
                            damn poor.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Were you hostile toward Yankees? Did you have a feeling that you were a
                            southerner and . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh my, yes. Yes.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>And did you have feeling toward other girls in the school?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I just remember one, which is a perfectly absurd story, but this
                            happened. I was brought up, you know, to think that a Yankee was a very
                            bad thing. I remember as a little girl that we would go out and visit
                            some people in Birmingham named Stevens, I think. Anyway, they were in
                            my father's church and he had been an old Confederate veteran and he was
                            a darling man, just as cute as he could be. They had a sort of a farm on
                            the edge of town and I used to love to go out there and visit. So, I
                            remember talking to him and I would say, "Oh, Mr. Stevens, I'll never
                            marry a Yankee." "Oh," he'd say, "Don't you marry one of those
                            scoudrels." So, I grew up thinking that Yankees were bad people and I
                            was a southerner you know and all about the slave system before the war.
                            And I had seen it in <pb id="p63" n="63"/> its most benevolent aspects
                            on my grandmother's plantation, which was a holdover. There was this
                            tremendous abundance, you know, and as far as I could see, an extremely
                            loving relationship between the blacks and the whites. So, I really
                            thought that it was great. But I can remember so well when my
                            grandmother died and everything in Union Springs kind of collapsed, what
                            happened to old Easter. This was to me one of the tragic things. You
                            see, Easter had been really the mistress of the plantation because my
                            grandmother, as sweet and kind as she was, was like a child. Easter ran
                            everything for her. Of course, I suppose that the bank and her sons did
                            too, but Easter actually did the day by day, hour by hour, running of
                            the house and the plantation. So, after grandmother died, Easter came up
                            to Birmingham to live with her daughter. I never knew she had a
                            daughter, but she had one who was married to a miner who lived across
                            the mountain. He was a black man and worked in the red ore mines. Well,
                            she had no sooner gotten settled with her daughter than she called up my
                            mother some way and she came in brought her daughter and son-in-law,
                            they brought her in. And she came in to see my mother. Well, she looked
                            like she had always looked. She had on a spotless white starched dress
                            and she used to wear a straw hat over her head handkerchief and her head
                            handkerchief was as white as ever. She looked a little thinner, because
                            she had lived very well. But she wanted to come in and live with Mother,
                            with "Miss Annie." I know that she hated living out there in that red
                            ore miners house. Well, Mother knew that she was coming and we fixed ice
                            cream or cake or cookies, anyway we had refreshments. We did that much
                            so that we would have done our duty. Of course, they went into the
                            breakfast room. You had to observe all the mores, and they went into the
                            breakfast room to eat their refreshments, of course. So, when they came
                            back, and even then, I was about ten or twelve, I could feel that Easter
                            was terribly anxious and Mother <pb id="p64" n="64"/> was terribly
                            embarassed, because we couldn't just take on Easter. We didn't have the
                            money to pay her or even for her to just live with us. Mother knew that
                            she couldn't possibly live up to Easter's standards of abundance and
                            yet, she was so sorry for the old woman living over the mountain in some
                            iron ore miner's shack. It was a terrible, emotional period because here
                            was the old faithful servant that had been a slave, belonged to the
                            family, and who wanted to come back to the family and had always been
                            used to living in the utmost ease. We knew what a wonderful woman she
                            was and what a smart woman she was and it was a terrible feeling of not
                            living up to your obligations and letting her down. And what happened
                            was that Mother said that she just couldn't take on Easter. I think that
                            she thought that we just didn't have the money and so Easter went back
                            to her daughter's shack and she died. I think that she died very shortly
                            thereafter. I'm sure that she just decided to die and died, because life
                            to her was just over. This living in a miserable shack across the
                            mountain and all that dirt and everything. So you see, we were poor too.
                            then my Grandfather Patterson had had a body servant during the war
                            named Reuben, Old Reuben, and he followed him off to the war and been
                            his body servant. Every time that we had a Confederate reunion . . . you
                            won't believe this, but every time that they had a Confederate reunion,
                            the bodyservants, the Negroes that had been body servants for the
                            officers, would come, the ones that were left . . . of course, they were
                            very old men by the time that I knew them, but Reuben would always come.
                            He was way in his eighties, I'm sure, terribly bowlegged and he would
                            always arrive at the house at the most inconvienent time. We would never
                            know when he was coming and he would be expecting money, food and
                            whiskey. And there again, my mother would have this awful feeling that
                            if we <pb id="p65" n="65"/> couldn't supply Reuben with a good meal and
                            whiskey and plenty of money, she felt like she was neglecting her
                            duties. I can remember rushing to the store to buy cake and it was hard
                            to get whiskey then, but Daddy would manage someway to get him a drink
                            and he would usually bring some old black fellow with him. Then, he
                            would talk about the Colonel, you know, Mother's father. "Colonel
                            Josiah," and "Colonel Patterson," what a great man he was and then he
                            told us a story one time which may chill your blood, but he thought it
                            was a great story. Although he was bowlegged, he could run fast and the
                            Colonel once had him race against a horse and he won. He was proud of
                            it, he thought that was wonderful. "I tell you, I beat that horse," he
                            would say. And you know, he never had come out of the slavery period.
                            But you see, because he hadn't, he expected us to provide for him. He
                            was living on a pension, I think that he got a little pension from the
                            Confederate Army even. You see, we lived in this halfway stage between
                            being benevolent despots or benevolent plantation owners and trying to
                            make a living. It was that awful inbetween stage of being genteel but
                            poor, where you were supposed to have all these obligations to the poor
                            blacks and so on and then you didn't have the money to do it with.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now, you were going to tell me the story about school.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, well, I was brought up as a southerner, completely as a southerner. I
                            had never been North until I went up to New York. Well, the crazy thing
                            about the school was that all these Yankee girls were there and there
                            was only one other southerner and she was from Montgomery, Alabama. I
                            won't give you her name because somebody might recognize it. She was a
                            very beautiful girl and we had to take these Mesendieck Exercises which
                            were these floating, graceful, learning to walk in and sit down and lie
                            down and always be graceful. You were supposed to take a shower
                            beforehand <pb id="p66" n="66"/> and put on your leotard and then take
                            your exercises and then take a shower afterwards. The water was usually
                            pretty cold, so it was rather disagreeable. Well, this girl from
                            Montgomery, she would arrive in her leotard. She was a boarder, I was a
                            day pupil. She had a room in the school, Miss Finch's finishing school.
                            So, she would arrive at class in her leotard and say that she had taken
                            a shower before she came and then she would insist on going back to take
                            a shower in her own private room. Well, one day, whether the girls were
                            jealous of her or they thought she was cheating or whether they thought
                            she was taking a hot shower and we were getting a cold shower, I never
                            knew what started it, but I do remember going into the shower room and
                            this girl was being surrounded by all these others saying, "You are just
                            a dirty southerner, you don't want to take baths anyway. You don't want
                            to take baths because you are just a dirty southerner. I am surprised
                            that you even wear shoes." Just direct insults. I was absolutely furious
                            and as shocked as I could be. And the girl was crying and mad and she
                            had a wet towel and began to hit at these girls, who were really
                            persecuting her terribly and telling her that she was a dirty southerner
                            and never took baths and probably didn't even have a bathroom in her
                            house at home. Just direct, personal, vicious insults. So, I took up a
                            wet towel and began to defend the southern girl against the Yankee
                            girls. It was the most absurd, ridiculous thing that you could imagine.
                                <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> But we were furious. I
                            wasn't being directly insulted because I always took my showers but she
                            was being directly insulted on the basis that she was a southerner. And
                            I realized in New York that the South was looked down upon, it was a
                            poor section of the country and we were looked down on. Now, Aunt
                            Mamie's pretensions, I could see how hollow they were, because how she
                            lived, I don't know, on what little money she had. Poor Mr. Winchester
                            must have had some <pb id="p67" n="67"/> little job, because he went off
                            and came back, but I never did know what it was. I don't know whether he
                            was still selling shoes or what, but it wasn't much. But you see, Aunt
                            Mamie was keeping up all this pretense of the southern aristocracy and
                            these girls were her guests and all that.</p>
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                        <p>When we first lived there, she had a maid that would come in and do and
                            dinner was quite formal. We would have a glass of sherry in the parlor
                            and she would have guests in and the dinner would be a real good dinner
                            and we would have coffee afterwards in the parlor and it was all very
                            kind of formal and rather grand. But as the year wore on, this was 1918,
                            when the war ended. When the year wore on, the maid left and didn't come
                            in anymore and Aunt Mamie did something that I found extremely
                            embarassing and I'm sure Sister and Ella Vaughan did too. You see, men
                            were just streaming back and forth through New York going abroad for the
                            war, you see. When did the war end?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>It ended in 1918, November 11, 1918.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, they were all coming back. Anyway, I can just remember a procession
                            going through the apartment. Sister and Ella Vaughan had lots of beaus,
                            you see and so, we were always having the whole icebox . . . like the
                            Gabor Sisters, you see, except that Sister and Elivon were not that
                            kind, but it was full of flowers and candy and so forth. But at the same
                            time, Aunt Mamie was having an awfully hard time, I'm sure, paying the
                            bills of any kind. So, all of these adoring young men that were
                            worshiping Sister or Ella Vaughan would invite them out to dinner and
                            Aunt Mamie would say in her high society manner, "How sweet of you to
                            invite us all to dinner." And so, she would take us all out to dinner
                            with these men. Well, I am sure that it embarrased Sister and Ella
                            Vaughan terribly and I know that it embarrassed me, <pb id="p68" n="68"
                            /> because I was only fifteen then, but I could be aware that they
                            really didn't want me along. But not only would they take us all out to
                            dinner, Aunt Mamie would say, "Now, I really think that the Waldorf has
                            the best food. Or maybe the Ritz is a little better. Of course, the
                            Plaza is quite delightful." Here these poor men were being held up, they
                            couldn't embarrass themselves in front of their beloved and they were
                            trying to make a big hit on Sister or Ella Vaughan, so they would end up
                            taking Mr. Winchester and Aunt Mamie and Ella Vaughan and Sister and me,
                            Sister usually had a date, but whoever did, they would take us all on.
                            It was terribly embarassing to me, but it must have cost them a fortune.
                            Of course, we got a mighty good dinner, but it was terrible. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> But you see, Aunt Mamie was
                            desperate and this was one way of saving the money for dinner. She was
                            always on a very marginal basis, if you know what I mean.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you have beaus them, too?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, no, I didn't. I'll tell you what she finally did with me. She still
                            thought that I was impossible, I was so tall and thin and nearsighted.
                            So, what she did was, the Presbyterian church, in which she was
                            extremely active, the Madison Avenue Presbyterian Church, they had a
                            soldier's center, a center where soldiers and sailors of all nations
                            could come. So, she got me to be a hostess at this center and all of a
                            sudden, I was plunged into millions of men and very few girls. You
                            couldn't help but be popular, because you danced and danced. They were
                            lined up waiting to dance with you. There again, it was the scarcity
                            value. So, I learned to be quite easy with men. I can't remember them
                            all now, but I think that one of them was a Norwegian. He couldn't speak
                            English very much . . . <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> But I
                            remember that he was a good-looking fellow. But you know, it was all <pb
                                id="p69" n="69"/> supervised and chaperoned. But I did learn to be
                            easy and oh, I got a few bars and stripes. But you see, Cliff always
                            says, he claims that I didn't feel inferior. I always laugh at that,
                            that I've got conceit . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>You've got a superiority complex.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p><note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> Well, I've acquired it since I
                            married you. Because actually, I did feel terribly inferior to Sister
                            and Ella Vaughan. You see, they were very beautiful and extremely
                            popular and all the candy and flowers were coming and the young men were
                            beseeching them all the time. It was extremely . . . I did feel
                            inferior. Then, Aunt Mamie arranged for me once to go to West Point with
                            one of the Hills from here and that was very nice, too, but as I say, I
                            got practice on these soliders and sailors and marines and foreign
                            characters and I realized that if you just smiled and were pleasant and
                            learned how to dance and relaxe, you see, I was always terribly nervous
                            with men, because I didn't think that I was very attractive and I was
                            trying to impress them.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>You had gone to New York straight out of public schools in
                        Birmingham.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I had gone to New York straight out of the public schools, but I did very
                            well in the school, as you can see. I had no trouble with the work,
                            except that some of it bored me, but mostly I adored the work at the
                            school. The thing that interested me the most was New York itself,
                            because you see, I would get home about three o'clock and I could do
                            anything I wanted to. So what I would do, I would explore New York.
                            Above us was a Jewish section and I would walk all over the section.
                            They had wedding shops where these big <gap reason="unknown"/> Jewish
                            women with black wigs would always be standing in the door and say,
                            "Come in honey," or whatever they called you, "Lovey, come and try on."
                            Well, I would go in and try on wedding veils <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note> but of course, <pb id="p70" n="70"/> I never
                            bought anything, but I was just fascinated with the Jewish section.
                            Then, the delicatessens. You see, I always adored food and I would go
                            into the Jewish delicatessen and for 25¢, you could get a roll and a
                            piece of salami and a dill pickle and oh, it was just marvelous and
                            delicious. Then, they had an Italian section sort of back of us. That
                            was fascinating and all the smells and the grocery stores there were all
                            wonderful. You would buy a little bit of cheese or something, but the
                            smells were delicious. You see, they would speak Yiddish in the Jewish
                            section and Italian in the Italian section and down below that was a
                            German section and that was cabbage and . . . all these were designated
                            by the food and they all spoke German. But you see, I got these great
                            vignettes of foreign life and it was different from anything that I had
                            been used to. I never got down as far as Chinatown, I'm sorry to say.
                            Then, I would take rides on the Fifth Avenue bus and sit on top. New
                            York was so beautiful then, and it was so clean. It smelled good. You
                            know, it smells so bad now that I can't bear to go in it. It smells like
                            garbage all the time, summer and winter. And it is so dirty and you can
                            be scared to death. I never had a moment's fear. I was allowed to go
                            anywhere. I could go to the movies and walk home in the dark.</p>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [interruption by telephone. Clifford Durr talks to
                                Sue Thrasher] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Virginia was telling you about the economy of this part of the South
                            during the pre-World War I period. The economic base was cotton. I know
                            that my father, although he was in the wholesale drug business, the
                            first thing that he did in the morning was to look at the cotton
                            exchange report because that meant the difference as to whether the
                            business failed or prospered. The complaint of the South was that we
                            sell our cotton on a free market and we buy our goods on a protected
                            market.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Tariff, you see.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p71" n="71"/>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>And of course, the tariff. So, when the price of cotton would go down and
                            down, the farmers would have to borrow money to make that crop, they
                            always did that. They would try to make up for it by putting new and
                            more land into cotton.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Which was the only cash crop, really.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>It was the only cash crop that we had. And cotton takes a heavy toll on
                            the land, you really have to put the fertilizer in there and they didn't
                            have the money for the fertilizer. So, as a result, you began to get
                            poorer and poorer land in the South and you would have the erosion from
                            the cultivation of this poor land. Before the New Deal, one of the
                            things that I noticed about the landscape of the South, driving down
                            these roads, you saw these gullied farms and you never saw a farm house
                            with any paint or fences that weren't down. It looked miserable and then
                            the New Deal started out with the soil conservation programs and paid
                            farmers money to get out of these row crops and put more land into
                            pastures and timber and things of that sort. So, the beauty of the
                            landscape began to . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>To come up again.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>But cotton was just a desperate means of existence. You were really
                            mining the land, which was the expression that we used. I can remember
                            that even during World War I, trying to do something about it, it became
                            a patriotic duty of the businessmen to do it, to buy bale cotton at 10¢
                            a pound, the price was around 6¢ or 8¢, something like that, so they
                            were trying to bring up the price artificially by buying it at 10¢ a
                            pound.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>A patriotic duty.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, that was a patriotic duty.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, my father, you see, even if he had his 9,000 or 10,000 acres,
                            however much it was, he had to furnish the tenants, who were all <pb
                                id="p72" n="72"/> black, but he just had a terrible time borrowing
                            enough money to furnish them. Cotton kept going down and down and then
                            the boll weevil began to come in and they would eat up the crops. So, I
                            was conscious of this all the time, that everything I did was connected
                            to the price of cotton, whether I went to school or didn't go to school.
                            For instance, I never could go off to summer camp. All my other friends
                            went off to summer camp but I never could afford to do that. I do think
                            that the great mark of change to me is not only the landscape, and I
                            suppose that this is one reason that sometimes we are more hopeful than
                            the younger people, that we have seen things so much worse which will
                            make us settle for less, but the thing that makes me realize the change
                            is the appearance of the children, both the black and white children. I
                            observe them very closely and the contrast is absolutely amazing. Their
                            teeth are so much better and their complexions and their hair and their
                            clothes. You hardly ever see a child look the way that I remember the
                            poor children looking when I was growing up. It is an absolutely amazing
                            change. Don't you think so, Cliff?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, yes.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>You know, they get supplements in school, are fed in school, and it is
                            just remarkable.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Did your father continue to take an interest and oversee the acreage that
                            he had?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, no. That was one of the things that I'm sure he . . . no, he left it
                            all to the bank manager, whoever it was.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>So, he really didn't . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, he would go down there . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>After your grandmother died, he didn't go down there much?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p73" n="73"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>He'd go down there but he never ran the plantation. Daddy was never a
                            businessman at all. He was a scholar and a preacher and then he sold
                            insurance, which he always hated to do. Poor man, he just felt that it
                            was terribly beneath him to try to get some poor black or white to buy
                            insurance. But he did it because he had to support his family.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>But he couldn't be a gentleman farmer and make a living?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh no, no. Never, never, never. </p>
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                        <p>I don't suppose that Daddy ever pulled up a weed in his life. He never
                            did anything with his hands that I can recall. Daddy would sit by a fire
                            like that and if it started going out, he was just used to yelling,
                            "Jim! Joe!" You know, and some black boy would come in and put a log on,
                            or some black woman. So, when he didn't have any more black persons to
                            call, my mother or even I would come in and put the wood on the fire. It
                            never occurred to him to just reach over and put the wood on the fire.
                                <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> One day during the war, he
                            was visiting us up in Washington and this is so typical, this was during
                            the Second World War and we didn't have very much oil and you had to cut
                            your temperature down to just above freezing and just keep your pipes
                            from freezing. So, we had a fireplace in one of the small rooms and we
                            really lived in there with this little fireplace. And so, Daddy came up
                            to visit us and he was sitting by the fire and I made him some hot
                            coffee and the fire began to die down and we didn't have any wood. So, I
                            went out and it was snowing and cold and I took an axe or a hatchet, I
                            never was very good at it, Cliff usually had some wood already cut. But
                            I had to chop up some wood and bring it in and start up the fire again.
