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                <head>Interview with Icy Norman, April 6 and 30, 1979. Interview H-0036.</head>
                <byline>Conducted by Mary Murphy</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
                        H-0036, 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>Like many families in North Carolina in the early 20th century, the Norman family
                    left a farm for town life, finding jobs in factories and textile mills in and
                    around Burlington, North Carolina. Icy Norman began her working life at age
                    thirteen, when she was offered a job by her aunt's boss at a shoe
                    factory. She loved to work, and she loved to earn money, and she brought her
                    work ethic from job to job, eventually settling into a job at a textile mill in
                    Burlington at the age of twenty-nine. She would stay there for the rest of her
                    career. In this interview, Norman remembers the rhythms of farm life, from corn
                    shuckings to ice cream socials, and from milling wheat to gristing corn. And she
                    remembers her working life after her father died and her mother sold the farm:
                    learning her trade on the mill floor by practicing for weeks before earning a
                    paycheck; winning the respect of her employers for her honesty, hard work,
                    skill, and ingenuity; resisting unionization; and retiring without a pension in
                    1976. This interview is about one woman's devotion to her job, and
                    the emotional rewards she earned from her work, often in lieu of financial
                    rewards. Norman looks back on her working life with great fondness, but also
                    with regret that she did not profit more from an industry she feels she helped
                    to build.</p>
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                <head>Short Abstract</head>
                <p>Icy Norman recalls her long working life, most of which was spent at a textile
                    mill in Burlington, North Carolina.</p>
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                <head>Interview with Icy Norman, April 6 and 30, 1979. <lb/>Interview H-0036.
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                    <head>[TAPE 1, SIDE A]</head>
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                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>It was mean. It was just terrible.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Were the people who first worked up in the mill from other areas? Mr.
                            Haithcock thought that they had brought in a lot of people from New
                            Jersey and Alabama to run some of the machines up there. And
                            that's why a lot of the neighborhood was so rough.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>I'll tell you, I don't know where they was from. I
                            do know it was a lot of rough people. A lot of cussing and carrying on
                            in the mill. But they finally got that all straightened out.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Was that mostly the men?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Just the men. Especially on pay day night, on the second shift. They get
                            as drunk as, they didn't know what they was doing. They got
                            that all straightened out. Over the years you hardly hear anybody say a
                            cuss word up there. You never did see nobody come in there drunk on the
                            job. They got out of their Little Chicago mess when the mills went
                            expanding. Like I told Mr. Love one time, "A lot of times it is
                            a lot and lot of yarn that is wasted." I says,
                            "You're making waste. Which if people would just
                            stop long enough and take time, they can run that yarn.
                            You're losing a lot of yarn that could be made into good
                            cloth." I reckon he told the boss man and they got to watching
                            some of them. They'd go and check on them and see. It was
                            terrible, awful that the waste them people made. They'd just
                            tear off yards and yards of cloth. It was just a mess there for a while.
                            They finally got the mill going and going straight. I reckon people went
                            to getting concerned about their jobs, and all and I went to taking only
                            a little interest in it. But as I said, a lot of people would go to the
                            restroom and sit two and three hours and left their job standing.
                            That's not right. I believe in doing your job and not laying
                            down on it, not slacking back waiting on somebody else. Everybody who is
                            in any kind of mill work, any kind of textile work, they give <pb id="p2" n="2"/> you a job and they expect you to do that job. They
                            don't expect you to lay back and lay down and let it be in a
                            mess when the next man come in on that job. I can always say that my
                            job, when I left it, it was straightened out. The next one that come in
                            on my job didn't have any problems. My trucks was filled up,
                            my mills was creeled up. Of course, when we was skein winding, we had to
                            run all of our yarn off and clean our swifts off and wipe up. But
                            creeling, they had a thing that went around the mill and blowed the lint
                            off. We didn't have to clean up. Maybe every two or three
                            months we'd have to take all the yarn out, and as
                            they'd say, "Wash the mill."