                            And it never occured to Daddy to go out and chop some wood and bring it
                            in, he was an old man then, but he was fairly active still. So, he
                            looked at me and said, "Dear, I declare, it distresses me terribly to
                            see your hands. You know, my mother <pb id="p74" n="74"/> had the most
                            beautiful white hands and your mother had such beautiful white hands. I
                            really think that hands are the mark of a lady. Since you have to do all
                            this work, couldn't you wear gloves?" <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note> It never occurred to him to do it himself. Well, I think that is
                            one of the reasons that I was a feminist, you see, and a woman's libber,
                            because my mother spoiled my father terribly and she never expected him
                            to do anything. She never expected him to wash a dish or fix a meal or
                            do anything around the house and he never did. He hardly learned to
                            drive an automobile.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Okay, let's go back to New York now. You were there for a year?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, yes, I went up there and was there about a year. It was a
                            fascinating experience for me, because as I say, I explored all of New
                            York. Then, I got to see some of the plays, I remember Fred and Adele
                            Astair. I thought they were the most marvelous things that I had ever
                            seen. And Marilyn Miller, you don't remember her, I'm sure, but well
                            were the great stars of the musical comedy stage and they were
                            absolutely marvelous. So, it was really quite an experience for me, but
                            I wasn't very happy at Aunt Mamie's. Aunt Mamie never did come to terms
                            with me because I was really, I suppose, an obnoxious child. I was
                            always wanting to know why and Aunt Mamie used to read the society
                            columns all the time. She had a passion for New York society, which she
                            was hardly a member of although she always claimed that she could have
                            been if only Mr. Winchester had been a millionaire. But he wasn't. But
                            through Ella Vaughan, some of the young men that came to the house were
                            very rich young men, so Aunt Mamie had a passion for reading the society
                            columns and <hi rend="i">Vogue</hi> and <hi rend="i">Harper's
                            Bazaar,</hi> you know, and <hi rend="i">Town and Country</hi> and
                            finding out where the Vanderbilts and the Rockefellers and so on were
                            going. So, I remember saying to her one day, "Aunt Mamie, why <pb
                                id="p75" n="75"/> in the world are you so interested in all those
                            people if you don't even know them?" She got perfectly furious with me,
                            you see, I broke the myth, if you know what I mean. I opposed the myth
                            that I was supposed to swallow, which was that she was just an
                            aristocratic southern lady that had a few guests in her house and
                            because she was kind to these poor girls up from the South. My sister
                            had sense enough to be aware of Aunt Mamie's needs and she didn't play
                            up to it, but she just accepted it and went along with it, but I was
                            always asking questions.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <milestone n="2977" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="02:58:56"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>What was your relationship like with your sister then?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, very devoted, I just adored my sister. It's a strange thing, I say so
                            often that I thought she was prettier and more popular and my father
                            loved her to death and all, but I never was jealous of her. Maybe
                            unconsciously I was, but I have no conscious memory of it. In fact, I
                            always felt sorry for her. Now, that's a strange thing, but don't you
                            think that I always felt sorry for Sister?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. Ever since I was in the family.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, Sister was a very sensitive person. She had pride and her feelings
                            got hurt very easily and she was very sensitive and just every little
                            thing hurt her. She was very happy in New York and she loved it, she was
                            independent and making her own money and she was with the Navy and
                            having a wonderful time and as I remember, she was just as happy and
                            healthy as she could be. She just adored it. So, it really was a very
                            good year for me, because I did learn a lot. I wasn't particularly happy
                            in my relationship to Aunt Mamie, but I adored Ella Vaughan, her
                            daughter and thought she was beautiful and sweet. It was a very
                            interesting year. But I came home in the summer. Now, Sister stayed on
                            until she was released from the Navy and then she wanted to stay on in
                            New York, she wanted to come home for a visit and then go on back,
                            because she loved, I think, being independent. <pb id="p76" n="76"/> But
                            that's where my father just used all the emotional blackmail . . . I
                            know that there is a letter somewhere, one of his letters or one of her
                            letters, maybe it has been lost now, where he just put the screws on
                            her. "If you don't come home, I'll know that you don't love me any more.
                            You are the light of my life and I have always adored you and if you
                            don't come home, I'll know that you think I'm a failure, that you think
                            I can't support you." He just used every possible emotional blackmail
                            that he could to get her to come home. Finally, she gave in and came
                            home, which was too bad in a way, because I think that she never was
                            independent after that, because you see, she met Hugo that summer. While
                            he was certainly a great man and adored her, she never was independent
                            after that, she was his wife and she never had a moment of independence
                            after that. He was one of the most powerful characters that she could
                            have married and that's the way it happened. It was very interesting.
                            You see, she came home and she still had on her uniform and he was just
                            out of the Army, you see, he had been a major. And he was <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> a lawyer and a very successful lawyer, a labor
                            lawyer. Then, he <gap reason="unknown"/> made a lot of money and was in
                            the country club and was a very attractive man. He was about twelve
                            years older than she was. He was thirty-five and she was about . . .
                            let's see, I was sixteen, so she must have been twenty-one or
                            twenty-two.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>She was about four and a half years older than you, almost my age.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, let's see, if I was sixteen, she would then have been twenty,
                            twenty-one. She was very young still and he was about thirty-five.
                            Anyway, he had just come back from the Army and had been a major and he
                            lived up the street from us in a house with a lot of other bachelors and
                            he would walk by the house every day. He was a great believer in
                            exercise <pb id="p77" n="77"/> and would walk by the house every day
                            going to his office and would walk back. He always whistled and would
                            bounce when he walked, he had a very bouncy walk and I thought he was
                                <gap reason="unknown"/> good looking. Sister did too, I think. And
                            whether she did it designedly or whether it was by chance, one day he
                            saw her and she had on this uniform, this Naval uniform and I must say,
                            she did look absolutely enchanting in it, so he just couldn't wait to
                            get introduced to her. He belonged to the country club and he met her
                            the following Saturday night at the country club dance. That was always
                            the great weekly event, you know. Well, he never stopped until they
                            married. Good God, I never saw a man work so hard in my life. This was
                            the summer of 1919 and he married her in the winter of 1920 . . . wasn't
                            that it? It took him about a year and a half to get her. She was
                            terribly attracted to him, but he was so dynamic and so different from
                            everybody in her family, you know and so different from her and then, he
                            was considered to be a Bolshevik. All the family friends came to Daddy
                            and said, "Oh, Dr. Foster, you wouldn't let your daughter marry a
                            Bolshevik?" You see, he was a labor lawyer and he represented the
                            unions, so all the corportion people, Mr. Forney Johnston, who was the
                            main corporation lawyer and whose wife was a great friend of my
                            mother's, they were both in the Cadmean Circle, oh, Mr. Forney Johnston,
                            and Mrs . . . I know that Mr. Forney Johnston warned Daddy and Mother
                            against having anything to do with this Bolshevik. You see, the Russian
                            Revolution had just taken place and they didn't have the word,
                            "Communist" then, it was "Bolshevik." Which meant anything radical or
                            particularly connected with labor. In those days, if you belonged to a
                            union, you were a Bolshevik. It was a very general term, you see, and
                            nobody . . . it is almost impossible to realize what a struggle the
                            unions had. </p>
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                        <milestone n="6963" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="03:05:29"/>
                        <pb id="p78" n="78"/>
                        <p>Now, Cliff's father, when I met Mr. John L. Lewis the first time, you
                            know that he lived in Alexandria, he knew the name immediately. He said,
                            "Durr. From Alabama?" I said, "Yes." He said, "I knew your father-in-law
                            very well." I said, "How in the world did you know my father-in-law?" He
                            said, "Your father-in-law was on Governor Kilby's committee." They had a
                            big United Mine Workers strike under Governor Kilby, I forget what year
                            it was, but anyway, Governor Kilby appointed a committee, one of whom
                            was Cliff's father. He came up to Birmingham and examined the causes for
                            the strike and came to the conclusion that the mine companies were the
                            most benevolent, paternalistic, high-minded, splendid organizations in
                            the world. They even built churches for their people, you know, and they
                            had a hospital for them. So, they immediately declared that the strike
                            was no good and it was broken and so Mr. Lewis remembered Mr. Durr very
                            well. Well, you see, he was one of the best men in the world, but he
                            thought that the coal companies were just wonderful.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>He did. He thought George Gordon Crawford was one of the greatest men
                            alive.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>That was the head of the Tennessee Coal and Iron and Railroad Company.
                            So, these southern men, you see, had a great admiration for the southern
                            men who had succeeded with the Yankee corporations. They had made it in
                            the big time, they had really made it with the Wall Street Yankees, you
                            see. It is all impossible for you to realize at your age, the power that
                            Mr. Smith of the L&amp;N Railroad had. You'll have to read <hi
                                rend="i">The Origins of the New South</hi> by Vann Woodward or my
                            son-in-law, Sheldon Hackney's book called <hi rend="i">From Populism to
                                Progressiveism.</hi> You will see, the power that these corporations
                            had in the South and the way that they were looked up to as the
                            salvation of the South. Well, anyway, I came back from New York and
                            Sister came back and then I went to the public high school again for
                            another year. That was when Hugo was courting Sister. He never missed a
                                <pb id="p79" n="79"/> day to come by. Now, he was dating other
                            people all the time, because they hadn't gotten engaged at all. But he
                            was just there all the time and he cultivated me and he cultivated
                            Mother and he cultivated Daddy and he cultivated Sister and he
                            cultivated anybody . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>When he started out to do something, he did it.</p>
                    </sp>

                    <p>
                        <note anchored="yes">
                            <p>[END OF TAPE 2, SIDE B]</p>
                        </note>
                    </p>
                </div2>
                <div2 id="tape3-a" n="3-A" type="tape_side">
                    <head>[TAPE 3, SIDE A]</head>
                    <note anchored="yes">
                        <p>[START OF TAPE 3, SIDE A]</p>
                    </note>

                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, he was a wonderful influence on me because he would bring me books
                            to read and he thought I had some brains. He brought me the Beard's
                            books, I remember, Mary and Charles Beard's books and he brought me
                            Parrington, <hi rend="i">The Main Currents of American Thought,</hi>
                            books that I was astonished to read, I was amazed that he would bring
                            them to me, but he really did. He brought me all kinds of books to read
                            and he would talk to me like I was an equal and he would explain things
                            to me and all about labor unions. He really had a tremendous influence
                            on me and I just adored him. I was his great champion, I thought that he
                            was wonderful. He was an extraordinarily attractive man. He was very
                            lively and very bright and terribly energetic. I went, as I said, that
                            year to the high school in Birmingham and then that following summer,
                            Sister went up to Mentone, we would go up to Mentone every summer and I
                            can remember Hugo going up to see her and taking Mother and me with him,
                            you know and he was pursuing her up there. she had some beaus up on the
                            mountain, too. He never left off one single minute. Then, that following
                            fall, that must have been 1920, I imagine, I went to the Cathedral
                            School in Washington. I don't know what happened then, Daddy must have
                            sold something but a lot of my friends were going up to the Cathedral
                            School in Washington and it was supposed to be a very fine, fashionable
                            and good school and all the nicest girls went. So, I <pb id="p80" n="80"
                            /> went off to the National Cathedral School and there again, I had
                            absolutely marvelous teachers and I got a <gap reason="unknown"/> great
                            desire to go to college because they really did affect me and make me
                            want to learn and go to college. I had excellent teachers, but it was
                            the most snobbish school. The lady that was the head of it was named
                            Miss McDonald or Miss McDougal, I can't remember which, and she was
                            always telling us that she could have been principal of Westover or
                            Foxcroft or even more fashionable schools that this was, she made us
                            feel that she had really come down in the world by being the head of the
                            National Cathedral School because the Westover School and the Foxcroft
                            School were even richer and more fashionable. But by that time, I could
                            always recognize that there was always a rung ahead, no matter what
                            position you achieved, there was always someone richer and grander up
                            above that you were supposed to aspire to. But the Cathedral School, the
                            teaching was splendid and I met all kinds of girls from all over the
                            South, the nicest kinds of girls and all of them had no idea in the
                            world of becoming anything but debutantes and marrying well and being
                            popular.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>What was the attitude toward college? You sister, Josephine, never
                            considered going to college?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, she would have gone to college, but we were poor then. You see, she
                            did go off to Sweet Briar for a year or so, but you see, we varied so.
                            Sometimes we had money and sometimes we didn't. I don't know whether it
                            was the cotton going up or down or Daddy would sell something or what
                            happened, maybe he would sell more insurance. You see, I was never told
                            anything. Mother and Daddy never would discuss money. It was considered
                            common to talk about money.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p81" n="81"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Had she gone to Sweet Briar before she was a Yeomanette?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>She had had a year.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>But by and large, the attitude was that young ladies would go to
                            finishing school and not go to college?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, sure. You were just a bluestocking intellectual if you went to
                            college. But the Cathedral School, some of the girls did go to college
                            and they were encouraged to go to college. But of course, the great
                            majority of them didn't. They came home and made their debut and then
                            married well. Now, when I came home that summer, I had passed most of my
                            college boards and finally, my father was the one that . . . I wasn't
                            his favorite, but he was the one that was convinced that I had brains
                            enough to go to college . . . . <note type="comment"> [interruption
                                while original reel to reel recording changed] </note> . . . . Well,
                            anyway, the school was a splendid school as far as the teaching was
                            concerned. And by that time, I pretty well accepted their values myself.
                            Now, I did have an intellectual curiousity. I loved to read and I wanted
                            to go to college, but I had just about that time accepted the fact that
                            the world was divided into stratifications and that the important thing
                            was to stay where you were or get on the higher rung, but that actually,
                            the poor people, the blacks and the poor whites were that way because
                            they were born that way, it was in the blood. I was lucky because I had
                            been born to a higher strata and I wasn't quite sure that I was going to
                            stay there. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> You see, I always
                            had this conflict with not being as rich as the other girls that I went
                            with. Everybody that I went with, all my friends in Birmingham and even
                            the girls at the Cathedral School were richer than I was. For instance,
                            I remember that at the <pb id="p82" n="82"/> spring vacation, I didn't
                            go home because they just didn't have the money and didn't want to send
                            the money to get me back and forth. I stayed with the Johnston's, that
                            was the Forney Johnston's who were the friends of my family who had
                            warned my mother and father against Hugo Black, he was in Washington at
                            that time, representing, I believe, the Southern Railroad, I forget
                            which, but it was some big case. I was just always conscious of not
                            having the money that the other girls did. Their mothers would go to New
                            York, for instance, every fall, to buy their clothes. Of course, I
                            always had somebody come in for three dollars a day and make them, you
                            know. Mother did have good taste, but we were keeping up with the
                            Joneses at a great effort, if you know what I mean. There was always an
                            effort, trying to look like you had on a hundred dollar dress and it
                            didn't cost but fifteen or something. <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note></p>
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                        <milestone n="2978" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="03:15:11"/>
                        <p>But anyway, I came home for Christmas vacation and at that time, Sister
                            had I can't tell you how many beaus trying to marry her. She just was
                            surrounded by young men trying to marry her. And instead of making her
                            conceited, it made her very sorrowful. She couldn't marry all of them,
                            you know, and she was terribly weepy over the <gap reason="unknown"/>
                            ones that she couldn't marry and you know, she felt that she couldn't
                            bear to hurt their feelings. So, I remember that that Christmas <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> feather fans and beaded pocket books and boxes of
                            candy and flowers just rolled in. I think that I got a few modest things
                            . . . <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> I think that one of them
                            was a hammer that somebody had made in school. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note> But the thing was that Sister was just besieged
                            at that point by young men trying to marry her and Hugo was still in
                            there every minute. He never wasted a second, you know. So finally, when
                            I got . . . and she was very undecided still, she couldn't make up her
                            mind whether to marry him or not. My mother <pb id="p83" n="83"/> liked
                            Hugo and Daddy liked him and they realized that he was a very successful
                            lawyer and was involved in the country club and had very lovely manners,
                            but of course, he came from Clay County and they couldn't quite place
                            him. They never had heard of the Blacks from Clay County. They found
                            that the Blacks ran a store, his father was quite a prosperous merchant
                            in Ashland and . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>A prosperous merchant for Ashland.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>For Ashland. <gap reason="unknown"/> But you know, as I say, all the word
                            came to them that he was a Bolshevik, so they were kind of undecided,
                            too.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>How much of a reputation as a radical did he have?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>A terrific reputation as a radical.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>It didn't seem to bother them too much?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, Mother and Daddy didn't know what a Bolshevik was, I don't think,
                            really. They were not part of this group, they were not part of the
                            group that controlled the town. They weren't part of the corporate
                            group, you see.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>And even though he was considered Bolshevik, he was in the country club
                            and . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>He was very popular and he had other lady friends. He had had them before
                            he went with Sister. He was considered quite eligible, as a catch. If
                            you weren't part of the corporate fight that was going on . . . you see,
                            there was terrible warfare, class warfare in Birmingham between the
                            corporations and the labor unions, they were just crushing the labor
                            unions generally. Hugo represented the carpenters and the mineworkers
                            and the railway unions and the thing that he did, as I told you before,
                            he got these tremendous verdicts for them before these juries . . . you
                            see, <pb id="p84" n="84"/> one of the reasons that the Ku Klux Klan
                            arose, and this is something that the books that have been written about
                            him never make very plain, don't make plain at all. When he came back
                            from the war in 1919, 1918, whenever he got back, the soldiers came back
                            by the thousands from the war. They had been drafted. Well, two things
                            happened. One was that these soldiers that came back from the war were
                            determined that they were going to be rewarded. They weren't going back
                            and work for nothing. So, there was a tremendous effort at that point to
                            form unions and get higher pay.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Also, you were exempt from poll tax if you had been in the Army.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, you were exempt, so you could vote. So, they were determined that
                            they were not going to be paid the way that they were and live the way
                            that they were. There was a radical feeling in the air. Then, the other
                            opposite end of the pole was that a great many black men had been in the
                            army and they had been in France and the word came back that they had
                            been sleeping with white women. Well, these two things worked against
                            each other, because the white men wouldn't let the blacks into the
                            unions and they wouldn't organize on an integrated basis. On the other
                            hand, the word was spread by the corporations that the blacks were going
                            to organize; they arous all the southern passions by saying that these
                            blacks had come back after sleeping with white women in France and they
                            were going to try to sleep with white women in the South. And all the
                            old passions of sexual . . . the dreadful sexual cesspool, I call it,
                            came to the surface. There were terrible things done then, you know,
                            lynchings and dreadful things done to the black soldiers. It was
                            designed to make them go back in their place and not think that because
                            you were in the United States Army, you can get <pb id="p85" n="85"/> by
                            with this. Horrible oppressions took place. Well, Hugo was right in the
                            middle of trying to get the unions organized. He belonged to the Baptist
                            Church and he taught Sunday School and he belonged to I can't tell you
                            how many fraternal organizations and he got elected city judge, didn't
                            he?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>That was before the war.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, anyway, he knew Birmingham inside out and upside down and the poor
                            folks, the black folks, the white folks, the labor folks and he had
                            become quite a figure, but anti-corporation, you see. The corporation
                            people absolutely hated him because he encouraged unions and then, he
                            got these verdicts in the courts. But the unions were broken, they were
                            helped as I said, by Cliff's father and the National Guard was called
                            out. So, the Ku Klux Klan was formed at that point as a kind of
                            underground union and unless you were there and knew it, nobody will
                            believe it. They will say, "Oh, but the Klan was against the unions."
                            Well, it wasn't. They had tried to form unions. They had tried to make
                            themselves politically effective and they were defeated, so that's when
                            they flocked into the Klan. And all over the South, you see, these
                            returning soldiers flocked into the Klan, these white soldiers. They
                            flocked in because one, they had been determined to get more money and
                            they were determined to be politically effective and they felt that they
                            could only do this by a secret organization. The bad part of it was that
                            they were determined that these black soldiers would not be able to
                            think that they were going to sleep with white women. And not only that,
                            they were against the Catholics and against the Jews, too, but not
                            nearly so much. I don't think that it was so much anti-Jewish and
                            anti-Catholic feeling as it was anti-black.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <milestone n="2978" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="03:23:05"/>
                    <milestone n="2979" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="03:23:06"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>So, at the Klan meetings then, did they talk about unions and . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p86" n="86"/>

                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I never went to one, but I've been to many a Klan parade. I just took it
                            for granted, I never thought anything of it. You see, my grandfather had
                            been in the Klan. I told you that he fought for Nathan Bedford Forrest,
                            who formed the Klan, so my grandfather had been in the Klan and I always
                            thought of it as something noble and grand and patriotic that had saved
                            the white women of the South. I remember seeing the horrible movie
                            called <hi rend="i">The Klansman . . . . </hi></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>
                            <hi rend="i">Birth of A Nation.</hi>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p><hi rend="i">Birth of A Nation.</hi> Oh, I thought that it was the most
                            thrilling, dramatic and marvelous thing in the world when the Klan rode
                            in there and rescued the poor white girl from the black soldier and all.
                            You see, you can't imagine the contradictions in my life, the total
                            contradictions. I had been surrounded by black men all my life. The old
                            men at the plantation, I sat on their laps, you know and thought they
                            were sweet, lovely old men. You know, the mailman, the yard man, the
                            furnace man, I had been surrounded by black men all my life. Not one of
                            them had ever been anything but kind and decent to me. I had never been
                            afraid of a single one of them, it never crossed my mind that a black
                            man would make an indecent attempts, or a white man either, for that
                            point. I didn't know what they would do. I didn't know what rape was, I
                            kept hearing about it, but I didn't know what rape was. I was scared to
                            ask. These terrible inhibitions had been driven into me on sex and I was
                            frightened to ask what rape was and I was scared that it would be
                            revealed to be something that I didn't want to know. But then at the
                            same time, I would go to see the <hi rend="i">Birth of A Nation</hi> and
                            believe that the Klan was a great organization, very noble and wonderful
                            and proud that my grandfather had been a member of it. So, the fact that
                            they said Hugo Black was a member of the Klan, it didn't affect <pb
                                id="p87" n="87"/> me at all. I used to go to Klan parades, they took
                            place all the time. But I do remember one thing, I remember that they
                            were all robed and booded but I also remember looking at the shoes and I
                            thought to myself, "I wonder why they all have such worn-out, old,
                            miserable-looking shoes on?" I had always thought of the Klan as the
                            aristocrats riding off on white horses to save the pure white southern
                            woman. I was surprised that the Klansmen that I saw looked so poor and
                            their shoes were so terrible looking. You see, the Confederacy then was
                            still very much alive. I would have to go to the Confederate reunions.
                            They would meet in Birmingham usually and all the nice girls, from the
                            age of about twelve to twenty were pages for the Confederate reunion.
                            You would get all dressed up and all the old soldiers by that time were
                            pretty old. They all had beards, it seemed to me, and they all had bushy
                            mustaches and they all chewed tobacco and spit. You see, they were put
                            up free in the nicest homes and hotels and these ladies that ran the
                            UDC, the United Daughters of the Confederacy, were always great big
                            stout ladies or very thin ladies, they had banners and flowers and big
                            hats and we were all dressed up and were pages. All that I could see
                            that we did was to let the old soldiers kiss us. Well, that was pretty
                            horrible, because not only did they chew tobacco, but they were always
                            given liquor to keep them going and so, they smelled and the wet tobacco
                            juice, oh! It was disgusting. Well, I came home and told Mother that I
                            wasn't going back and she said, "Well darling, they are heroes, they are
                            old Confederate veterans." If some old lecherous man had kissed me, she
                            would have thought it was terrible, but she thought it was perfectly all
                            right to send me down there with these lecherous old men and let twenty
                            of them hug me and kiss me.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>They were heroes.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>They were heroes. Well, I got a terrible distaste for kissing, <pb
                                id="p88" n="88"/> tobacco flavored and whiskey flavored. Oh, it was
                            dreadful. But then, you know, we would ride in the parade and they would
                            make speeches, the politicians would, about pure white southern
                            womanhood and I believed it. I was pure white southern womanhood and all
                            these men had died for me and the Confederate flag was flying just to
                            save me. I got to thinking I was pretty hot stuff, to have all the war
                            fought for me and this was a general theme, you see, that the war really
                            was fought to save pure white southern womanhood.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>And did you have any trouble with that attitude when you were at the
                            Cathedral School?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, all the other girls believed it too, all the southern girls did.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>All of the girls were from the South?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Most of them were, not all of them, but the ones that were from the South
                            all believed it, too. There was never any discussion of it. The thing
                            that I think is so hard for this age to remember was that there was
                            never any discussion of these things. Nobody told you these things,
                            nobody ever sat down and said, "Now, you've got to believe that the War
                            Between the States was . . . ", you just automatically did believe that
                            the slave system had been a benevolent system. I can remember my
                            grandmother telling me, "Well, honey, I just feel so sorry for those
                            poor people. When they lived with us " . . . she never said, "When we
                            owned them . . . " "When they lived with us, they were so happy and we
                            looked after them and took care of them when they were sick and looked
                            after them when they were old." Of course, there they were in the back
                            yard, beirg fed and living in those little clean houses and I imagine
                            they were being looked after when they were sick and they did look happy
                            to me. She would say, "Oh, it's not us, <pb id="p89" n="89"/> it's
                            them." "Oh," she said, "the terrible thing for them was when they were
                            freed and had to go back on their own resources and they couldn't make a
                            living." That was the view that I got of slavery. Nothing was ever
                            discussed, everything was assumed. You just assumed all these things. No
                            one said, "Now, you are a poor genteel aristocrat and you've got to . .
                            . " It was always just assumed. I can't tell you that anything was ever
                            discussed. If anybody fell by the wayside, I remember that a girl had a
                            baby and it was whispered around that she had a baby. Well, she was
                            banished and nobody ever knew where she went. Somebody said that she was
                            sent off to New Jersey, but she died as though she had never existed.
                            Nobody ever spoke her name and she was gone and never came back, her
                            mother and father left town. It was as though the whole family had just
                            died and nobody ever told you that this was the fate that would happen
                            to you if you had a baby, but you knew it. You were aware of it. We knew
                            that she was a fast girl and she had done something that we knew if we
                            did it, we would be banished, too. Nobody explained it to us, but we
                            knew it alright, we knew that she was a fast girl and she had done
                            something that had brought on that baby. New, what it was, we didn't
                            quite know. We knew that if we stayed in the car and kissed too much
                            that we might do it, too. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> But
                            nothing was ever discussed, the explanations that you got, you just
                            accepted. Nobody ever told you that you had to believe this, it was just
                            assumed that you did believe. And all about ladies and gentlemen. Mother
                            divided the world into the nice people, they lived on the South Side and
                            they were the Presbyterians and Episcopalians and they lived in nice
                            houses and had servants and had automobiles and belonged to the country
                            club and they were the people that you associated with. They were the
                            nice people. Well, underneath the nice people were a group that she
                            strongly resented and which she called "the climbers," the new <pb
                                id="p90" n="90"/> rich, the people that came into Birmingham and
                            money would get to their head. Well, they were rich and they might get
                            in the country club finally, and of course, they always did eventually,
                            if they got rich enough. But they were the new rich, they were the
                            climbers. It was always said, "Well, nobody knows who they are or where
                            they came from. Nobody has ever heard of them before and I have never
                            been able to place who they were." <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note> Then, beneath them came the "good plain people." These were the
                            people who might arise eventually into the nice people, but they were
                            respectable and they were good, plain people and they did the work of
                            the world and kept things going. But beyond them were the "common
                            people." Now, these people were mostly Baptists. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note> The fact that Hugo was a Baptist was one of the
                            things that they held against him. <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note> They were mostly Baptists and they did work, but inferior work
                            and they were, I suppose, the working class. They were "common people"
                            and then, the worst, far beyond them, were the poor white trash. When
                            you got down there, you had gotten to the bottom of the heap on the
                            white side. They dipped sunff and they were like the people that came
                            over the mountain and they were just born that way.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>They were uncouth?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Totally uncouth, but also very miserable people and always with either
                            tobacco or snuff dripping down. They were always yellow somehow, I think
                            that it must have been malaria. And they had pellagra and hookworms and
                            they bred like rabbits. I remember that phrase that was used a great
                            deal, "they breed like rabbits." They were just beyond the Fale
                            completely. I'm sure that you were taught the same thing up there in
                            Tennessee. Weren't you taught about poor white trash and didn't your
                            mother and father look <pb id="p91" n="91"/> down on them?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. They weren't quite that far below us, though. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, then you see, the blacks were completely outside everything. They
                            were just completely another entire group. Of course, we were surrounded
                            by them the entire time, they were in the house all the time, your life
                            depended on them all the time and you loved them dearly, but they were
                            just outside. They were just another whole group. So you see, by the
                            time I got to the Cathedral School, I accepted all this and everybody
                            else in the school accepted it. If there was any protest against it, I
                            never heard it. As I said, the lady that was the head of the school was
                            always making us feel that because we didn't go to Foxcroft or Westover
                            or some other very fashionable schools, where the richest girls went,
                            that she really had come down in the world. You see, it was a class
                            society and we southern girls were just as impressed by it as we could
                            be, because you see, we really were not as rich as the Yankee girls
                            were. Now, a tiny few number of girls finally got to Foxcroft, which
                            Miss Noland ran in Virginia, which was supposed to be the richest school
                            of all and Miss Charlotte Noland ran that and she ran it on the most
                            snobbish lines possible to attract the richest girls there and she
                            succeeded. </p>
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                        <milestone n="2980" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="03:36:43"/>
                        <p>Anyway, I was called back from the Cathedral School because Sister
                            finally decided to marry Hugo.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now, what year was this?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>This was 1920, February of 1920, as I recall. I was the maid of honor.
                            Well, when I got home, I found that things were all in a great state of
                            excitement because Hugo had said to my mother that they either had to
                            have 10,000 people to the wedding, because he was already then thinking
                            about politics <gap reason="unknown"/> or he could just have a very few,
                            a home wedding. So, of course, Mother couldn't afford any 10,000 people
                            at the <pb id="p92" n="92"/> wedding and so, they had a very quiet home
                            wedding and had just the two families and a few friends. I suppose maybe
                            twenty-five or fifty people. But a very small wedding. And another thing
                            that Hugo was, he was a fierce prohibitionist in those days, absolutely
                            fierce prohibitionist. Oh, my God, he was just adamant against liquor.
                            He had a brother who was a doctor, as I recall and who sometimes drank
                            and one night, he was coming home and he had a drink and he drowned, his
                            brother fell over in a stream in the buggy or something. Now, whether he
                            drowned on account of the liquor or on account of the buggy, I don't
                            remember but anyway, Hugo had a terrible, he was a fierce
                            prohibitionist. My sister was so nervous and I had an aunt from Memphis,
                            my Aunt Louise, whom we called "Oo-Oo", she was kind of a gay old lady
                            in those days. She always was, she smoked cigarettes and took a drink
                            and was very amusing and told funny stories and we all adored her. So,
                            Sister was so nervous and really just trembling and shaking all over, so
                            she gave Sister a little drink of whiskey. Well, Hugo always said that
                            here he was, this great prohibitionist and his bride came down and when
                            he leaned over and kissed her, the first thing that he smelled was
                            whiskey on her breath. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> He just
                            about fell over in a dead faint. But they were finally married and he
                            was the happiest man that I have ever seen in my life. And I think that
                            she was very happy, too.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>And he was what, in his middle thirties by that time?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. He absolutely worshipped her and I never saw a man love a woman more
                            than he did or work harder to get her. He did everything he could in his
                            power to make her happy, except give her her freedom. He gave her
                            everything that he could think of to give her and there was not a wish
                            of her heart that he didn't satisfy. But she never had one hour's
                            freedom from that time on.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p93" n="93"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>She was Mrs. Hugo Black.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>She was Mrs. Hugo Black. And he expected her to subordinate herself to
                            his life and his ambitions and it never occurred to him otherwise. I
                            don't think that he ever realized that she would want to be free and do
                            something that she wanted to occasionally. He was not only terribly kind
                            to her but he was kind to her family. He helped us out a lot and assumed
                            a great deal of obligation when my mother and father lost everything.
                            But she was always in a state of dependence, total dependence. But you
                            know, his daughter, who was entirely different from my sister, she had
                            been to college and was much more independent, but you know where he
                            wanted to send her? Sweet Briar College. He wanted her to be just like
                            her mother. He wanted her to be a sweet southern lady and beuatiful and
                            charming. And Sister was all of those things, she was beautiful and
                            sweet and charming and everybody adored her and he above all. But I
                            don't think that Sister ever was able, after she married, to have a free
                            moment hardly. But that was the way that girls were supposed to be
                            anyway, you see. There was no question about that. The suffrage movement
                            was just starting about then and there was a lady who lived above us in
                            the neighborhood named Mrs. Patty Jacobs who was a leader of the
                            suffrage movement. She was a very handsome woman and I used to see her a
                            lot and I knew her family and all and Mother and Daddy would say, "Oh,
                            poor Mr. Jacobs, think of that wife he's got, running all over the
                            country and the town and getting votes for women, getting votes for
                            women." And Mother would say, "Well, you know, I think that Mrs. Jacobs
                            likes men."</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <milestone n="6965" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="03:41:37"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Mrs. Jacobs was in your neighborhood, though, she was a wealthy class
                            woman?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>She was an upper class woman, I don't know how wealthy she was, but she
                            was well off and a handsome woman.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p94" n="94"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>She wasn't one of the common people?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, no. No, no.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>What did you think about Mrs. Jacobs?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I just assumed and believed what Mother said, that she was doing it
                            because she liked men. </p>
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                        <milestone n="2981" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="03:41:58"/>
                        <p>You see, liking men was supposed to be quite a sin in those days. Any
                            woman that was considered fast or painted her face or was too . . .
                            there was a very beautiful woman in Birmingham named Mrs. Barrett, who
                            had been married three or four times and was a very handsome woman and
                            the Whisper was that she liked men, which meant that she was a fast
                            woman and that was a terrible sin. I remember that when I was a little
                            older, Zelda Sayre, she was the most beautiful of all, of course, and
                            the most popular, but the whisper was that she liked men. You see,
                            liking men meant that you were fast, that you were . . . you were
                            supposed to be "chased and chaste," if you know what I mean. You were
                            supposed to be totally pure and be terribly attractive to men, but not
                            give them an inch. Because if you did, that might involve your ruin, I
                            suppose and then you would be banished, packed off to New Jersey. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> Can you see by this time the
                            inhibitions that had been built up in us and the class barriers and the
                            sex barriers and the idea marrying and marrying well was the only fate
                            that you could possibly have.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>You're not talking about any kind of . . . of other . . . </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Any girls in my class or my group, they're the only ones that I knew.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>No, you're not saying anything about your objection to it. I'm surprised
                            that you weren't a little more . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p95" n="95"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Not at this time, not at this time. See, my great fear was that I
                            wouldn't be popular. Cliff says that I had a superiority complex, but
                            he's wrong, I didn't. I had been told from my infancy that I was too
                            big, too raw-boned, near-sighted, that I asked too many questions and I
                            never was given the image, except by my mother who adored me and she
                            always said, "Now dear, if you will just do this or that, you will be
                            beautiful and you will be charming." Then, I wasn't any great belle, you
                            see. I had a few boys that came around, but they . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, you were certainly no wall flower.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>This was when I was in my teens, not after I got older. Then, I was more
                            popular, but the thing was that in my teens, I really wasn't one of the
                            more popular girls. We had the most awful system then, good God, it was
                            enough to scare you to death. If you got invited to a party or a dance,
                            the hostess even, not just a fraternity or a club, they would put the
                            girls' names on a list at a drugstore and then the boys would check your
                            name. It was a display, the list of girls was on the cigar counter, I
                            think, <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> so, no matter what you
                            were invited to, whether it was a buffet supper or a picnic or anything,
                            the boys would check the names. The boys were totally in control of the
                            social system. So, if you didn't get checked, you never went. Even if it
                            was a private party, you didn't go, because if you weren't checked, then
                            the horrible and frantic efforts of the hostess in trying to make some
                            boy bring you! All the calling around, "Will you bring somebody?" So you
                            see, we were just in a state of absolute terror all the time because you
                            were totally dependent on the will or the popularity of the boys. If
                            they didn't check your name, you were disgraced. There your name was and
                            nobody had checked you. So, what some of the girls did, if they could
                            get a steady <pb id="p96" n="96"/> boyfriend, then they always knew that
                            they had a chance to go. So, a lot of the girls just had one steady
                            boyfriend. Well, I had some times when I wasn't checked. So, my mother
                            had a friend, Mrs. Cataniss, who was a worthy old lady and very
                            fashionable and she knew that my mother was worried about me. This was
                            before I went off to New York and I was only fifteen then, you see, but
                            my mother was worried about me because I wasn't so popular. I had a few
                            beaus, but not enough to make me a belle at all. One of them was much
                            shorter than I was and he wouldn't take me to a dance because he came up
                            to my elbow and the other one couldn't dance. So, Mrs. Cataniss said,
                            "Now Virginia, men are like sheep. If they see a lot of men around a
                            girl, they will always be attracted because they follow the crowd. Now,
                            the thing for you to do if you want to be popular is to be nice to all
                            the drips", the dull boys and the ugly boys and the boys that couldn't
                            dance well and the shy boys and the boys that weren't with it much,
                            "Now, you just start being nice to all the drips and then no matter who
                            they are," the dashing boys, the SAEs, (who were the big drunks, that
                            fraternity that Cliff belonged to,) "and they will see you being
                            surrounded by all these boys and being broken in on and they'll want to
                            know what that girl has got, she must have something, you know, or she
                            wouldn't be so surrounded." So, I made an absolute, desperate effort to
                            be nice to all the drips. So, I collected around myself some of the
                            drippiest drips that you've ever had. <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note> As I look back on it, I really blush to think how false and
                            hypocritical I was, the short boys I'd go with and the tall boys I'd go
                            with and the shy boys; some of them were the nicest of course, because
                            if I could make them feel at ease, they were okay. But lots of the boys
                            that were rather dull . . . oh, what I suffered, the boredom that I
                            would have to put up with. But I got to be fairly popular through this
                            means.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p97" n="97"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>It worked.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>It worked okay. I would be broken in on at the country club and I would
                            get checked for the dances and so I finally got so where I was okay. But
                            I was always a little anxious, I never had that feeling of being
                            irresistable that the belles had.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Did the fact that you had gone away to New York and to the Cathedral
                            School give you status?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Honey, nothing gave you status in those days but being popular with the
                            boys. I mean, you could be beautiful, you could be rich, you could go to
                            Paris to school. If you weren't popular with the boys . . . look, I know
                            some of the girls in Birmingham whose families were the richest, who
                            went to Foxcroft, who had thousands of dollars spent on their clothes
                            and they would invite the boys to dinner and give them filet mignon or
                            three or eight courses and they never got checked for the dances. You
                            see, the boys absolutely ruled the social life. They were the ones that
                            determined whether a girl was or was not popular. Because you see, the
                            thing was that marriage being our only outlet or the only thing that we
                            could do, the boys had to ask us. We were totally at their mercy and
                            attracting men and being attractive to men and getting a nice beau and
                            the best marriage that you could was our only ambition and our only
                            future, our only career. So, naturally, the boys were in total command
                            of the situation, they were the ones that asked us. It was only the
                            girls that were so popular that they could play one man off against
                            another who had power. Now there was a girl who lived across the street
                            from me who got engaged, I think, to seven men at the same time. Maybe
                            just only five, I can't remember . . . <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note> But she would play one man against the other and they were all
                            angling for her. And the same thing <pb id="p98" n="98"/> was true of my
                            sister, she had all these men trying to marry her and she was totally in
                            control of that situation. Of course, Sister being so tender-hearted,
                            she was always crying because she couldn't marry them all, you know and
                            she was afraid to break their hearts, but that's a hard thing to do, as
                            you may know, to break a man's heart. <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note> But she was very tender hearted. The only thing that gave you
                            status, being rich <gap reason="unknown"/> and having lovely clothes and
                            giving beautiful parties might help, but the thing that counted was
                            being popular with the boys.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <milestone n="6966" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="03:51:34"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now, were you more concerned about being popular and marrying well or
                            were you also concerned about going off to college?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I had a split personality, I wanted to do both. I really think that the
                            reason that my mother finally came over to be willing to send me up to
                            Wellesley . . . Daddy really thought that I had some brains and he
                            wanted to see that I got a college education. Daddy had a splendid
                            library, you see and I <gap reason="unknown"/> had the full run of it.
                            By that time, I had read everything in that library. I had read
                            Macauley's <hi rend="i">History of England,</hi> Green's History of
                            England and all of Dickens, all of Scott, most of Eliot and I had read
                            Quizot's <hi rend="i">History of France</hi> even, a good bit of it. And
                            they had <hi rend="i">The Book of Knowledge,</hi> I had gone through
                            that. I was an omnivorous reader. One reason was that I was so
                            near-sighted you see and I was very poor at sports. I never could play
                            tennis or golf, I could swim, but they never would let me wear glasses,
                            you see. I didn't get <gap reason="unknown"/> glasses until I was
                            sixteen or seventeen, I reckon. Mother thought like Dorothy Parker, "Men
                            don't make passes at girls that wear glasses." I used to go to the
                            movies and never see a thing on the screen.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>When I would date her, her mother would hide the glasses.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, Mother would . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p99" n="99"/>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>In the days before talking movies, they would flash these signs up and .