                            We'd clean it with rags and alcohol. Then we'd
                            creel it back up, thread it back up, start it again. I always left my
                            job in good shape.</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Was it very dusty in the mill?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, it was pretty dusty in the cotton part. That creeling job was
                            something on cotton until they put them fans that run around the track.
                            That would blow the lint off of it. It was terrible until they put that
                            up there. Out there in the cotton winding room, I don't know
                            whether they ever did get anything. Now they did on the twisters, they
                            had them blow things on the twisters that would run around the track.
                            That kept the lint off of the yarn. But now the winding,
                            they'd have to stop off about twice a day and clean up in the
                            cotton winding room.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Did people have trouble breathing sometimes?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>I don't know. I never did work in the cotton winding room. The
                            only cone winding I done was on them little Universal winders. But I did
                            work on the cotton creeling. Them fans kept it blowed. The lint, and it
                            wasn't too linty. When the mill was stopped off and we was
                            changing the mill or creeling a mill on it was pretty linty. But when we
                            started it up them fans would start blowing. Then the lint would all
                            blow off.</p>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Do you ever remember any strikes up at the mill?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>When was that?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>I believe it was in the latter part of '30 or maybe
                            '31. They struck up there and I think they were out about two
                            weeks. Then the old union would come to the mill and give out them old
                            papers, wanted you to sign up. A lot of them did sign up. I never did
                            sign up for it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>How come?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>I don't know. I didn't understand all it was about.
                            I didn't think it was a good thing to do, to be honest with
                            you. So I never did sign up for it. But a lot of them up there did sign
                            up for it. But they never did get the union. Three or four months they
                            would be out there. Then they put that fence around the mill.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>When was that that they put the fence up?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>That there was along about '34 or '35.</p>
                        <p>They'd be out there at the gate with them old union papers
                            wanting you to sign up. A lot of them in the Burlington Mill did sign
                            up. And one time they thought that they really had the union, but they
                            never did get it. But I never did mess with it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Did people come around and talk to you about why you should join?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. I'd tell them I wasn't interested in it and
                            they'd go on and leave me alone. I didn't know
                            whether it was good or bad so I didn't mess with it.
                            Something I don't know nothing about I don't like
                            to mess with. So I just never did mess with it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>When they went on strike, did everybody go out?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, they had shooting. Up there at the Plaid Mill they shot <pb id="p4" n="4"/> out the windows and they done right much damage up there. I
                            know they'd all gang up up here, but I don't think
                            there was ever any shooting up here. Down at the Plaid Mill it was.
                            They'd throw rocks, break out the window lights. All of that
                            while they was on strike up there. I believe Mayfair and Plaid Mill both
                            was out.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Why did the people go on strike?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>They claimed they wanted more money. <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note> That's all I could ever hear them say. They did do
                            right much damage up there at Plaid Mill and Mayfair.</p>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you know Reverend Swinney very well?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, yeah.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>What was he like?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>He was a sweet person. He was just a friend to everybody. When we come
                            here the Glen Hope Church was in a little wooden building. Like
                            you're going up Beaumont towards the mill at the stoplight.
                            Over on the left after you turn, it would be on the right. It was a
                            little wooden building up there. And that's where Preacher
                            Swinney started preaching. In that little wooden building. Then they
                            built the first church. That's the one that got burnt down.
                            Then they moved. Where he was they kind of made a little apartment out
                            of it. I think Holt owned that. They lived out in the field in a great
                            old big house. But now Burlington Mills bought all that and tore that
                            house out and made a parking lot and built a trucking terminal and all
                            out there. They owned it. They had a three room apartment that people
                            lived in. They finally bought so much of that land back over where it
                            was at that they tore it down.</p>
                        <p>Yeah, Preacher Swinney was a fine person. He had a hand in making
                            Burlington what it is. Really have to give him the praise for that. <pb id="p5" n="5"/> He really had a great hand in making Burlington Mill
                            people and the rest of Burlington what it is.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>He was very influential?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, he was a good person. He was a likable person. He just had friends
                            everywhere.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Did he and Spencer Love….</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, him and Spencer Love was real close. Spencer Love would give money
                            to that church, money to help build that church. When that first church
                            burnt down, I think Burlington Mills give them money on the church now
                            that they got. I think they put in a whole lot of money to start it
                            back.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>But they had helped build the first one, too?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah. Spencer Love give big donations on that. And they give a lot on
                            this other church. All of them head officials of the Burlington plant
                            and Swinney was real close friends.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you go to the Glen Hope Church? Would he ever talk about the mill at
                            church?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>You know like homecoming, he would always tell about. Sometimes Preacher
                            Swinney would say that Spencer Love told him that whenever he needed
                            anything to come to him and he would get it. Some of the rest of them
                            might have told you that he would go and tell him the problem and
                            Spencer Love would give him the money. Spence helped a lot in that
                            church up there. I reckon they still give some to it, I ain't
                            telling it for sure. But I do know that other church they did.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Did Reverend Swinney's brother used to work up in the
                            commissary in the mill? I thought Mr. Haithcock told me that Jack
                            Swinney ran the commissary up there.</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>You mean the one that started the commissary. Might have been him coming
                            around. They started bringing a little long tub on wheels in twice a
                            day, with ice in it with ale. Then they started bringing little cookies
                            and like that in. It was a hand cart. Now, what was his name? Anyway, he
                            opened the commissary. He run the commissary for years and years. Until
                            they expanded and built a place for the employees to go eat. Get things,
                            all kinds of stuff out of the machines. He quit then. Bill Hancock was
                            his name. He went somewhere and then went up there and started a little
                            ice cream parlor. That's the last account I have of Bill
                            Hancock. But he run that commissary. I can't remember nothing
                            about… unless it was, I don't think it was
                            Preacher Swinney's brother. It could have been.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you know Mrs. Swinney?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>She's just the sweetest.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>We're going to try to call her and see if we can visit her
                            sometime next week.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Have you been up to Clarence's and Irene's?
                            That's Preacher Swinney's daughter and son-in-law.
                            He's the pastor of the church now. Clarence Vaughn. He lives
                            right up there in that brick house. That's where Preacher
                            Swinney and Mrs. Swinney lived. They built that for them. Swinney
                            retired and they bought this house that they're living in,
                            the church did, for Preacher Swinney and Mrs. Swinney. Then Clarence and
                            Irene moved in the pastor's house there. But the church
                            bought this home. You ought to go see them and talk to them.</p>
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                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Did your mother ever work in the mill?</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Not here. My mother worked some in Schoolfield. My daddy never would let
                            her work. She had a job and worked I reckon about three months. My baby
                            sister, she was just a little baby. They had a nursery. They would <pb id="p7" n="7"/> take me and my brother and my baby
                            sister—she wasn't four months old—to
                            the nursery. Mama worked three or six months, I can't say.
                            One morning there my daddy told her, "I didn't marry
                            you to work. You got all the work you need at home and your children.
                            It's not a wife's place to work. If a man
                            can't make a living for his wife and children, he
                            ain't no business marrying. Now if you going to work,
                            I'll quit and come home and tend to our children."