                            . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I never did get to read a thing. I could hardly see Margaurite Clark or
                            Mary Pickford or Wallace Reid, who was my hero. No, Mother thought that
                            glasses would just ruin your chances and I could never wear them at
                            dances or parties, you see, when I finally got a pair. And I was
                            terribly near-sighted, I couldn't see the leaves on the trees, even.
                            Everything was a blur, but when I finally got glasses, my God, Mother
                            would hide them if I was going to a party, she was so scared that I
                            would put them on. I know that it all sounds ridiculous, but it was
                            absolutely the truth. So, you see, I was divided. I wanted to be popular
                            more than anything and to be a belle and have a lot of proposals and
                            have everybody adore me and get flowers and candy and beaded bags and
                            plumes . . . the great thing then was fans made out of plumes, oh, that
                            was the great thing, to have a fan made out of plumes that your
                            boyfriend would send you. I'll bet that you never saw one. Well, you saw
                                <hi rend="i">The Great Gatsby</hi> didn't you?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>I haven't seen it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, you see <hi rend="i">The Great Gatsby</hi> and at least you will
                            know how we looked. Now you see, I never belonged to the Jazz Age. In
                            Birmingham, there was a fast set that drank gin and so on, but I never
                            belonged to that at all, because I was a "nice girl." I went mostly with
                            nice young men and occasionally, I would get caught with a drunk, which
                            was pretty sad. Because you would go to a dance with a body and you
                            would spend all day long getting ready. We would take bubble baths . . .
                            somehow we thought that if you took a bubble bath, you would be
                            irresistible. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> We'd spend all
                            day fixing ourselves up for the dance that night and . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p100" n="100"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p> . . . your slippers and your stockings and your underwear and your
                            powder and paint and lipstick, rouge and your hair curled and your
                            dress, usually some sort of satin or tulle or chiffon and oh, you really
                            looked like a beautiful flower when you really got it all done. And your
                            mother would be there, you know, powdering your back and then you had to
                            have the right kind of little evening bag and it was really a terrific
                            preparation. And you would go with some boy to a dance and by God, he
                            would get drunk. In those days, you see, the liquor was mostly bootleg
                            liquor and some of the boys got what they called . . . what did they
                            call it, Cliff?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Jake-Leg.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Tell her what Jake-Leg was.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, Jake-Leg, they'd drink wood alcohol which would affect the spinal
                            chord and leave them crippled.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh yeah, they would be crippled. There weren't many that would do that,
                            I've only seen a few, but most of them drank this vile bootleg liquor
                            that looked and tasted as if it had fusel oil on top and they'd throw
                            up. The country club would just be lined with the aristocracy of
                            Birmingham throwing up over the balustrade because they had drunk this
                            horrible liquor. So, there was no temptation for young ladies to take a
                            drink because it tasted so bad. But it was very disappointing to want to
                            be the figure of romance and have your beau turn into a sick young man
                            vomiting and couldn't bring you home and somebody would have to bring
                            you home.</p>
                        <milestone n="6966" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="03:56:51"/>
                        <milestone n="2982" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="03:56:52"/>
                        <p>But anyway, that summer, after Sister got married, I had gone to the
                            Cathedral School and came back that summer and I was just dying to go to
                            college. I had passed most of my college boards. I think that I had to
                            take Latin again, never was very good in Latin and although I had a
                            splendid teacher that year, Miss Webster, who was really wonderful and I
                            did get interested in Latin at that point, because she used Latin as a
                            sort of a <pb id="p101" n="101"/> history thing, the whole Roman Empire.
                            Anyway, Daddy finally consented but I think that my mother came around
                            to be willing to spend the money. Now, the tuition and board at
                            Wellesley in those days was $800 for the whole year. You know, that's
                            just ridiculous for these days, I think that it is something like four
                            or five thousand right now, but of course, I had to have my railroad
                            fare back and forth and my clothes and my allowance of $25 a month and
                            it all added up, I reckon, to about $1500 a year, which was a lot of
                            money for my family. But Daddy agreed to my going and I really think
                            that my mother thought, "Well, Virginia has gotten better looking and
                            her rough edges have been smoothed off some and maybe she'll catch a
                            rich beau up there." She never said it, but I'm sure that we were
                            getting steadily poorer in those days and I think that she just in the
                            back of her mind, like most southern mothers that were hard up, <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> hoped that I would bring home a Yankee
                            millionaire, maybe. She never said it, but Hugo was doing very well then
                            and I think that he encouraged them to send me off to college. Now
                            whether he helped with the fees or not, I don't know. I know that he
                            helped the family out a lot, but that was always a matter of mystery,
                            what he did. I know what Cliff did and my mother and father finally had
                            to be totally supported by Hugo and my brother and Cliff.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now, what about your brother? Was he off?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, my brother was in the war, too. He was a naval aviator and he came
                            back and he went up to Kentucky and worked in the coal mines. They were
                            the Laniers, neighbors and friends of ours who owned them. He was going
                            up to Kentucky and learn to . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>He was going to be a coal operator.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, a coal operator, not a coal miner but he first had to learn <pb
                                id="p102" n="102"/> the business. I don't know whether he ever dug
                            coal or not, I doubt that. But the Laniers were friends and neighbors of
                            ours and they had big mines up in Kentucky and he went up there and
                            began to work for them. He wasn't at home. My brother had been an SAE at
                            the University with Cliff and all the SAEs were sort of the top dogs in
                            Birmingham society then and they were all the big drunks. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> My brother never let me go with
                            any of his fraternity brothers. I had a few of them that would ask me
                            for dates, but he said, "No. Jinxie can't go out with that boy." He was
                            his best friend but he knew that he was an old drunk and also that he
                            made passes. So, I was protected by my brother from such indecent
                            behavior. Well, anyway, they finally agreed to send me off to Wellesley.
                            Well, that was a great event because Mother immediately went down and
                            had some very fine ball dresses made. <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note> To go off to Wellesley. And she bought me a squirrel coat, that
                            was a great thing in those days, a squirrel coat. I was so proud of it,
                            a fur coat, the first one that I ever had and I just thought that it was
                            the most gorgeous thing in the world. Have you ever seen a squirrel
                            coat? Well, they are grey and very pale. So, my best friend in
                            Birmingham at that time was a girl named Virginia Jemison and she was a
                            sophomore. So, I went off to Wellesley.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <milestone n="2982" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="04:01:06"/>
                    <milestone n="6967" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="04:01:07"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>She was a sophomore at Wellesley.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, at Wellesley. She was one of the reasons that I wanted to go so much
                            because I was very devoted to her at the time.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now, was this 1921?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>This was 1921, because I was in the class of 1925. Let's see, 20-21 . . .
                            maybe it was the fall of '21.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>No, it would have been '21.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p103" n="103"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>The fall of '21, that's right. Well, anyway, I went on up there and I got
                            to Wellesley and I roomed in the Village. You don't know Wellesley, but
                            the freshmen at that time all lived in the Village and the upperclassmen
                            lived on the campus. So, I got to this sort of old fashioned wooden
                            house and found that I had a room on the second floor and this old lady
                            ran it, I forget her name now, but she was a mean old lady. So, I found
                            this beautiful girl sitting on the other bed, it was a double room. Her
                            name was Emmy Bosley and she was from Buffalo. She really was one of the
                            prettiest girls that I ever saw in my life, I haven't seen her for
                            years. She had big brown eyes and brown hair and her skin was sort of
                            clear brown, if you know what I mean. She was very lively and vivacious
                            and terribly attractive. We just adored each other. It was just a mutual
                            meeting of the souls, we just adored each other. It couldn't have been a
                            happier combination. Are you interested in hearing all these
                        details?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I'm not boring you to death?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Is this history you are getting down or sociology or what?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>It doesn't matter.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, she had come from Buffalo and her father was a lawyer. But they
                            weren't very rich, they were like me, they went with all the rich people
                            and the nicest girls and were part of the society group, but her father
                            was not very wealthy, so they were always having to worry about money,
                            too. And her sister was a sophomore and she was a beautiful girl,
                            extremely blond. Emmy was a beautiful brunette and Kay was a beautiful
                            blonde, had beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair. She was kind of like my
                            sister and Emmy's relationship <pb id="p104" n="104"/> with Kay was sort
                            of my relationship with my sister. She thought that Kay was the most
                            beautiful creature in the world and the most popular and she was always
                            sorry for Kay because Kay was so sensitive and wept and cried and was
                            always breaking hearts and then sorry that she couldn't marry them all.
                            And she did have a pretty sad life, she finally died of cancer. Anyway,
                            the point of the story is that Wellesley was just absolutely sheer
                            delight to me. I adored it. I never felt so well in my life, I was never
                            so happy in my life. I just really loved it, just adored it, I couldn't
                            have been happier.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you feel a lot freer there?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh my God, yes. I felt completely free and the thing that was so
                            wonderful . . . in Birmingham, the mothers at the country club would all
                            watch from the back porch. They had big french windows from the ball
                            room to the back porch. So, your mother was always watching to see how
                            many breaks you got and how popular you were and all the other mothers.
                            You know, that was pretty hard. You were watched all the time and if a
                            girl danced too close to a man or a man danced too close to a girl or
                            they saw any kind of hankey-pankey going on, don't think that they
                            didn't come right in and make a scene about it! Oh, no, we were just
                            watched constantly. It wasn't that our mothers thought that we were
                            going to do anything immoral or have a baby or anything, they wanted to
                            see how popular we were. It was like a race, a horse race or something,
                            whether your daughter was coming out ahead and who danced with her.
                            Everybody was involved in it. This was a serious business of life. This
                            wasn't anything frivilous, this was a serious business for the mother to
                            get the daughter married well and for the daughter to marry well. Now,
                            by marrying well, they meant a boy who was white, a Presbyterian or
                            Episcopalian, well off, came from a good family, could be placed and who
                            would <pb id="p105" n="105"/> support you in the style which they wanted
                            you to be supported in. They hoped that you would fall in love with him,
                            too. Romance was the come on part of it, but the point was that they
                            wanted you to be married well. There was no other future for you, what
                            could you do? They hadn't even passed the suffrage amendment in Alabama
                            at that time. Women had gotten the right to vote in 1920, but in
                            Alabama, they hadn't passed the right to vote bill, the suffrage
                            amendment. You could teach school, that was considered respectable, but
                            when you started teaching school, that meant that you had lost all hope
                            of getting a husband and as Daddy would say to me when he would see me
                            putting my glasses on, "I think that you are going to be an old maid
                            school teacher, the way you wear those glasses. You are just going to be
                            an old maid school teacher, that's all the future I see for you." He
                            would really get mad at me if I didn't look pretty and charming and he
                            would look at me and say, "Well, I don't see any future for you but to
                            be an old maid school teacher." That may be the reason that he sent me
                            to Wellesley, he thought that was the only future that I had. I don't
                            know. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> He never really did like
                            me very much, I mean, he loved me in a way, but he never liked me very
                            much. I irritated him, I was too much like him and I irritated him. I
                            would argue with him.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>He wasn't pleased that you liked his books?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, he may have been pleased that I liked his books, but he really
                            wanted me to be like my sister. He didn't think I was so sweet. And I
                            argued with him, he irritated me, too. We would have terrible arguments
                            about things and he would make Mother cry quite often and I didn't like
                            that. I adored my mother. </p>
                        <milestone n="6967" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="04:08:14"/>
                        <milestone n="2983" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="04:08:15"/>
                        <p>Daddy was either very up or down, Mother used to say it was like riding
                            the elevator. He was always very enthusaistic or busy with something,
                                <pb id="p106" n="106"/> he was going to make a million dollars. He
                            was always investing money in oil, for instance, and the oil wells
                            always came out dry.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>But whether up or down, he was always articulate.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Always articulate and then if he was down, he was the downest you can
                            imagine.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Everybody else had to be down with him.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, he would say he was a failure and make everybody perfectly miserable
                            and he would just pour out his frustrations and his grief and his
                            disappointments, just drown Mother and all of us in them when he was
                            down. You see, he was such a contradictory man because he was highly
                            educated and he was terribly interested in things, he would read the
                            paper from cover to cover and he was very interested in foreign affairs
                            and interested in what was going on in Washington, he had a really
                            bright mind and read everything in the world. He always waked up about
                            three o'clock and read to about five o'clock. He read a great deal and
                            kept up with things. He took <hi rend="i">The Literary Digest</hi> and
                            he read it from cover to cover, that was kind of the intellectual
                            journal of the day. But at the same time, you see, he was so full of
                            these total contradictions about race and class and women, you know what
                            I mean. So, his mind and his emotions were so totally at variance. Does
                            that make any sense to you at all?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Then, he felt so guilty. You can't imagine how guilty he felt because he
                            wasn't making money and wasn't rich. He felt such a failure. You see, in
                            those days, if a man didn't make money and couldn't support his family
                            in the right style, he was a terrible failure.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>How about his brothers in Union Springs?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, his brothers had done better, you see. His brother Robert, his
                            oldest brother was judge in St. Louis, he made a lot of money in rice
                            and one of his sons got to be head of the Arkansas Power and Light
                            Company <pb id="p107" n="107"/> and so, they were very rich in a way.
                            Then, his other brother, Hugh, was head of the bank and then he got to
                            be on the Federal Reserve, didn't he, in Atlanta?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I think that he was in the Federal Reserve System and pretty high up in
                            it, I can't quite remember.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>So, he did better than Daddy, too, as far as making money was concerned.
                            So, Daddy really had this awful feeling of failure, you see. It was the
                            same thing about being run out of the church, he took a stand for the
                            truth there, he refused to lie and to be a hypocrite and he really did a
                            very noble act by saying that he did not believe that the whale
                            swallowed Jonah. At the same time, the consequences of it, having to go
                            to work selling insurance, just nearly killed him. He thought that it
                            was the most degrading thing to have to go around asking poor white
                            people or blacks or just people to buy insurance from him. He just hated
                            it. He did it, but he didn't like it. He wasn't a good business man, he
                            was always trying to get rich by investing in real estate and of course,
                            Birmingham had booms and busts, you see. A lot of the real estate, if
                            you could have held on to it, he might have been a rich man, but he was
                            very . . . if Mother wanted a big house or a Packard automobile, he got
                            her one whether he had to borrow money for it or borrow on the real
                            estate or the farms or the plantation. Then, he sent me off to Wellesley
                            and he couldn't afford to do that, I'm sure, but he did it. So, he was
                            always doing more than he could afford to do. He just couldn't admit to
                            Mother that he was broke, that he was getting so poor. She knew it, but
                            she couldn't accept it either, really. She would find the bills, she
                            would hide them. Mother would hide bills, stick them behind the cushions
                            of the sofa or the pictures on the wall; she couldn't bear herself to
                            give him the bills, until they started calling up over the telephone.
                            It's kind of like Mr. McCawber in a <pb id="p108" n="108"/> way, but not
                            really as cheerful as Mr. McCawber. You remember him in <hi rend="i"
                                >David Copperfield?</hi> Well, anyway, there was always this feeling
                            of the debts never being quite paid, but in any case, they did send me
                            off to Wellesley. You see, I was conscious of all this at the time and
                            it made me somewhat unhappy, but at the same time, I was like most young
                            people, I was only eighteen and I was absorbed with myself. </p>
                        <milestone n="2983" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="04:13:20"/>
                        <milestone n="6968" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="04:13:21"/>
                        <p>Then, at Wellesley I really began to bloom as far as boys were concerned,
                            because the first month that I was there, I was invited to the Southern
                            Club. There was a lady in Cambridge named Mrs. Gay, who had several
                            daughters who they called the Gay girls. Now, you've got to understand
                            that "gay" then didn't mean what it does today, these were very nice
                            young southern girls and the lady was a very nice southern lady. But you
                            see, she was indigent too, and she kept up <gap reason="unknown"/> by
                            giving Southern Club dances, which you paid to come to. But there again,
                            you were Mrs. Gay's guest. She would hire Brattle Hall or some hotel
                            ballroom and so you would be invited by a young southerner to go to the
                            Southern Club dance and there was Mrs. Gay to receive you. You were her
                            guest, although you may have paid five dollars a couple to come to the
                            dance. The Gay girls were hostesses, too, assistant hostesses and
                            everybody was introduced to everybody else and they would play "Dixie"
                            you know, and we would all stand and cheer.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>All southern?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>All southern. It was the Southern Club. So, there was a girl at the
                            Cathedral School named Sarah Orme from Atlanta. She's now married to
                            Billy Huger. Well, she was one of the greatest southern belles. I forgot
                            to mention Sarah. She was the prominent one. She <pb id="p109" n="109"/>
                            would get forty-five letters a day from boys, she would get fourteen
                            corsages on Sunday or four boxes of candy on Tuesday, special deliveries
                            and telegrams. She visited me one Christmas. She was like Zelda, sort
                            of, except that she always knew where she was going and she was a very
                            sensible, down to earth girl. She wasn't a beautiful girl, she was very
                            attractive, but she was totally at ease and self-assured. I think that
                            made a young man feel comfortable. She must have had a lot of sex
                            appeal. Anyway, she got very popular. I know that when she came to see
                            me one Christmas, all the boys in Birmingham fell for her. So, she had a
                            friend named Clark Foreman, whom she had grown up with in Atlanta and
                            Clark was at Harvard. So, she wrote Clark about me. See, he had been a
                            friend of hers, I don't know whether he was ever a beau of hers or not.
                            We divided boys then into friends, which meant that you were just
                            friends, which wasn't very often and then we had beaus who took us
                            around and we had suitors. Suitors were the ones that were trying to
                            marry us, you see. So, you divided your boys into friends, beaus and
                            suitors. Well, I think that he was just sort of a friend. Anyway, he
                            called me up and said that he wanted to take me to the Southern Club
                            dance and I said that I had this beautiful roommate and didn't he want
                            to get a boy for her. He said yes and that Bill Sibley also came from
                            Atlanta and his father was a federal judge there and he would bring him
                            around, he was in law school. Then, I said that my roommate had a
                            beautiful sister and didn't he want to get a boy for her. He said,
                            "Yes," there was a boy there from VMI named Bill Winston and he would
                            get him. So, we went in and this is the way that you got to a dance at
                            Wellesley. You could be interested in this, it sort of shows you . . .
                        .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>I am.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, you see, the girls today have no idea of how all the <pb id="p110"
                                n="110"/> restrictions were on us. We may have resented them, but
                            they made us feel like we had something that was very precious and
                            valuable and that all the boys wanted and that if we didn't guard it
                            carefully, it was gone. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> But it
                            did make you feel that you were terribly desirable, that you were
                            irresistible. If a boy was just left alone with you long enough, he
                            couldn't resist you. I don't know if you can understand what I'm trying
                            to say, but the very restrictions that were placed on you; the
                            inhibitions about sex, the fact that it was all a mystery and that you
                            held something within yourself that was so desirable and that the boys
                            wanted so bad that it made you feel that you were pretty desirable you
                            see. Particularly after the boys began to pay you some attention . . .
                                <note type="comment"> [interruption as original reel to reel
                                recording is changed] </note></p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, in any case, to get to Wellesley, to get from Wellesley to a dance,
                            and of course, you could only go on a Saturday night, you couldn't go on
                            a week night, you couldn't go on Friday night. You could go into town on
                            Saturday night and stay overnight, maybe you could go Friday night if
                            you went off for the weekend, but you only had one weekend during the
                            term or something, but there were certain guarranteed houses where you
                            could stay in Boston or Cambridge . . . well, Boston, this was on
                            Commonwealth Avenue and the lady that ran the house was <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> an extremely respectable lady and so at that
                            point, you left Wellesley and got on the train and went to the South
                            Station and you got to the lady's house and she became ipso facto your
                            mother, guardian, chaperone, she was responsible for you. So, you signed
                            in and then you would tell the lady what time you would be in that
                            evening and you had to come in by twelve o'clock and she would wait up
                            for you and you would have to sign in. Then, when the young men came in
                            to take you out, she would have to <pb id="p111" n="111"/> meet the
                            young men and know exactly what their names were and place them. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> She wouldn't say that she had to
                            place them in Virginia or Texas or Georgia, but did they go to MIT and
                            what class were they in and where did they live, or did they go to
                            Harvard Law School or to Harvard or wherever they went, she had to know
                            exactly wherever they were from and of course, if anything happened,
                            they knew exactly how to get a hold of the boy or the people at the
                            college or whatever. Anyway, Emmy and Kay and I all rushed in, thrilled
                            to death about our first dance, just as excited as we could be.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now, the Southern Club was in Boston?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>It was in Cambridge. You had to go over to Cambridge for the dances,
                            which would usually be at Brattle Hall, which was kind of an assembly
                            room or something on Brattle Street. And so, at the South Station you .
                            . . have you ever been to Boston?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, everybody would come into the South Station, it was a great big old
                            gloomy place and I just adored it, it smelled so good and I loved it, it
                            always meant for me romance and fun and thrills and so on. Then, you
                            would go over, I don't think that we ever ate supper, if I can remember,
                            we were so excited. So, we would get all dressed up, you know and
                            everybody would fix everbody's hair and powder their backs and then we
                            would come down and meet the young men. Well, here the three were. There
                            was Bill Sibley, who was very tall and very handsome and he was the son
                            of a federal judge and he was crazy about Sarah Orme. He was a suitor,
                            he was just wild about Sarah.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>But he was there to date someone else?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, he dated Emmy, I believe, I forget. I dated Clark Foreman, <pb
                                id="p112" n="112"/> who was also crazy about Sarah, but as I say, he
                            wasn't a suitor, just a friend. He was short and dark and very handsome
                            and very lively. Then, there was this great big tall boy named Bill
                            Winston from VMI and boy, was he a figure of romance. He was about six
                            feet two and had sort of a bulldog jaw and oh boy, I thought that he was
                            the handsomest creature that I ever saw. And he had on a great big
                            swirling VMI cape. It was pale blue and lined with red, can you imagine
                            anything more romantic? Of course, they all had on tuxedos, you see. So,
                            I thought that he was the most thrilling figure of romance that I had
                            ever seen in my life. Tall, beautiful, blonde, even the bulldog jaw I
                            thought was grand, and this swirling cape. Oh, he was so handsome.
                            Anyway, he was dating Kay, I reckon. Well, we got to the Southern Club
                            dance and in those days, they didn't have cars, you went on the subway
                            or the streetcar or you walked. It seems to me that I walked more than I
                            ever walked in my life in Boston. And walking in silver slippers was
                            always rather difficult. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> But
                            anyway, we finally got there and as I say, you would go in and you would
                            be introduced to Mrs. Gay and then she would place you, "Where are you
                            from?" "Alabama." She usually said that somebody she knew came from
                            Montgomery or Louisiana or Texas or wherever. You would meet the Gay
                            girls, who were pretty young girls and I think that they all got
                            husbands eventually and then she would introduce you around. Then they
                            would have what they called circle dances where you would stop and dance
                            with whomever you stopped with. They used to have those all the time.
                            What were they called? You would form a big circle and the boys and
                            girls would pass each other and then when the music stopped, you would
                            dance with whoever was opposite. What did they call those things? It
                            will come to me in time, I know. This was just a way <pb id="p113"
                                n="113"/> of getting people introduced, you see. So, by the end of
                            the evening, most of . . . and then you see, the boys would break in on
                            the girls and then on occasion, they would have something that we never
                            had in the South, where the girls would break in on the boys. I thought
                            was very new, extremely daring. Of course, I broke in on Bill Winston,
                            you know . . . <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> By that time, I
                                <gap reason="unknown"/> thought that I had found the romance of my
                            life. And so, Clark Foreman was a marvelous dancer. He was absolutely
                            divine, as we used to say. I was a pretty good dancer, so we would give
                            exhibitions. So the Southern Club became sort of a fixture in my life
                            and all the southern boys went there. Just last week, when I was down in
                            Texas, I saw St. John Garwood, who had been one of the great beaus of
                            that time. He finally got on the Supreme Court of Texas and a charming
                            fellow, still just as sweet and loving as he can be. I would say that he
                            is just a little to the right of Franco. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note> He was absolutely delightful, though, I never met
                            a more charming gentleman still and just mourning for the fact that the
                            world was going to hell in a bucket, you know and he couldn't stop
                        it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>You might tell how he . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, that's another long story.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now, you and Clark were friends? You went with Clark a lot?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, I went with Clark. We were great friends. And Bill Sibley and I were
                            great friends. They took me out a lot. You see, they were in love with
                            Sarah, at least Bill was and Clark began to be as good a friend of mine
                            as he was of Sarah's, because Clark was a friend. They introduced us to
                            everybody and we got launched, if you know what I mean, on <pb id="p114"
                                n="114"/> Cambridge society and then when the University of Georgia
                            came up to play Harvard, I was a sponsor. These were southern boys and
                            these two girls who were from Buffalo, you see, my roommate and her
                            sister, they were launched on southern society, too. One of these boys
                            that St. John was telling me about last week, I forget his name now,
                            Norman somebody, he fell in love with Kay and became a suitor. Oh boy,
                            he was dying to marry her. He is some big rich man now in Houston or
                            Dallas, but she didn't fall for him. These sweet girls like my sister
                            and Kay, they couldn't bear to hurt the boys' feelings, so they never
                            did really turn them down, they were always so sweet that the boys
                            thought that with just a little more effort, they would get them. But
                            anyway, I had a perfectly marvelous time that first year, I just loved
                            every single minute of it. Then, I fell in love, you see, with Bill
                            Winston and so I just . . . I suppose it was love, anyway, I thought it
                            was love. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> It was thrilling, you
                            know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now, was he from . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>He was from Virginia. But he went to Harvard Law School. He had been to
                            VMI and was first captain at VMI, which meant a great deal in that day
                            and age to this college group. He had been first captain at VMI, that
                            was something wonderful. And then he took me home to his family's house
                            and they had this huge mansion on the Hudson River and raised horses and
                            cows and his father was a contractor and built things like dams and
                            resevoirs. He built the resevoir for New York City. I had gone to school
                            with his sister, I forgot that. Her name was Jacquelyn Winston and she
                            had been at the National Cathedral School with me. She was younger than
                            I was, and we were great <gap reason="unknown"/> devoted friends. That
                            was another point, she invited me too to visit. And I remember that I
                            couldn't ride, never did learn to ride a horse, I <pb id="p115" n="115"
                            /> was scared to death all my life and was also scared of cows. So that
                            weekend, I was supposed to ride. Every southern lady was supposed to
                            know how to ride. Well, I didn't know how to ride. I did have sense
                            enough not to get up on a horse to disgrace myself. I remember that when
                            they took me out to see the cattle, I didn't know anything about cattle
                            either. You see, I wasn't a country girl. I said, "What kind of cow is
                            that?" And he said, "It's a young heifer." Not knowing a thing about
                            cows and trying to impress him with how interested I was, I said, "Oh, I
                            think that heifers are so much prettier than Jerseys." <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> I didn't know anything, I had no
                            idea, I was just trying to impress him. Well anyway, when the summer
                            came, I had also had a beau up at Mentone name Carlton Wright and I also
                            adored him. He was younger than I was, a beautiful young man, absolutely
                            gorgeous. I kissed and hugged him and I had since I was about eleven
                            years old, this was my secret joy, I suppose. We started going together
                            when we were children, just about eleven or twelve years old and I
                            adored him and he adored me. Mother and Daddy and his aunts never
                            thought anything about it because we were so young. So, I told Carlton
                            that I had met this other boy named Bill Winston and I had just fallen
                            madly in love with him and there was this great sorrow for awhile. But
                            it did not last long; we went back to kissing again! </p>
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                        <p>Anyway, I went back to Wellesley for my sophomore year and this is the
                            first time anything happened to me to change me at all. You see, I had
                            been surrounded by southern boys, going to the Southern Club dances and
                            in college, there were no Negro girls where I lived and no Negro girls
                            where I ate and so when I went up on campus, for the first time, I came
                            in contact with a Negro girl, who was living in the same house. My
                            roommate and I had a beautiful room. Wellesley had sort of a roulette,
                            you pulled a number and we got a low number and we got this beautiful
                            set of rooms with a study and <pb id="p116" n="116"/> a bedroom on the
                            first floor and then this Negro girl lived in the same dormitory. So,
                            the first night, I went to the dining room and this Negro girl was
                            sitting at my table, My God, I nearly fell over dead. I couldn't believe
                            it, I just absolutely couldn't believe it. Here was a Negro girl, she
                            wasn't very black, sort of pale, but she was sitting there eating at the
                            table with me in college. Well, I just promptly got up and marched out
                            of the room and went upstairs and waited for the head of the house to
                            come and she came up. She was a tall, thin, New England spinster and she
                            wore those kind of glasses that have a little round thing pinned on the
                            bosom, are you pull them up and down with a string or something and they
                            kind of teeter on your nose, you look over them. So, I said to her that
                            I couldn't possibly eat at the table with a Negro girl, I was from
                            Alabama and my father would have a fit. He came from Union Springs,
                            Bullock County and the idea of my eating with a Negro girl, he would
                            die. I couldn't do it, she would just have to move me immediately. So,
                            she looked at me and she said, "Well, Virginia, why do you feel that
                            way?" I said, "Because I'm from Alabama and my father would have a fit.
                            I just couldn't dream of it." I was rather irritated with her for
                            considering that I could do such a thing. She said, "Well, you think
                            then that it is just impossible for you to eat with a Negro girl?" I
                            said, "Why, absolutely. I couldn't think of it. You'll just have to move
                            me." She said, "You know, Virginia, Wellesley College has rules and the
                            rule is that you eat at the table to which you are assigned and that you
                            change your table after a month, but you can't change your table until
                            the month is up. This is the rule, now if you don't want to obey the
                            rule, then that is up to you." I was perfectly amazed. I said, "You mean
                            that I have to eat at a table with a Negro girl?" She said, "Well, you
                            have to obey the rules of Wellesley College." I said, "Well, what
                            happens if I won't do it." She said, "Well, we'll just <pb id="p117"
                                n="117"/> say that you chose to withdraw. We won't expel you or
                            suspend you, you'll have nothing on your record, except that you are
                            through and that you chose to withdraw." There were no threats at all;
                            just calm acceptance but firm insistence in obeying rules! I said, "But
                            my father, he would have a fit." She said, "But he's not our problem.
                            He's your problem, he's not our problem. You are our problem. The rule
                            is that you either abide by the rules or you go home. You can withdraw
                            but you won't be expelled." I couldn't believe it, I was just absolutely
                            amazed that anybody would take this attutude. She said, "Now look, you
                            go to your room and think about it and let me know in the morning what
                            you want to do. And as I say, you can just go home and there will be no
                            trouble, you won't be expelled and nothing on your record except that
                            you have withdrawn." Well, I went to my room and I was just absolutely
                            amazed. This was the first time that my values had been challenged. The
                            things that I had been brought up with, nobody had ever challenged them
                            before. I never even dreamed that anybody could. So, I said to my
                            roommate Emmy, that I was upset and Emmy said, "Well, I don't know what
                            is wrong with you. I just think that you are crazy. Last summer when I
                            was visiting you down there in Alabama, that old black woman that was
                            cooking for you, you kissed and hugged her. I wouldn't have kissed and
                            hugged an old black woman and you did. Why would you kiss and hug them
                            and not eat with them?" Well, it was hard to explain. I said, "Why, I
                            just love the cook, but I don't eat with her." I had a real hard time
                            making any sense out of it. Emmy said, "Well, I just think that you are
                            crazy because you are dated up for the Harvard game and you're dated up
                            for the Yale game and why you want to go home and give all that <pb
                                id="p118" n="118"/> up because you don't want to eat with a Negro
                            girl, I just think you are crazy." Well, she went on to sleep and I
                            stayed awake, I reckon, all night long. It was terrible for me, because
                            I knew that if my father ever heard of it, I could just hear him, "My
                            daughter eating at the table with a Negro girl! I sent her up to
                            Wellesley with the Yankees and they make her eat with Negroes!" He would
                            have had a fit. So, about dawn, I realized that if nobody told Daddy, if
                            I didn't tell him, nobody was likely to tell him. So, that was the only
                            conclusion that I came to. I didn't really have any great feeling of
                            principle, I just said that he never would hear about it and I wouldn't
                            tell him. So, the next morning, I went back to the head of the house and
                            told her that I was going to stay. I thought she was going to give me a
                            lecture or something, but she just said, "Well, I'm very glad." And that
                            was it. So, I did eat with a Negro girl for about a month and I did come
                            to realize in that time that it wasn't the Negro girl I was scared of.
                            She was a perfectly nice girl and just as clean and well-mannered and
                            intelligent and used the right fork and all. She was a southerner too, I
                            forget where from, but I remember that she and I both . . . they used to
                            give us what they called Indian pudding on Saturday night, which was
                            nothing in the world but cold grits with molasses on it. And we both
                            thought that was the most horrible thing we had seen. They served it to
                            us and we both said, "Cold grits! With molasses!" We thought it was the
                            most horrible thing that we had ever tasted. So, I did come to realize
                            that the girl wasn't any problem, it was really the pressures that I had
                            had on me since my infancy and my father, the fact that I knew how he
                            would carry on. So, I got used to having Negro girls . . . </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Was she the only Negro woman at Wellesley?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh no. There were a number of them. I don't know how many <pb id="p119"
                                n="119"/> but there were several there and there were also lots of
                            Chinese girls. You know, all the Shangs went there and I know that . . .
                            .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>How did the other southern girls respond?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, they never said. I remember that it was something . . . I think
                            that we were all a little bit ashamed of breaking the southern taboos
                            and yet we didn't want to leave Wellesley. Again, it was never
                            discussed.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>So, you didn't talk about this with your beaus or with Clark Foreman?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I was sort of ashamed of it, really. I mean, I was in conflict about
                            it, I didn't know whether I had acted right or wrong, whether I should
                            have stood by southern tradition and gone home. I knew that I had stayed
                            because I didn't want to miss all the good time I was having. No, I
                            didn't discuss it. I remember only one other incident. In the spring . .
                            . Wellesley is on a big lake and I remember that we were all swimming
                            and there was a black girl swimming and I remember that this other
                            southern girl got up by me on the dock and said, "My God, I never
                            thought that I would be swimming with black people." She had evidently
                            accepted the fact that she could eat with them, but not swim with them.
                            But you see, I think that all of us were kind of the same way that I
                            was, a little bit in conflict and we didn't want to repudiate our
                            southern traditions and we didn't want to leave Wellesley, particularly
                            Harvard and Cambridge either. So, we never discussed it. That was one of
                            the things at that time, you didn't discuss things. There was none of
                            all of this soul searching done and you were supposed to have a certain
                            set of values and you just lived by them.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, was your attitude to kind of ignore the black woman or did you
                            become friends with her or . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p120" n="120"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, I didn't become friends with her, but I was pleasant, I was polite.
                            But the thing was that there were not only a number of Negro girls in
                            the college, but there were Chinese and Indian girls, too and I had to
                            get used to that too. And of course, one of the Chinese girls was named
                            Lillian Chen, I believe and she was one of the famous Chen family of
                            China, immensely rich with jewels and she was a rather special kind of a
                            girl because she was so rich and had just such beautiful jewels. She
                            would wear these beautiful embroidered brocades and the Indian girls
                            would wear these beautiful embroidered saris and they had jewels. They
                            must have been awfully rich girls. But I never made any friends with
                            them either. We were all polite and pleasant, but I never made friends.
                            My friends were the southern girls and my roommate and her sister. </p>
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                        <p>But that winter, through my roommate, she was invited up to a dance at
                            some school, by some friend from Buffalo . . . I think it was at Exeter.
                            And she took me along as an extra. At that school, I met a boy named
                            Corliss Lamont. Now, he was at Harvard but he had gone to Exeter . . . I
                            think it was Exeter, mybe it was Andover. Anyway, I met him and he was a
                            wonderful dancer. Now, this boy that I was crazy about at the time,
                            named Bill Winston, wasn't such a good dancer, it was just that he was
                            so handsome. See, I really wasn't engaged to him, I was just dating him
                            and had this romantic feeling toward him. It hadn't come at that point
                            to anything, really an affair of any kind. I never kissed him, Oh, my
                            God, no. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> Well, you know,
                            kissing was supposed to be awfully fast.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>But you would kiss Carlton Wright during the summer?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh yeah, I had just gotten used to that, I reckon. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note> At least that gave me . . . .</p>
                    </sp>

                    <p>
                        <note anchored="yes">
                            <p>[END OF TAPE 3, SIDE A]</p>
                        </note>
                    </p>
                </div2>
                <div2 id="tape3-b" n="3-B" type="tape_side">
                    <head>[TAPE 3, SIDE B]</head>
                    <note anchored="yes">
                        <p>[START OF TAPE 3, SIDE B]</p>
                    </note>
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                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Anyway, Corliss Lamont was a marvelous dancer and so he drove us back to
                            Wellesley and he became a beau of mine, he began coming up. I never any
                            more heard of the Lamonts than the man in the moon. I didn't know who he
                            was and he had a kind of a thin overcoat and a raggedy collar and the
                            rich boys in those days, you see, had these big old coonskin coats and
                            great big red Stuz automobiles. He didn't have anything like that at all
                            and I thought that he was just a poor boy. When we would go out, I would
                            always look on the right side and take the 50¢ lunch and 35¢ drink or
                            something that was cheap, because I thought that the poor boy was just a
                            poor Harvard student, you know, and barely getting along. So, one night,
                            he called me up and said that he had two friends that he wanted to bring
                            out and would I get Emmy and Kay Bosley to go along on this date. So, he
                            came out with these boys named Rockefeller and Vanderbilt. Well, of
                            course, we thought that it was a huge joke, we didn't believe a minute
                            that they were. We thought that they were playing a joke on us. So, we
                            called Mr. Rockefeller "Mr. Rockebilt" and Mr. Vanderbilt "Mr.
                            Vanderfeller." <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> We thought that
                            he was playing a joke on us. It never occured to us that they really
                            were Rockefellers and Vanderbilts, it just literally never crossed our
                            minds. So, we made a great joke of it, you know. They never came back,
                            that was the end of the Rockefellers and the Vanderbilts. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> But Corliss kept on coming back.
                            I used to go with him a great deal and he was the most marvelous dancer.
                            He became a beau, but not a suitor.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>And you didn't go to the Southern Club with him?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, no, I'd just go out with him. He did take me out on the lake one time
                            and he made some advances toward me, but with the canoe, we were so
                            afraid that we were going to fall that we couldn't do much courting.
                            That was one reason that I think that they had canoes on the <pb
                                id="p122" n="122"/> lake, because it was very dangerous, if you
                            moved, you would tip over. So, we never got up to the courting stage at
                            all. But I was very fond of him and I like him still, I'm devoted to
                            him. You see, I think that I am one of the few people in the world that
                            ever liked Corliss Lamont and didn't know that he was rich. All his
                            life, everybody that has known him has known that he was heir to this
                            immense fortune. So, I was one of the few people in the world that ever
                            liked him and not knowing that he was rich. Thomas Lamont was J.P.
                            Morgan's partner and I didn't know who J.P. Morgan was. You know, we
                            were just totally ignorant of all this and then romance was the great
                            thing. I had a friend from Birmingham, a beautiful blonde, who had a boy
                            named Jack Pew that fell in love with her, just wild about her. Well, we
                            didn't know who Jack Pew was, we never heard of Pew Oil Company and we
                            thought that he wasn't terribly cute. He was a nice boy, blonde and we
                            would say, "Oh Gusta, are you going out with that Pew, Pew, Pew boy?"