                            So Mama went in and worked her notice and come home. That's
                            all she ever did work. My daddy wouldn't let her work. He
                            didn't like it because she worked then. I don't
                            think it was over three or maybe six months she worked. He says,
                            "I'm not dragging these little young ones out in the
                            cold carrying them to that nursery of a morning. Your place is at home
                            and that's where you're going to be. If I
                            can't make a living for you, then you can go to work and
                            I'll quit and tend to the young ones."</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>What kind of nursery was that?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>They had trained nurses, real nurses. I mean they had a degree. It was a
                            big nursery that the company had. They would keep tiny babies,
                            year-olds, two years on up until they was sixteen years old. They had a
                            category for each one. They had trained nurses. They checked when you
                            went in that nursery—they changed your clothes, they put
                            their clothes on you. They checked each child every morning. The little
                            tots, where they could set up at the table, they had a big round table
                            about that wide with little chairs for them little young ones to sit
                            there and eat. Then they had place for the bigger children. It was a
                            huge place, you know. They went in age groups. They had doctors to come
                            in once a week to check each child. If any one of the children was
                            running a temperature they would send for its mother to come home, to
                            come to the nursery to take that child home.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Did the mill pay for that?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p8" n="8"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>The mill paid for that. Old Dr. Crumpler was the mill doctor there. They
                            had a dentist. I forget what the dentist's name was. One time
                            I had a toothache. My daddy carried me up there. That old dentist pulled
                            my tooth. Didn't numb it, I thought I would die, sure enough.
                            That made me scared of dentists. It was years before I'd go
                            to one.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>It sounds like the mill ran the whole city.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>They did. They built a Y.M.C.A. and they had this nursery. Then they
                            built a huge Hilton Hall. Oh, that was a huge building. It was eight
                            stories high, counting the two ground floors, counting the basement.
                            They built that. People could go there that worked in the mill and have
                            a boarding place. They served your meals and everything. They
                            didn't charge but so much a week. All they had to do was
                            cross the railroad and right into the mill. Then they built that
                            Y.M.C.A. Then they put a movie in here. They had a huge city park. That
                            was the most beautifulest park you ever seen. It was then, I
                            don't know how it is now. I ain't been over there
                            in years. Schoolfield just run all of Schoolfield.</p>
                        <p>North Danville, they had a cotton mill down there. They went in together
                            and expanded. They are kind of expanding like the Burlington Mill,
                            expanding out. Seems like the Plaid Mill or the Mayfair did run some
                            yarn, nylon, for the Dan River. They expanding out too.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you know Hester Taylor? She lives over on Rt. 100 going towards Elon.
                            She came from Schoolfield and used to work up at the mill. She was a
                            weaver.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>I don't know but one Hester Taylor. I wonder if that there is
                            my cousin.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p9" n="9"/>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Her husband's name was Ellis.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>I don't remember this one. The one I'm talking
                            about has been married twice. Her and her first husband is
                        separated.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>I don't think that's this one. I was just talking
                            to her the other day and she used to board up in Hilton Hall. She
                            couldn't remember the name of it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Hilton Hall was the name of it. They had swimming pools there. They had
                            exercise rooms, a gym. A huge gym. Once a week us school children
                            we'd go swimming there. One day out of the week
                            we'd go to the gym. One day out of the week we'd
                            go learn to cook. One day out of the week we'd go learn to
                            sew, the girls would. They had something else for the boys, too. But I
                            never did learn to swim. I still don't know how to swim. It
                            would just tickle us to death to go over to that Hilton Hall. It was so
                            pretty. We'd go over to that gym, we'd play. They
                            had all kinds of swings and things. Now they never did have no see-saw.
                            When we went into that gym we had to have our white tennis shoes on and
                            our white socks. If we didn't have no white tennis shoes we
                            had to pull our shoes off. That floor was just like a looking glass. But
                            if we had our white tennis shoes, we could wear our white tennis shoes
                            in there. We'd go over there and have plays over there. It
                            was just wonderful.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you like school?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>I liked school up until I was in the fifth grade and my mama got sick. My
                            daddy couldn't get nobody—back then it was hard to
                            get anybody to stay with you.</p>
                    </sp>

                    <p>
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                    <head>[TAPE 1, SIDE B]</head>
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                    <pb id="p10" n="10"/>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Did they hire their teachers as well?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Went to school over on Baltimore. Had a great old big school over there.
                            It went to the ninth grade, was the highest it went. Then when you got
                            to the tenth grade you had to go over there towards Luland Lake. You had
                            to go over there to that school when you got to the tenth grade. Over
                            there in Baltimore school you could go until the tenth grade. I wished I
                            had a went on back. I see where I made my mistake. I thought
                            I'd be out six weeks. I never would catch it up which I could
                            have. But I never did go back.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>So when did you get your first paying job?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>When I first went to work? That was at Elkin. They have a shoe factory
                            there. My aunt, my daddy's sister, worked in the shoe
                            factory. She'd always come over there on Sunday night and my
                            brother would take her to Elkin. She stayed down with my cousin all
                            week. Dewey would get her and bring her and then she'd go on
                            home. Sunday night she told mama, "I want to take Icy down with
                            me and let her see the shoe factory. It'd be a curiosity to
                            her." I wasn't but thirteen years old. Mama says,
                            "We got a big day. Got a big washing to do, I don't
                            care if she goes if she gets back and gets this washing out."
                            So I went on down there. Aunt Leotta carried me all over the shoe
                            factory. Fred Knees was over. We was looking at different things, the
                            cutting room. We started from where they started the shoe and ended up
                            where the shoe was ready for you to wear, to be sold.</p>
                        <p>Fred Knees come up and he says, "Miss Carter, who is this little
                            lady you got?"</p>
                        <p>Aunt Leotta says, "That's my niece."</p>
                        <p>He says, "Does she want a job?" I looked at him and
                            thought my goodness, he's crazy. <pb id="p11" n="11"/> Aunt
                            Leotta laughed and said, "Yeah, she wants a job." Aunt
                            Leotta was full of life, you know. He says, "Well, take her on
                            up there with you and learn, show her how."</p>
                        <p>I looked at her and says, "I didn't come down here
                            after no job."</p>
                        <p>Aunt Leotta says, "You come on here." Well, I went on.
                            She told Dewey that Fred give me a job and he went home. Boy, mama had a
                            fit. That young one down there, she ain't old enough to work.</p>
                        <p>I went in there and learnt to make shoes.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>What was that like?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>It was electric sewing machines. They had a cutting room. They had sizes
                            and would cut so many shoes out, vamps, and then they would cut the heel
                            part. Then they would send it to the sewing room. Well, you take it
                            there. They had it stamped. You put it on that brandisher, back part of
                            the shoe to the vamp and you sewed. You'd go up this side and
                            back down, make two little stitches along there. When you got that done,
                            they'd take you along to the one that made the linings. The
                            linings was made just like the shoe. And they'd make that and
                            stack it and send it on in to where they put the soles on. Then
                            they'd send it. Then put the heel on. It was interesting. I
                            worked there then until it went bankrupt. Fred Knees then went into the
                            woolen mill.</p>
                        <p>My daddy died in February. He come up there and he told mama. See, my
                            daddy owned this farm. He told mama, "Now, I can give Icy a job
                            in the inspecting room."</p>
                        <p>Mama says, "Can you give Barney and Dewey a job?"</p>
                        <p>He says, "No, I can't put them on right now. I
                            ain't got no opening. But I can put Icy to work. I got an
                            opening in the inspecting room." That's inspecting
                            them blankets. I know you seen them Chatham blankets.</p>
                        <pb id="p12" n="12"/>
                        <p>Mama says, "No she's not going to go to work unless
                            you give Barney and Dewey a job. If she goes to work they'll
                            have to take her down there and go get her, bring her back.