                                <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> He came down to see her and
                            wanted to marry her. Her mother and father had no idea who he was. They
                            never had heard of the Pew Oil Company. He died, I saw, not long ago in
                            the paper, one of the richest men in the United States. Well, I don't
                            know if she would have married him anyway, she was full of romance, too.</p>
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                        <p><note type="comment"> [interruption] </note> . . . the story about the
                            black girl may not have been crucial at the time, but it gave me a
                            doubt, if you know what I mean. It hurt my faith, or my solid
                            conviction, what I had been raised to believe. </p>
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                        <milestone n="2987" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="04:46:28"/>
                        <p>But not only was it that, and now, this is something that I hope Cliff
                            can listen to without getting mad, but I first realized that women could
                            be something. This was also a great liberation, the real liberation that
                            I got at Wellesley, when I realized that you didn't have to marry to be
                            somebody. You see, I had <pb id="p123" n="123"/> some marvelous teachers
                            at Wellesley, I can't even remember their names. You see, I haven't been
                            back for fifty years, once I stopped by for a few hours just to see the
                            place, but I haven't been back for fifty years to Wellesley. I never
                            went to a Wellesley Club even, and I never have been a good alumnae. But
                            at Wellesley, I really got my first idea that women could amount to
                            something in the world. They didn't just have to marry. I remember the
                            woman that taught us Shakespeare. I think that her name was Miss Bennett
                            or Benedict. She was an old lady with white hair and she was one of the
                            happiest creatures that I have ever seen in my life. She had never had a
                            husband, she taught Shakespeare, I think, all of her life. She adored
                            Shakespeare, she read Shakespeare and it was the only time in my life
                            that I ever liked Shakespeare. She read it with such passion and
                            conviction and I just adored Shakespeare. All of a sudden, I was just
                            transported into Shakespeare and I could see that this lady had never
                            married. She was old and had white hair and she was perfectly happy. She
                            didn't have to have a husband and then I realized that people could get
                            so much pleasure out of their minds. </p>
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                        <milestone n="2988" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="04:48:08"/>
                        <p>But let me tell you how they taught sex at Wellesley. This is another
                            thing that makes you realize how these inhibitions extended everywhere.
                            When we were freshmen, we had about four hundred girls in the class and
                            my roommate and I, now, she was extremely popular, but she was just as
                            innocent as I was. She didn't know anything about sex. And she came from
                            Buffalo. Now, she had kissed a few more boys than I had and so, she
                            regarded herself as far more experienced, but she didn't know anything
                            about sex either. She was just as ignorant as I was. So, they had a
                            course for freshmen students and it was supposed to be preparation for
                            marriage, as they called it. So, all the freshman class went to the
                            chapel and we looked at a movie for several <pb id="p124" n="124"/>
                            nights running. Well, the first night that we got there, this young lady
                            and this young man met each other at a party and they carried on a
                            conversation and then he asked her if he could come to see her and then
                            one of the professors gave us a talk about meeting men and manners and
                            the rules of the college about how you couldn't go into Boston without a
                            chaperone and we were taught the proper way to act as a Wellesley
                            student. So then the second night of the preparation for marriage
                            course, the young man and the young lady had met each other and they
                            were taking a walk in the woods somewhere and they sat down in a hammock
                            and the apple blossoms began to fall on them and he leaned over and
                            kissed her and asked if she would marry him and she said yes. So, that
                            was the second lesson. Well, the lady that gave us the lecture that
                            night, she didn't advise us not to sit in hammocks, but she did make it
                            plain that you didn't sit in hammocks with young gentlemen until you
                            were ready to marry them and you certainly didn't kiss them until you
                            were ready to marry them. That was made very plain. So, the third night,
                                <gap reason="unknown"/> we found that they had the wedding and it
                            made us all just drool with envy, white veils and white satin and long
                            trains and candles and the Minister officiating in the robes and
                            bridesmaids and flowergirls and the handsome groom in full dress and
                            all. They got married in the most beautiful wedding that you've ever
                            seen, just showers of flowers and they threw shoes at them and rice and
                            oh, we just came back from that just drooling with envy and just
                            delighted. Then, the moral was very plain, that if you conducted
                            yourself properly, that if you didn't sit in the hammock with a young
                            man and kiss him until you got ready to marry him, you would get married
                            and have a beautiful wedding and you would live happily ever after. But
                            we had one more course. And that was when they were leaning over the
                            cradle with the baby. But we never knew how the baby got there. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> I know that you will <pb
                                id="p125" n="125"/> think this is absolutely insane, but there they
                            were married and this was just bliss. They were both so proud and so
                            happy and they were going to live a life of joy and bliss forever
                            afterwards. But how that baby got there, we couldn't figure out. Well,
                            we discussed it at great length and most girls, including me, thought it
                            was the kiss, that scared us. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                            We had kissed boys.</p>
                    </sp>

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                    <milestone n="6972" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="04:52:05"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>You really did not know how the baby got there?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I swear to God and nobody will believe me to this day, but we didn't. I
                            was <gap reason="unknown"/> nineteen years old and I had no more idea .
                            . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>I thought that you knew but you just didn't discuss it. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, no. I didn't know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>She was a city gal and wasn't raised on the farm and had no idea . . .
                        .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Tell her what you said about the rooster and the hen.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I was just confirming her innocence. We had been married several years
                            and we would occasionally drive down to Montgomery for weekends and we
                            didn't have the super highways then, and we would drive through these
                            country farms and there were the chickens and cows and so on around. So,
                            Virginia made the comment to me, "Why do the roosters treat these hens
                            so bad, jumping on top of them and trying to pull their combs out, why
                            are they so cruel to the hens?" <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                        </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I know that I was as stupid as I could be, but you see, I was
                            frightened, you see, I had these inhibitions built up in me.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, going back, I think that some of them said that it was the apple
                            blossoms, didn't they?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh well yes, I think that one girl thought that it might be the apple
                            blossoms, but we laughed at that, we knew that was silly. But <pb
                                id="p126" n="126"/> we knew that hammocks were very dangerous and
                            kissing. We were worried about that, because Emmy had kissed a number of
                            boys, you see and I had kissed Carlton and so, I was a little frightened
                            and I was thinking about kissing Bill Winston. So, Emmy was braver than
                            I was and she went to Kay, her older sister, who did know where babies
                            came from and she came back with the word that kissing didn't do it.
                            That was all she ever said, she never discussed it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, she thought so, because when I was dating Virginia and we had a
                            football game in Montgomery, so I drove her down to Montgomery and we
                            stayed with Mother and Father and I had been trying to work myself up to
                            proposing for some time. She was babysitting with the Black children . .
                            . </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Hugo and Sister's two boys.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Hugo and Sister, they were out of town. So, the youngest one was then
                            about eight months old and so, I had rehearsed this thing, I was working
                            up to it and so, Virginia was getting rather interested. And all at once
                            in the kitchen, there was the damnedest explosion you ever saw. We
                            rushed into the kitchen and here was milk dripping down from the
                            ceiling, Virginia was warming milk and she put the stopper in the bottle
                            and it had exploded. Well, that set me back for two or three months.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, six weeks, I think. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Was that all? So, I decided that this might be the occasion and I got
                            Father's car and drove Virginia around. I wanted to find a nice place on
                            the side of the road to park, but then I realized that the Ku Klux Klan
                            had taken over the job of policing the highways and they were going to
                            stop this "necking." I thought that it would be very embarrasing after
                            the bottle exploded on me if I got just in the middle <pb id="p127"
                                n="127"/> of it and the Ku Klux came up. So, . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>The Ku Klux was riding around all the country roads then and if anybody
                            was parked . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>They were very concerned with the morals of the young people. So,
                            finally, I drove on back into Father's garage and I kissed her. I didn't
                            say anything about marriage that night, but the next day, we were
                            driving back to Birmingham and Virginia was very concerned and wanted to
                            know if I was really going to marry her and she didn't know what the
                            consequences of this kissing would be. <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I won't say that . . . you see, the great ideal was to be chaste
                            and be absolutely pure, but also be so attractive that you were also
                            always being chased by the boys. It was kind of a difficult combination,
                            as you can imaging, but still, that was the ideal. Well, anyway, I got
                            relieved of the kissing, I knew that if I kissed, I wouldn't have a
                            baby, that was a big relief.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>If you stopped at that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>If I stopped at that. Well, of course, I didn't know whatever else could
                            happen. Well anyway, this was so typical of Wellesley, you see. Here
                            were these lectures being given on preparation for marriage and how to
                            conduct yourself properly, which was strictly traditional, but also I
                            took zoology and we started out with having to match crayfish, breed
                            crayfish and stick one with another so that they would breed. Well, they
                            did, you know. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> Then you would
                            cut them up and see all the interior workings and with forgs, you see,
                            you would cut them up and look at them under microscopes and you would
                            watch the development of the egg. But I didn't relate this to humans at
                            all, you see, this was just something that frogs did and crayfish did.
                            We never got beyond the frogs <pb id="p128" n="128"/> and crayfish, as I
                            remember, except that we studied the reproduction system of frogs and
                            crayfish rather extensively. The, in the laboratory they had these
                            horrible objects. There was a little baby, the beginning of the fetus
                            and a curious little creature with a tail like a fish and they were in
                            little bottles of alcohol and the next was a curious little creature all
                            doubled over and the tail had gone. We were being taught, you see, that
                            the development of man corresponded to the ages of mankind. In other
                            words, I was also taking anthropology and all kinds of things, geology,
                            where you went down to the first little fishes that came up out of the
                            sea, you know. So, it was all related in a way, to the development of
                            man. So, the final development of man was these little fetae in the
                            bottles of alcohol and it went right on through to the final bottle
                            which was a big bottle with a real baby in it, dead of course, all in
                            alcohol, pickled. Well, you can't imagine the horror that that thing was
                            to me and to all the other girls. We thought, "My God, imagine." It
                            seemed that nothing was more horrible than having . . . we knew that
                            babies came out the mother's stomachs, we did know that much, we just
                            didn't know where they got in. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                            But the horror of having such a disgusting object inside of you, this
                            thing with a tail on it and these awful little wizened creatuers all
                            doubled over and looking like . . . ohh, and the afterbirth, you know,
                            the whole thing was just vile and disgusting. So, we just promptly ruled
                            it out of our minds, we had a great way like Scarlett in <hi rend="i"
                                >Gone With The Wind,</hi> of just forgetting about it, we just
                            pushed it aside. We didn't really believe it or something. I can
                            remember the absolute horror of that awful series of bottles on that
                            shelf with that little fetus finally getting to be a baby and instead of
                            wanting to make you a mother or making you think how wonderful it would
                            be to have a baby, <pb id="p129" n="129"/> it just developed in you a
                            real horror of such a disgusting performance. But that was typical of
                            Wellesley you see, where they would teach you one thing on the
                            scientific basis, but they never did tell you how the baby got in the
                            mother's stomach. We still didn't know about that. Now, I'm sure that
                            there were girls at Wellesley that did know about it, but I am talking
                            about the group that I was with, we really did not know. And I am sure
                            that we had been so inhibited by that time that we didn't want to know,
                            if you know what I mean.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>You just didn't discuss it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, we didn't discuss things like that. Sex was something that you just
                            didn't talk about. You could talk about romance and beaus and lovers and
                            sweethearts, but sex, no. Then, I'm sure that the southern girls had
                            some feeling like I did that it was something connected with black women
                            and black people, it happened in the basement and was dirty and ugly and
                            smelled bad, with a man leaving in the middle of the night or early in
                            the morning and Mother getting upset and saying, "She's had a man down
                            there all night." Something was ugly and disgusting about it. Well, in
                            any case, the next thing that happened to me at Wellesley was really a
                            good thing, was one, I learned that women could be happy without getting
                            married and they could use their minds and accomplish things. They could
                            be really great teachers and could accomplish a great deal. Then, the
                            next thing was that I had a marvelous teacher named Muzzey who was the
                            professor of economics and I took a course in economics and he was a
                            perfectly marvelous teacher. He was a socialist, he was a Fabian, this
                            was 1920, '22. Anyway, the Russian Revolution had taken place, but I
                            never even heard about that. I mean, it was just something so far <pb
                                id="p130" n="130"/> removed that I never thought about it, except
                            that they had called Hugo a Bolsehvik. But Communism and Russia was just
                            so far removed out of my would that I never thought about it. New, this
                            man was a Fabian, he followed the Webbs, you know. And oh, have you ever
                            tried to read the Webb's book? Well, those great massive volumes, you
                            know and the great detail about how many outhouses were in a certain
                            road in London and the terrible plight of the poor and there were all
                            kinds of tables and statistics. But I did get the idea that the great
                            majority of people in the world had a pretty hard time. Then, he gave me
                            a paper to write. He knew that I came from Birmingham, so he said, "Mrs.
                            Smith is the wife of a steel worker and her husband makes $5 a day . . .
                            "maybe it was less than that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>It was less than that at that time.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, anyway, they made just so much money. "So, now tell me how Mrs.
                            Smith with three children is going to arrange her budget so that she can
                            live." Well of course, I tried to do it and you had to look up the price
                            of food and rent and doctors and it was a real active lesson in
                            economics. Of course, I soon came to the realization that Mrs. Smith
                            couldn't possibly live on that amount of money. You just couldn't do it.
                            So, I remember that I wrote my paper and I wrote and gave all the
                            figures that I looked up and then I wrote at the end, "Now, I've come to
                            the conclusion that Mrs. Smith's husband doesn't get enough money
                            because they can't possibly live on what he is paid as a steelworker in
                            Birmingham, Alabama." Not that I had ever been in a steel mill or knew
                            anything about it, but he gave me an A, because he said that I had
                            finally realized that people can't live on what they are paid. So, that
                            was a great breakthrough. But still, all these things had a delayed
                            effect, but the main thing that <pb id="p131" n="131"/> it taught me was
                            to use my mind and to get pleasure out of using my mind. You see, I had
                            always liked to read, but I got pleasure out of it and joy and I could
                            see that women could have a real good time without having a husband. At
                            the end of my sophomore year, I had to come home and I couldn't come
                            back because the money had run out. So, I had an English teacher . . .
                        .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>The boll weevil ate up her education.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. Well, I had an English teacher and she thought that I had some
                            talent in writing and she was a lovely woman too and I can't remember
                            her name. If I could ever get a catalog of that place, maybe I could
                            remember these people's names. But she came to me and said, "Now
                            Virginia, . . . " Oh, I had another great experience, too. That was the
                            Bible being taught as history. You had to take Bible at Wellesley and it
                            was taught as history. So, I knew that my father was right. That was a
                            great breakthrough.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>That was a vindication.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>That was a vindication and a great breakthrough because the Bible was
                            taught as history of the Jews and all and that was a tremendous thing.
                            You can't imagine what that meant to me. I was always uneasy that my
                            father had been thrown out of the church for being a heretic and it was
                            an idea that I didn't want to think about, but at this time, I realized
                            that he was right and I could be comfortable about that. That was a
                            great relief, too. I could be comfortable about the Bible and I could be
                            comfortable that you could make a living and you could be happy if you
                            didn't get a husband. There was sex and economics and religion, I did
                            begin to realize that people had a hard time living and didn't get paid
                            enough. I began to get some inkling of economics.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you make any connection between Mrs. Smith and her not <pb id="p132"
                                n="132"/> being able to live with the profits of . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, none whatever, not at that point.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Just the fact that she couldn't . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>That she couldn't live on what she was getting. So, sex, there was a
                            tremendous breakthrough on that, although it is hard to realize, and I
                            began to kiss Bill Winston then and enjoyed that thoroughly. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> Oh, he was so handsome and he
                            used to wrap me in his VMI cape and my goodness, what romance.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, that was more dangerous than a hammock. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, he never got inside the cape, he just wrapped me in it. So, I was
                            liberated to a degree, you see, there was sex, religion, economics and .
                            . . what else. Well, there were those three things particularly and
                            particularly about women, the fact that women could do something and
                            women could achieve. So, my English teacher said, "Now Virginia, I think
                            that you have a certain talent in writing and if will you be willing to
                            come back next year and work in the Self-Help House . . . " you see,
                            Wellesley had a self-help house which meant that the girls did all the
                            work, did the cooking and the cleaning up and everything for themselves
                            and they paid practically nothing, a very little amount . . . "I think
                            that I can arrange for you to get a scholarship." So, I was thrilled, I
                            was dying to come back to Wellesley, but I wrote my father and mother
                            this. And oh, my father! The idea of my going into the Self-Help House!
                            You see, Daddy felt that he was a failure financially and for me to go
                            into the self-help house proved that he was a failure.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>But you weren't at all offended by this?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I was thrilled. I would have adored to come back to Wellesley and I
                            longed to come back. You see, I was in love with Bill Winston, I
                            thought, and I . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p133" n="133"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>And it wouldn't have damaged your status with your friends to have come
                            back and . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, not at all, I think, but it damaged my father's pride, you see. He
                            just laid down the law on that, no indeed, no daughter of his was going
                            to go to Wellesley and go into the Self-Help House. That was just
                            impossible, to do the cooking and the cleaning and washing up and so on,
                            oh no. I don't think that he even wanted to take the scholarship if I
                            had gotten it. You see, it was that southern pride and the fear of being
                            a failure, of being considered a failure. So, I just realized that when
                            I left, I couldn't come back. I didn't see any way to come back at all. </p>
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                        <milestone n="2989" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="05:09:40"/>
                        <p>So, when I came back home, the first thing that I got ready to do was to
                            make my debut. I had to make my debut. That was '23. So, all that
                            summer, the great discussion was about making my debut. I did and I had
                            all kinds of fall dresses and I was introduced by the Redstone Club and
                            . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I don't think that it was the Redstone Club, I think that came on a
                            little later.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, I was introduced and I went to party, party, party, you know. We
                            would have luncheons and teas, we were the debutantes and everybody was
                            watching you. You were dressed up all the time and going to parties all
                            the time and dances all the time. Then I visited my aunt over in Memphis
                            and I went to lots of parties over there. Well, I had a horrible
                            experience in Memphis. Shall I tell her about being held up by the black
                            boys?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, I think that's . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>That was a really frightening experience. As I say, the Depression hit
                            the South very much sooner than it hit other places, particularly in
                            cotton. So, I went over to visit my aunt, the same aunt in Memphis that
                            I adored so, Aunt Louise. I went to millions of parties over there and I
                            met <pb id="p134" n="134"/> a boy named . . . what was that boy's name .
                            . . Jim Rainer, I think his name was. They had a plantation in
                            Mississippi. He was a big, tall good-looking boy, and a wonderful
                            dancer. I always went with wonderful dancers, except Bill Winston, he
                            wasn't much of one. Oh, when I left Wellesley, I thought that I was
                            engaged to Bill Winston, I forgot that little detail, and I came home
                            and told my mother that I had met this marvelous boy that I was going to
                            marry, named Bill Winston. So, I got two or three letters from him and
                            that was the end. I never heard from him again, he just faded out
                            completely. And then he committed suicide. I don't think that he
                            committed suicide that year, but he committed suicide the year after.
                            That was always one of the great mysteries of my life, I just can't
                            imagine why that boy committed suicide. He was handsome and good looking
                            and smart and I just can't imagine. Well, anyway, he did. By that time,
                            he had ended the affair himself so I didn't have it on my mind.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now, did you go back to Wellesley that fall?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>You did not go back, ever, to Wellesley?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I went back on a visit.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>She went back to visit the . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh yes, the following year, I went back to visit but I never went back.
                            We didn't have any money. But that year, I made my debut and then I went
                            over to visit my aunt, but this is just an example. Handy, the famous
                            Handy band . . . what was his name?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>W.C. Handy.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>W.C. Handy, you see, he was playing on Beale Street then, in what they
                            called The Two Bit Bands. The boys would all get together and put in two
                            bits and then they would go down to Beale Street and get a band to come
                                <pb id="p135" n="135"/> and play. I don't believe that Handy was two
                            bit then, he was a regular band.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>He was still cheap, because he played for a dance at the University of
                            Alabama and . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, that was the most marvelous music that you can imagine.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p> . . . . and it was quite a bargain.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, you just can't imagine, the <hi rend="i">St. Louis Blues</hi> and the
                                <hi rend="i">Beale Street Blues</hi> and oh, to dance to Handy's
                            band was one of the most marvelous things in the world. But then they
                            had what they called Two Bit Bands. The boys would put in two bits,
                            which was a quarter, and they would hire a band off of Beale Street,
                            which was then sort of the center of jazz. Of course, New Orleans was
                            too and then they would play and you would have a wonderful dance. So, I
                            just danced, danced, danced. That was my great thing, I could dance by
                            that time quite well. And you see, being nearsighted didn't make any
                            difference in dancing and swimming. I couldn't play tennis or golf or
                            anything because I couldn't see, but I could dance and swim. But this
                            young fellow took me out after one of the dances to this road right near
                            the country club that they called the Lover's Lane or something. By that
                            time, I had gotten used to all the boys wanting to kiss you. This was a
                            game they played and it didn't mean a damn thing, of course, they just
                            wanted to see if they could, I reckon. Anyway, we were having the usual
                            argument about whether to kiss or not to kiss and did I kiss or didn't I
                            kiss . . . the thing that is so funny about this is that this was the
                            Jazz Age, which was supposed to have been such a terrifically gay,
                            drunken, sex age. Well, it really wasn't. I mean, there were some people
                            that might have engaged in all that, but the nice girls didn't. I don't
                            bet that Zelda Sayre . . . I bet that kissing was the limit that she
                            went to, in spite of what they <pb id="p136" n="136"/> all said about
                            her, I'll bet that she never went beyond kissing either. Because you
                            see, if you read his books, they are not as sexy as you would think they
                            were.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I would be willing to bet that Zelda had never had an affair with any man
                            until she and Scott got married. She always did things to shock people,
                            but that was it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>She used to come up to the dances in Birmingham and she was just
                            gorgeous. She had sort of a golden glow around her and when she would
                            come into a ball room, all the other girls would want to go home because
                            they knew that the boys were going to be concentrating on her. They
                            would line up the whole length of the ball room to dance with her for
                            one minute. She was just pre-eminent. And we recognized it, we just knew
                            that when she came around we might as well go home, because as far as we
                            were concerned, we had had it. But anyway, Jim Rainer and I stopped and
                            all of a sudden, on either side of the car were these two black fellows.
                            One of them with a pistol and one of them with a knife. And they said to
                            this Jim Rainer, "Get out of that car, or we'll cut your heart out, and
                            give us what you've got." You see, he had this plantation in Mississippi
                            and was used to the blacks. So, he got out and stayed very cool and
                            said, "Okay, I'll give you all I've got, I'll bet that you are on your
                            way to Chicago." They said, "We are." He said, "Well, I'm sorry that we
                            don't have anything for you in Mississippi." They were all leaving
                            Mississippi then, a lot of them were going north. He talked with them
                            and kind of joked with them and laughed and gave them the money that he
                            had in his pocket and they went on off. Of course, it scared the hell
                            out of me. I was just terrified. So, of course, I kissed him in
                            gratitude then! I didn't have any debate about that. So, he took me home
                            and he told me, "Please don't tell your aunt, because I will be blamed
                            for it, I'll be in a lot of trouble. So please don't tell your aunt."
                            Honestly, I read the paper the <pb id="p137" n="137"/> next morning and
                            there had been a series of robberies and rapes on the borders of
                            Memphis. So, now whether these boys that held us up were the robbers and
                            rapers or not, I don't know, but anyway it did scare me. So, when I got
                            home, I began having nightmares. I was just terrified. I would wake up
                            in the night screaming and finally I told Mother what it was and after I
                            told her, I got it off my mind. But that was the first time in my life
                            that I had ever been scared of a black person. I had been surrounded by
                            them all my life, they had waited on me and taken care of me and cooked
                            for me and washed for me, but I had never, never been frightened of one
                            before. </p>
                        <milestone n="2989" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="05:17:56"/>
                        <milestone n="6973" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="05:17:57"/>
                        <p>That was something new, too. Anyway, I came on back home and I had a good
                            time, I forget the boys' names. I know that they all came around and
                            some of them I can remember.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now, did you come back and get a job? Is that when you went to work?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, no. That was the next year. I just spent that whole year making a
                            debut, going to parties and having dates and going to dances and
                            visiting my aunt. I went up to Knoxville and visited a friend of my
                            mother's and that was more dances and more dates.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>All this wasn't as expensive as going to school would have been?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, it may have been, but at least Mother thought that it may have been
                            leading to something more profitable, I don't know. But it wasn't very
                            expensive. You see, the rich girls had big rich balls that cost hundreds
                            of dollars, but I never had any like that. I think that Mother had maybe
                            a buffet supper for me, but that was all. We couldn't afford any big
                            parties. The only funny instance that happened that year that I can
                            remember so well, I had a dear friend named Tinsley Harrison who was a
                            perfectly brilliant boy. He was from Birmingham and he had been at the
                            Peter Bent Brigham Hospital as an intern. He graduated from high school
                            when he was fourteen <pb id="p138" n="138"/> and he graduated from
                            college when he was eighteen, I suppose and he had gotten into medical
                            school and there he was at Peter Bent Brigham as an intern and he was
                            known to be one of the most brilliant young doctors. He is today, he is
                            one of the most famous heart men in the world, I reckon. So, you see,
                            the boys fell for all this stuff if you know what I mean, all this sweet
                            talk and acting like we might fall in love with them. Everybody had what
                            they called a line. The idea was to keep as many boys chasing you as you
                            could without ever knocking one of them off or marrying one of them
                            until you got ready to marry one. It was really a game that we were
                            playing on both sides. But the boys fell for it too, they must have had
                            pretty hard licks themselves, because these girls would seem to be just
                            on the brink of falling in love with them and then they didn't really
                            mean a word of it. So, it was a game that was played back and forth. But
                            this boy, Tinsley Harrison was short, he wasn't a handsome boy, but he
                            was a brilliant fellow and I was devoted to him, he was a great friend,
                            we read books and he would lend me books and we would go on picnics and
                            his mother and father were lovely people. So, he was friendly with my
                            friend Virginia Jemison and me. I was very devoted to him. When I was at
                            Wellesley, I used to go over to Peter Bent Brigham Hospital and have tea
                            with him and meet all of his friends. They had no money, they didn't pay
                            the interns then and they could hardly ever come out to see us or take
                            us out. At that time, interns didn't get anything. So, that winter that
                            I made my debut, I began to get this series of letters from this boy and
                            you never read such fervent love letters in your life. They were works
                            of art, page after page about how he had loved me ever since he knew me
                            and I was the ideal of his life and when he went to sleep at night, he
                            could see me on the ceiling and on and on. Just absolutely marvelous
                            letters. I was just terrified. I read them to Mother and Mother got so
                            concerned because she was devoted to his mother and father and his <pb
                                id="p139" n="139"/> father was our doctor, ear, eye nose and throat
                            man. Oh my God, we were terribly concerned. Mother said, "Oh my
                            goodness, that poor boy, his heart will be broken." Oh, I began to write
                            him letters about how much I appreciated this and what it meant to me,
                            but I thought that after all we were just dear friends and oh . . .
                            anyway, he had evidently written his mother and father that he had
                            become a suitor. So, they called me up and said that they were going up
                            when he graduated from Peter Bent Brigham Hospital and would I go as
                            their guest. Well, I was going to Wellesley to see my roommate then and
                            go on to Buffalo. So, I said that I could do that and I would see them
                            and I would go to his graduation. So, when I got to Boston, they met me
                            and took me over to the hospital, they introduced me as Tinsley's friend
                            and they made it very plain that I was his intended and he had the same
                            attitude, in spite of the letters that I had written to him. I was
                            introduced to everybody as Tinsley's "friend" whom he had known so long
                            and so on and so forth. I went to his graduation and I went to the
                            reception and I kept telling my roommate . . . I had come to see my
                            roommate and see my friends at Wellesley and go on to Buffalo to visit
                            her. I kept telling my roommate that I was just absolutely overcome that
                            they kept introducing me like I was going to marry him and I wasn't. She
                            knew that I had been in love with Bill Winston and that he had jilted
                            me, I suppose . . . anyway, he had disappeared from the scene. So, I
                            said, "I am just in a state of panic. What am I going to do?" She said,
                            "Now Jenxie, you've got to be honest with him. You cannot fool him,
                            you've got to be honest with him." I said, "I will really be honest with
                            him." So, the night after he had graduated his mother and father took us
                            out to dinner. Everything was through and he was a doctor now. They
                            said, "Now Virginia, it's up to you what Tinsley does. He can go to
                            Vienna and study or go <gap reason="unknown"/> someplace else and study,
                            but it is up to you to decide." He <pb id="p140" n="140"/> had evidently
                            fooled his mother and father. They thought that he was madly in love
                            with me and that I was thinking about marrying him. So, I was terribly
                            embarassed about that. He took me home out to Wellesley. I said,
                            "Tinsley, we have got to have a heart to heart talk. You know that I am
                            devoted to you and you are one of my best friends and I have been a good
                            friend of yours for years, but I am not in love with you and I never
                            will be and I am in love with Bill Winston" whom I was still suffering
                            from, I suppose. And oh, it was the most tearful, painful, honest talk.
                            I thought that he took it rather calmly and from those letters that he
                            had written me, I thought that he would immediately say, "Well, I'll
                            just go and drown myself in the lake." <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note> I thought that he would just throw himself over in the lake or
                            kill himself. Those letters of his, I wish that I had kept them, you
                            have never read such beautiful letters in your life. So, I thought that
                            he took it fairly calmly and he understood and that was the painful
                            ending and he went off. So, I went on to visit my roommate in Buffalo
                            and I got home about the middle of July, I reckon. I hadn't walked in
                            the house before the telephone rang and a friend of mine called and
                            said, "Jinxie, I'm having a tea party this afternoon for Tinsley's wife
                            and I wanted you to come." I said, "You are having a tea party for
                            Tinsley's wife?" "Yes, Tinsley is visiting his mother and father and his
                            wife is here with him." I said, "When did he get married?" "Oh, he has
                            been married a year or two." I said, "He's been married a year or two?"
                            "Oh, yes, they've been married a year or two." <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note> Well, you could have knocked me down with a
                            feather. So, I went to the tea party and here was this very nice looking
                            girl, Mrs. Tinsley Harrison and she blushed and laughed and said that
                            she had been a nurse in the hospital and they had been married for a
                            year or so. And everybody was congratulating her and all. Then somebody
                            gave them a <pb id="p141" n="141"/> dinner and I went to the dinner
                            party and there was Tinsley. So he danced with me, and I said, "Now
                            Tinsley, I really think that you owe me an explanation, don't you?" He
                            said, "Yes, I do." I said, "Well, let's come out and get this settled."
                            He said, "Well Jinxie, you see, the thing is that I met Betty and we did
                            get married and the rule was in the hospital that if a nurse married an
                            intern, we were both fired, thrown out of the hospital immediately. We
                            kept it secret for quite awhile and then I was afraid that people were
                            getting suspicious, so I just had to do something to throw them off the
                            track." I said, "Do you mean that those letters that you wrote to me
                            were not your letters." He said, "Well actually, they were joint
                            efforts. We all got together and the interns would write a page and we
                            all tried to outdo each other in love letters." I said, "Then there
                            wasn't a word that was true." He said, "Jinxie, I am fond of you, but
                            you know that you never did care a thing for me and I knew that you
                            never would and you couldn't fool me." I said, "Well Tinsley, I never
                            tried to fool you, did I?" "No, you never did." I said, "Why did you
                            pick on me instead of somebody else." "I thought that you had a sense of
                            humor and I was desperate. I had to throw some sort of a screen around
                            our marriage." It was like . . . do you remember Emma? You know, Jane
                            Austen? They were secretly engaged and this young man threw a screen
                            around their engagement by courting Emma. Well, it was the same thing,
                            he used me in the same way. Well, the thing was that he was the only boy
                            that I ever went with that wasn't fooled by this southern sweet talk, if
                            you know what I mean. He realized that there was nothing to it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>You weren't angry with him?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I wasn't angry with him. I was shocked, but I did think it was funny.
                            The point was that he was the only one that I ever went with that wasn't
                            fooled by all this southern sweet talk. He was smart enough to <pb
                                id="p142" n="142"/> know that there was nothing to it at all, that
                            it was just completely a sham. And he did turn out to be a famous heart
                            doctor.</p>
                    </sp>

                    <p>
                        <note anchored="yes">
                            <p>[END OF TAPE 4, SIDE A]</p>
                        </note>
                    </p>
                </div2>
                <div2 id="tape4-b" n="4-B" type="tape_side">
                    <head>[TAPE 4, SIDE B]</head>
                    <note anchored="yes">
                        <p>[START OF TAPE 4, SIDE B]</p>
                    </note>

                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>still in Alabama, but I think that he objects to my political
                        opinions.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Was he in Birmingham?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. He says that he doesn't remember this, that it never happened.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I thought that he did, but . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, well he says that it didn't happen the way I said it did or
                            something.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>But when we first came back to Montgomery, Virginia had some trouble and
                            she went up to Birmingham to have an operation and Tinsley was in the
                            this hospital as a heart man and . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, he was a big shot in the hospital.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Tinsley was a big shot there. We were flat broke and didn't know how we
                            were going to pay for all this. They had the room ready, a very lovely
                            room and you never saw anybody get as much attention. So, Virginia was
                            finally leaving and we were going to get the bad news about how much it
                            was going to be and I was trying to figure what I could hock and they
                            said, "Well, Dr. Harrison has taken care of everything." He said, "Well,
                            I think that I owed you that."</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, he did admit that, but then I saw him a year or so ago and he came
                            out here and he said that he doesn't really believe that he went to the
                            length that he did go, but he did, he used me as a . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Is he still married to his wife?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, yes, he's got five or six children now. He really though, has become
                            extremely conservative. He never was any liberal or radical, but <pb
                                id="p143" n="143"/> he's very conservative now. He thinks that Linus
                            Pauling, for instance, is a mad radical, you know. I invited him to meet
                            Pauling and he said no.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <milestone n="6973" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="05:30:57"/>
                    <milestone n="2990" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="05:30:58"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>So, you spent most of that year partying and didn't work?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I was debutanting and I did have one or two proposals but nothing
                            that appealed to me or amounted to anything. So the next year, we really
                            were <gap reason="unknown"/> hard up then, that was '24, I suppose and
                            we really were hard up then. The furnace didn't work well and the roof
                            leaked and the plumbing was going bad. So I said to Mother, "I'm going
                            to get a job." This was unheard of, you see. So, I did. I went out on my
                            own and I got a job at the law library at $25 a month. Mrs. Thach was
                            the law librarian and she hired me to come in half a day and I got $25 a
                            month. Well, $25 a month was a lot of money and I got the furnaced fixed
                            and I got the plumbing fixed and I got the roof fixed and I began to
                            paper some of the rooms in the house where the paper was falling down
                            and poor Mother and Daddy were terribly embarassed over that, they just
                            thought that was a confession of dire failure, a daughter working. I
                            could hear Mother saying to her friends over the telephone, "Well, you
                            know how these girls are, they just can't have enough ball dresses and
                            silver slippers." She had to pretend that I was just working because I
                            was frivolous and wanted more ball dresses. She just couldn't bear to
                            think that I was working because I was . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Her Daddy told her she was destroying his credit at the bank.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh yeah, Daddy said, "Well, you realize that with a daughter working
                            downtown, my credit is destroyed, my credit at the bank is completely
                            destroyed." So, it really was tough, I mean it was hard. I did fix the
                            plumbing and the furnace and the roof, but you see, by that time cotton
                            was down to nothing and Daddy was beginning to sell off what he could, I
                            suppose. <pb id="p144" n="144"/> Then, this lady, Mrs. Thach got sick
                            and I got the job as law librarian and that paid $150 a month, didn't
                            it, Cliff?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, I thought that with my normal salary combined with hers, we could
                            immediately get married and then she immediately quit.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Now, you met Cliff while you were at the library?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I met Cliff at the library . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>You met me first at church.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I met him first at church. You see, I won't go into the various gentlemen
                            that offered themselves . . . <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                            The thing was that I didn't care for any of them particularly but I was
                            under terrible pressure to get married. Everybody else was getting
                            married. There were a lot of weddings that year and a lot of my friends
                            were getting married and I was a a lot of weddings. So, I met Cliff at
                            church. My father had been a Presbyterian preacher and his father, they
                            were Presbyterians. My father had known his father when he was a
                            Presbyterian preacher and used to stay at their house. So, he knew Cliff
                            when he was a little boy. Didn't you call him "Dr. Foster went to
                                Gloster?"<ref id="ref2" target="n2">2</ref>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, we'd stick our head in the door and yell Dr. Foster went to
                            Gloster." <gap reason="unknown"/> We thought that he was a lot of
                        fun.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, Daddy was lively. </p>
                        <milestone n="2990" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="05:34:42"/>
                        <milestone n="6974" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="05:34:43"/>
                        <p>So, I met him in church, this was Dr. Edmonds' church. By that time, they
                            had joined the northern Presbyterian church, the independent
                            Presybterian church and I taught Sunday School, too. So, I also sang in
                            the choir. I couldn't sing much, but I loved singing. I was in the
                            Wellesley Glee Club and I loved to sing, but I never was a very good
                            singer. But in any case, I met Cliff at church. This young man had been
                            trying to marry me and I finally told him that I wasn't and said for him
                            not to come around any more and that was the end of that. So, my <pb
                                id="p145" n="145"/> mother and brother and father, we were all
                            sitting on the front porch after dark one night and my brother was there
                            and he said, . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>They were charging her off, she was an old maid and they had given up on
                            her. She was twenty-two years old and . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I wasn't twenty-two until I married, I was twenty-one then.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, they had given up on you.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Or twenty, I can't remember. Anyway, my brother said to me, "Look, nobody
                            would ever suit you. Everybody that comes around, there is something
                            wrong with them. You'll never get married. Nobody suits you, you are
                            just always critical of everybody." Daddy said, "Well, what do you
                            expect, who are you looking for?" Mother was always trying to protect me
                            and she said, "Now, Virginia doesn't want to marry somebody that she's
                            not in love with, you know." So, my brother said to me, "Have you ever
                            seen anybody, any human being that you were in love with, that you
                            wanted to marry? Have you ever even seen anybody that you could think of
                            marrying?" Of course, there was Carlton Wright, whom I still adored, but
                            he was so young and had no money and was impossible from the husband
                            point of view and it was just beautiful and romantic. Then, there was
                            Bill Winston who was certainly eligible in every way, but then he jilted
                            me and then committed suicide. So, I thought real hard and I said,
                            "Well, I'll tell you. I met a young man in church last Sunday and I
                            think that he is the handsomest young man that I have ever seen, or one
                            of them." I really thought that he was handsomer than Bill Winston. And
                            my brother said, "What's his name?" Daddy spoke up then and said, "Oh,
                            that's John W. Durr's son. His name is Clifford Durr." And Brother said,
                            "Oh, my Lord, that's who you want? That's easy, I'll get him around for
                            dinner next Sunday."</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>You were being set up. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>You see, they had been fraternity brothers at the University.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p146" n="146"/>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I had never met Virginia.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, you met me at church.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I mean, not before I moved to Birmingham.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>So, tell her what you thought about me.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I thought that your dress was too short and you had on your glasses
                            and you looked like a typical Sunday School teacher and I . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>He didn't find me very attractive, I don't think. Well anyway, the next
                            Sunday, they invited him to dinner and he came. And Mother, oh my Lord,
                            she got the damask table cloth fixed up and the damask napkins and we
                            had a delicious dinner and the cook was there and they were serving and
                            then she bought this marvelous cake. There was a lady in Birmingham then
                            that charged five dollars for cakes and they were perfectly beautiful
                            and this was a lemon meringue cake about this high with white icing and
                            lemon meringue inbetween. So, when the cake came in, Mother didn't say
                            that I made it, what did she say?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>She said, "Well Virginia, this is certainly delicious cake." <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Of course, he assumed that I had made the cake. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Now, to be fair to your mother, she never did say you made it. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>She didn't say that, but of course, he assumed that I had. But the thing
                            was that after dinner was over, Mother went to take a nap. Brother and
                            Daddy went out to play golf at the country club and I was left with
                            Cliff. My opportunity. So, we got in the old Studebaker that we had, it
                            was my father's car, Cliff didn't have a car and we promptly ran out of
                            gas.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p147" n="147"/>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>We ran out before it ever really started. But fortunately, the car was
                            parked on a hill, they lived on a high hill, and you could coast five or
                            six blocks down the hill to a filling station. I used that car, Dr.
                            Foster's car, all the time that I was courting, but I never got in it
                            that it wasn't out of gas and I would have to fill it up.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't know why you didn't know then that you were marrying a
                            pauper or somebody that didn't have any money. Well anyway, we started
                            going together, but the thing was that he came up to the library . . .
                            tell them about that, because this was the thing that really made me . .
                            . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I asked her for a certain book and she asked me what the problem
                            was and I remember it was something on municipal law. She not only went
                            and got the book but began to look up the law for me and I was very much
                            impressed. She never would do that after she was my legal secretary.
                                <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>That was it and that was that summer and then in the fall, he took me
                            down to his family. We went together for quite awhile and that fall he
                            took me down to his mother's and that's when we got engaged. And tell
                            her what the old Negro man said.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh yes, one reason that I got engaged was because this old Negro man,
                            George Washington Daniels, he sort of took up with Mother like a stray
                            dog and she fed him. He never would do any work, but he was a
                            personality. So, I think that we had been to a party or something and
                            Virginia was resting and we were out in the yard and he came up to me
                            and said, "You say her name is Miss Foster?" I said, "Yes." He said, "Is
                            she one of them Fosters from over there at Union Springs?" I said, "Yes,
                            her <pb id="p148" n="148"/> people came from over there." He said,
                            "Well, you latch on to her and you'll be getting some sugar. Her folks
                            own the county." Well, of course, I went ahead and married her and
                            inside of six months, the last of the great plantation was gone for
                            taxes. I had grounds for annulling the marriage, I think. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>But he didn't do it. Anyway, we got married in April and I worked up
                            until the time that I got married and they asked us to be the first
                            people married in the new church. You see, the independent Presybterian
                            church and so, we were married on Easter Monday and the whole church was
                            full of lillies.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well you see, the preacher had been Dr. Edmonds, he had been kicked out
                            of the same church that Dr. Foster had. But he had a church in
                            Montgomery. He came right from the seminary to the First Presbyterian
                            Church there.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>He was a great friend of your family's.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>And a great friend of the family's and that continued and of course, he
                            had suffered the same fate as Dr. Foster, but he was young and very
                            attractive and when they kicked him out, about 75 percent of the
                            congregation went with him. Well, they moved over to the synagogue just
                            across the corner and then they got busy and started building the
                            church. We were the . . . because of Dr. Foster and Dr. Edmonds and the
                            family connection and all, they asked us to be the first married in it.
                            We had to postpone the wedding. I wanted to go ahead and get it over
                            with, but then I would have to go up and ask the contractor, "When
                            please, could I get married?" Finally, it was dedicated on Easter Sunday
                            and . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>We were engaged in the fall and planned to be married in the spring, but
                            in the meantime, I realized that when I married Cliff, I was marrying
                            somebody different from anybody I had ever known, someone <pb id="p149"
                                n="149"/> who always told the truth, and his family too, because
                            Cliff was just dying to get married, he wanted to get married
                            immediately and I was just thrilled, I just thought he was so besotted
                            with love, you know. So I said, "Why is it that you want to get married
                            so much?" I thought of course, that he was going to say that it was
                            because he loved me so much that he could hardly stand it. He said,
                            "Well, I get awfully tired of coming home from the office every
                            afternoon and having to take a bath and get dressed and come over here
                            and get to bed late. It is just wearing me out. I want to get married
                            and quit all this." So, I should have realized what kind of a family
                            that I was marrying into because his mother came up and we had a tea for
                            his mother. His sister, who was perfectly beautiful, well, his mother
                            came up and my mother said to her in a rather tearful way, "Oh, I hope
                            that your son will be kind to my daughter, she is such an innocent young
                            thing." Mrs. Durr said in a perfectly practical way, "Well, Mrs. Foster,
                            you needn't worry about Cliff. Cliff always looks after what is his. He
                            had a dog named Shiloh and he was the faithfulest thing in the world to
                            that dog. You will never have to worry about Cliff, he will always do
                            what he says that he's going to do and he will always take care of what
                            is his." So you see, I met again this perfect truthfulness, not any
                            romance or imagination there.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, if the showdown came, I liked you better than Shiloh. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>So in any case, my father, I don't know what he did then, I think that he
                            probably sold the last piece of the plantation or something, but I had
                            the biggest wedding that you have ever known in your life. I had it in
                            the new church and the Easter lillies were everywhere. Of course, the
                            church had paid for those. I think I had eight bridesmaids . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>They left the Easter decorations there.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p150" n="150"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>We had 1500 invitations and 500 at the reception and I am sure that it
                            cost my father lots of money that he didn't have, but it was really . .
                            . and my mother was just triumphant. Here was a daughter who had married
                            well.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Josephine had the small family wedding and every mother has got to have
                            at least one big wedding.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>And while they were devoted to Hugo, and Hugo was running for the Senate
                            at this time, this was in '26, we were married in April of '26 and Hugo
                            was at that time running for the Senate and it was a very bitter
                            campaign. He was running against Kilby and Bankhead and Musgrove and it
                            was a very bitter campaign indeed.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>And Judge Mayfield.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Judge Mayfield.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Did he win that first time?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. He won, but it was a very bitter campaign and he was off campaigning
                            all the time. Sister was my maid of honor and I had a lot of
                            bridesmaids. And another thing that I should realize about Cliff's
                            practicality, too, because people gave brides parties before the wedding
                            all the time, showers and luncheons and teas and buffet suppers. So, I
                            had quite a few parties given to me. What did he do? He went and had his
                            wisdom teeth pulled so that he couldn't go to the parties.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, that wasn't the reason that I did it, I had them and I knew that I
                            had to get them out and I wanted to be in good shape when I got married.
                                <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> I didn't know that this was
                            going to be a butcher and my jaw got swollen and all and Virginia got
                            furious with me. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>He couldn't go to any of the parties. His face was swelled out this way
                            and his jaw was all sore and swollen and little bits of teeth <pb
                                id="p151" n="151"/> kept coming out. Oh, he was miserable. I thought
                            that the jaw would never go down and we couldn't even get married, but
                            we did. But even marriage was difficult in a way, because the preacher
                            forgot it and he came late and the organ wouldn't play and they had to
                            get a little black boy to come in and pump the bellows to get the organ
                            to play at all. So, tell them what your brother did when we got down to
                            the gate.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>We got married at eight and we were going to have the reception and then
                            take the Pan American for New Orleans that night. I had left my good
                            suit that I was going to change into, we were in full dress for the
                            affair and I was going to change over there right after the reception
                            and go on down to the train. But eight o'clock came and no preacher.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>This is eight o'clock at night?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>And Lloyd Bowers was one of my groomsmen, he was very smooth and Mrs.
                            Foster was getting more and more nervous and he kept telling her that it
                            was only two minutes after eight and that it just seemed a long time.
                            And they had visions of Edmonds having run off the road, down the
                            mountain roads there. Finally, he showed up at eight thirty and was the
                            only calm person around the place. I was there in a side room, they left
                            me entirely with my brother, who was my best man. And I gave him the
                            fee, which was twenty-five dollars, for the preacher. That was a lot of
                            money back in those days and I thought that I was making a good capital
                            investment. So, we finally got through it and we rushed to the house for
                            the reception, which was quite an affair and then the time came when we
                            had to make the train. So I go up the stairs to change my clothes where
                            I had left them and my britches were gone. Well, I thought that some of
                                <pb id="p152" n="152"/> the groomsmen were pulling a joke on me and
                            I got furious and said that the damn train was about to leave and we
                            were not going to make it. They swore up and down that they hadn't. So,
                            finally, one of my brothers dashed off to my apartment to get another
                            suit and about that time, the maid came around and said, "You looking
                            for your britches?" I said, "Yes." She said, "This is Miss Josephine's
                            room and I didn't think it was right for no man's britches to be hanging
                            in the closet of Miss Josephine's room, so I took them over and put them
                            in Mr. Sterling's room." So, I finally got the britches and we rushed
                            off and were dashing through the gate at the station and my brother
                            handed me a five dollar bill. I said, "What in the world is this for?"
                            He said, "I docked him for being late." <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note> He had withheld five dollars from the preacher.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, we got on the train and we went down to Pass Christian and that was
                            a great place for honeymoons. There was a lovely sort of private hotel
                            on the Gulf and in April, it was just full of blossoms and beautiful
                            things and smelled so good and we had a lovely big room upstairs and we
                            were still rather strangers and particularly me. This was quite an
                            adjustment, getting used to having a man in the room with you. So, we
                            were still rather strangers and then a series of things happened to
                            bring us closer together. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> One
                            was that we waked up in the middle of the night and there was a
                            hurricane, wind and all and I never heard such wind in my life. We were
                            terrified, the doors flew open and the windows flew open and the water
                            came pouring in and the wind came pouring in and we knew that we were
                            going to die together. So, that brought us closer together, I must say,
                            we were perfectly convinced that we were going to be killed. We couldn't
                            get out of bed, the wind and rain were so terrific and sure enough, the
                            next morning, there was <pb id="p153" n="153"/> a big boat in the yard,
                            it had blown out of the Gulf. We went down to breakfast and we were
                            still just shaking with fear of the terrible night we had been through
                            and everybody in the hotel said, "Well, that was a rather mild blow that
                            we had last night. It didn't get up to but eighty miles an hour." But
                            that did help bring us together. Then, the next thing that happened
                            which really brought us extremely close together was that we were
                            invited out to dinner with a friend that we saw on the beach, to a hotel
                            in Biloxi and they had a menu from which you could chose anything you
                            wanted, and well . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>American plan, one price.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>So, Cliff always had a very good appetite and he thought that since he
                            could eat it all at the same price, he would just eat it all. So, he
                            started out with oysters and then he ate crab and then he ate clams and
                            then he ate shrimp and then fish and he went right down the menu. The
                            main thing was seafood down there. He ate it all and enjoyed it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>It was delicious, perfectly delicious.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Absolutely delicious. He ate everything, every variety of seafood that
                            was on the menu, each one of them was better than the other. So, the
                            next morning, I looked at my bridegroom and he was green. Just as green
                            as that sofa pillow there, just bright green. So I went rushing
                            downstairs, absolutely terrified, "My husband's turned green!" <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> The lady said, "What did he eat
                            for supper?" "He ate a lot of seafood." She said, "Well, that's it. Just
                            go upstairs and tell him to throw it up." So, I got upstairs and he had
                            already begun to throw it up and he threw it up all day long. He got all
                            right, but of course, that brought <pb id="p154" n="154"/> us closer
                            together and then also, he kept having the teeth come out of his
                        jaw.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>It wasn't the teeth, it was the bone. They had fractured my jaw, it was
                            the bone.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>The bone would come up and he had to lie on the bed with his mouth wide
                            open and I would have to pull out his bone. So, by the time we got home,
                            we were really very friendly indeed. I got pregnant when?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>We had our friends counting up, but there was a full month to spare.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>A full month to spare. You see, I didn't know any more about birth
                            control than a man in the moon. I didn't know anything and especially
                            about birth control, so naturally, I got pregnant.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>We weren't concerned with controlling it, we thought that it was the
                            thing you did, you got married and had babies.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>The thing was that I really thought I was the only human being in the
                            world that had ever had a baby. I was so conceited and the bigger I got,
                            the prouder I was. I had an old doctor and instead of saying, "You must
                            diet and keep the baby small." He would say, "Oh Miss Virginia, you've
                            got to eat for two now, so remember that you are eating for two." I was
                            120 pounds when I married and when the baby was born, I was 185 pounds.
                            I was absolutely immense, I could hardly walk. But in those days, nobody
                            . . . </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Doctor Lupton was saying, "Nobody in the world is as healthy as a
                            pregnant woman."</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>We were living with my mother and father, we had a room.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>This is part of the myth. Of course, we wanted to <pb id="p155" n="155"/>
                            get a little apartment and be to ourselves, but Mrs. Foster felt that it
                            was just too bad for Virginia to be cooped up in a little apartment and
                            said, "We've got the whole upstairs here and we can fix that up."</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>You were living with your mother and father?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>This would bring in a little income.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, it brought in some income, but also, Mother didn't want me to
                            leave. She was clinging on to me in those days. She realized that things
                            were just going down the pot and she was holding on to me very hard.
                            Mother didn't know what to do, you know, she just knew that we were
                            owing everybody and that money was leaving and everything was lost. Of
                            course, the big wedding had given her a lot of pleasure but then of
                            course, it had to be paid for. The thing was that of that first year we
                            were married, we were very happy and we had a room and bath and a big
                            sitting room. We turned one of the rooms into a sitting room and we used
                            to have people in and . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>We had a sort of a portable grill and could cook things.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <milestone n="2991" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="05:56:13"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, we had a lot of things. The thing with having a baby in those days.
                            This is what shows you the difference. In the first place, of course,
                            the eating, the "eating for two." That's old fashioned and the gaining
                            of a tremendous amount of weight, they would think now that it was just
                            suicidal. To have a baby, well, you went to the doctor once every two or
                            three weeks and you were treated not as if you were having an illness
                            exactly, but everybody pampered you, you know. I was awfully sick at my
                            stomach for awhile and I was treated like the queen bee and I felt like
                            the queen bee. I felt like I was just doing something that nobody had
                            ever done before and it was just the most marvelous thing <pb id="p156"
                                n="156"/> in the world, I was just simply thrilled. I engaged a
                            nurse, a trained nurse. I went to the hospital, I waked up one morning
                            and realized that the baby was coming, the water had broken and I called
                            Cliff immediately and he came home and we finally got to the hospital.
                            They had engaged a trained nurse for me, Miss Taylor, who came. A
                            registered nurse. She was on duty twenty-four hours a day. I think that
                            she may have gotten off an hour in the afternoon when you and Mother
                            came in to sit. I had a private room, I delivered the baby and Cliff
                            stayed with me the whole time and Mother until I went in to the actual
                            delivery room. It was all very social and pleasant and the doctor was
                            there and . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>The only harsh words that I ever received from my mother-in-law, she
                            didn't think I was excited enough when Virginia was in the delivery
                            room. She thought I was too calm and she got furious with me. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I came out and in about an hour, I was sitting up eating breakfast and
                            was feeling wonderful. Here I was, a healthy young girl and I had a
                            trained nurse, I stayed in the hospital about two weeks, didn't I?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">CLIFFORD DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>I think you did and then the nurse . . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Then the nurse came home and stayed with me another two weeks. I wasn't
                            allowed to walk up and down the steps for two weeks. Here I was, a
                            healthy young girl, just as healthy as I could be, a healthy baby and
                            yet I was treated like a terrific invalid. I was made to feel that I had
                            done something just spectacular and this was just something that was
                            marvelous, this was the reward of all my life. The trained nurse was
                            there for one solid month. A trained, registered nurse. Of course, she
                            didn't get paid much in those days. Did you ever hear anything as
                            ridiculous in the days of your life? Now my daughters have <pb id="p157"
                                n="157"/> babies and they are up the next day. It is the most
                            remarkable change that I have ever seen in the days of my life. It is
                            perfectly amazing. </p>
                        <milestone n="2991" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="05:59:16"/>
                        <milestone n="6975" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="05:59:17"/>
                        <p>Well, now you have gotten through the marriage, so we will stop the tape.
                                <note type="comment"> [interruption, tape turned off] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>This is the third session with Virginia Foster Durr, we are on tape
                            number three. This is March 15, 1975.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>So, I told you that I had my first child and Anne, that's my oldest
                            daughter. </p>
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                        <milestone n="2992" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="05:59:52"/>
                        <p>So we lived with Mother and Daddy for another year or two and then Cliff
                            was getting awfully impatient to get to himself. He was making more
                            money down at the law firm and had been made a member of the firm, but
                            Mother and Daddy were just harder up than ever. But then Sister and Hugo
                            came home and they were going to stay a year in Birmingham because he
                            had to run for the Senate again in '32.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>He had just completed his first term?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Just completed his first term. So what they did, they gave us a chance to
                            move and then they took over the house on Niazuma where Mother and Daddy
                            were. All of this had to be done with the greatest sort of lack of
                            conversation because both Daddy and Mother hated to admit that they were
                            just getting dead broke. So, it all had to be done as sort of a favor
                            that they were doing for Sister and Hugo to let them stay in their
                            house. Everything always had to be surrounded by all kinds of protection
                            to save their pride because they really both just had this terrible
                            feeling of failure and shame at losing everything that they had. In the
                            meantime, I had had an extremely bad miscarriage. The situation at home
                            worried me and I had had a very difficult miscarriage. I had had the flu
                            and then I had had the miscarriage shortly thereafter. But Cliff and I
                            were just delighted to get on our own and we bought a <pb id="p158"
                                n="158"/> little house not far from my mother's, in the
                            neighborhood, a darling little house. So, I went on over there and we
                            got established. I was leading the life of any sort of young married
                            woman in Birmingham, you know. I was active in the Junior League and in
                            the church and belonged to a bridge club and I belonged to a sewing
                            circle and was making clothes for the children. But more and more, I was
                            aware of the terrible state of the economy. Cliff was with the firm that
                            represented the power companies, so we were comfortably established,
                            fairly comfortably off, but we were helping Mother and Daddy, but we
                            still were fairly well off. But around me was just ruin, ruin and more
                            furnaces shutting up and the town became poorer and poorer and more and
                            more beggars were coming to the door and then this whole fear of being
                            mugged in the night. You didn't want to go from your door to the garage,
                            because there were people lurking in the alley. Just any number of
                            muggings and robberies because people were absolutely desperate. Well,
                            things in the city were getting very bad indeed. Hugo was running for
                            the Senate and he was out all over the state, you know, and finding
                            things bad wherever he went. People were just desperate and he was very
                            much for Roosevelt. And my father was very much for Roosevelt. They
                            hoped that Roosevelt would run and my father had a connection with him
                            through William Fitts Ryan. Well, Judge Fitts, his grandfather, was a
                            great friend of my father's. They had gone through school together, I
                            think, at Southwestern College and they were very devoted friends. Judge
                            Fitts came from Tuscaloosa, the Fitts family there was quite a prominent
                            family. He had married a Miss Smith from Birmingham and they had had a
                            daughter who had married Mr. Ryan, who was a great friend of Roosevelt
                            and one of his political henchmen. So through Mr. Ryan and through Judge
                            Fitts, my father became one of <pb id="p159" n="159"/> President
                            Roosevelt's supporters and he and Judge Fitts went over to Warm Springs
                            and talked to him, begged him to run and became just absolutely eager,
                            passionate Roosevelt supporters. Well, I was aware of all this, but it
                            was still away, I was remote from it. And I was even remote from Hugo's
                            race, although I was devoted to Hugo.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">SUE THRASHER:</speaker>
                        <p>Was this 1931 or '32?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">VIRGINIA FOSTER DURR:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, this was '31. You see, Hugo got elected in '32, so this was '31
                            really. </p>
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                        <milestone n="2993" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="06:05:16"/>
                        <p>Then I had another terrible miscarriage and nearly died then. I had what
                            they called <hi rend="i">placenta previa</hi> and I nearly bled to death
                            and had a terrible time, but while I was in the hospital, soon
                            thereafter, I was very ill and had to have blood transfusions. I had a
                            nurse, Mrs. Van Markenstine, I believe her name was. She was a very
                            devout Catholic, you see, the big hospital then in Birmingham was St.
                            Vincent's Hospital, and she was married to some man and had I don't know
                            how many children, she was a Catholic and thought that birth control was
                            a sin. But her husband and she were sort of separated, they would come
                            back together, maybe he felt like they had too many children, anyway she
                            had an older son. And at that time, the dairies in Birmingham had a
                            terrible sort of price war and people couldn't buy milk and they were
                            losing money all the time and everybody was just engaged in this
                            cuthroat endeavor to 