                            That's too much running. I don't want her staying
                            away from home all week."</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>How far was the farm?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>About nine miles. He says, "Let Icy go to work and maybe in a
                            few days I can have an opening for Barney and Dewey."</p>
                        <p>Mama says, "No, if you can't put them all three to
                            work, she ain't going to work."</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Your mother sounds like a tough bargainer.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Mama knowed how to manage and she knowed how to make a living. Naturally
                            she didn't want me away from home, me nothing but a young
                            one. I wasn't but thirteen years old. Well, I was fourteen
                            then, I just worked at the shoe factory a year 'till it went
                            busted. So, it would cause Barney and Dewey to make a lot of trips. Mama
                            couldn't see no point in that. Then we went to Linksburg and
                            I got a job in the cotton mill there filling batteries.</p>
                        <p>I worked there a long time. And Dooley Carter, the fixer that was in the
                            shoe factory, he found out that he run into Barney and Dewey. He was a
                            boss man then. I know you seen the Craddock Terry shoes. He come over
                            there on Sunday evening. He says, "Icy, I want you to go to
                            work for me over in the Craddock Terry shoe factory." Talking
                            about a shoe factory. That thing was three stories high. Boy, you walk
                            in that mill you thought you was walking on a piece of glass. Everything
                            was clean as a pin. You didn't see nothing out of place.</p>
                        <p>I says, "Dooley, how much will I make?"</p>
                        <p>He says, "I'll start you off at two dollars and a
                            quarter a day." That was more than I was making in the cotton
                            mill.</p>
                        <p>I says, "Allright, when do you want me to come in?
                            I'll have to tell Mr. <pb id="p13" n="13"/> Sneed and work my
                            notice."</p>
                        <p>He says, "You work this week's notice and then you be
                            over there next week."</p>
                        <p>I went over there and I worked. Then work got bad. We'd work a
                            week and stand two weeks. That's when we come to Burlington.
                            See, I was working and making money. I come to Burlington and went into
                            the Burlington Mills with nothing.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>When you were learning to sew on the shoes and then in the cotton mill,
                            did they pay you while you were learning?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah. They started me right off. I made five dollars a week in the shoe
                            factory. No, five dollars and a half because we worked five days and a
                            half. Dooley, he started me off at two dollars and a quarter a day.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you like the work in the shoe factory?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>I just loved the shoe factory. I enjoyed it and I hated to quit. Barney
                            and Dewey didn't get no work period. I was the only one that
                            was a working. Then I'd work a week and be out two weeks. And
                            so mama said she thought it was better for us to go see if we could get
                            a job where all could work. So we took off and we come to Burlington and
                            have been in Burlington ever since.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>What year was that, that you came to Burlington?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Twenty-nine. Been fifty years.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>When you and your mother moved from the farm to Linksburg, did you sell
                            the farm?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>No, not right then. We did later on. We sold it after we moved here.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Could you not make a living off the farm?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p14" n="14"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, yeah. But mama just took a notion she wanted to sell it. I begged her
                            not to sell it. She had the say-so, so she sold it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you like living on the farm?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, I enjoyed it. I'd get out there about daylight. Dooley,
                            he would be a plowing this field. I'd be in this field on a
                            harrow I'd have that field harrowed by the time he had that
                            field plowed. Then we'd plant our crop. Then when the stuff
                            come in we worked from sun up to sun down. That was good days. Back then
                            you could work in the field until it was so dark you
                            couldn't. Then you'd come in and have to milk the
                            cow and feed the horses or the mules, whatever you had. Then fix supper.
                            Then wash the dishes. Then you'd have time to go somewhere in
                            the neighborhood. You know, the neighbors there lived a half a mile,
                            maybe a mile apart. Some of them two miles. Some would always come to my
                            house. We'd take a circle and we'd visit
                            everybody, they'd take a circle until they'd
                            visited everybody. And everybody just had a good time. Now people
                            don't have time. They have more things to work with. They
                            don't even know what the next door neighbors is doing.
                            That's the truth.</p>
                        <p>Now you take a lot of places here in Burlington, you can have a lot of
                            sickness and your next door neighbor don't know
                            you're sick. You can have a death in your family and they
                            don't know anybody's dead. I don't
                            believe in that. I believe in fellowship and being friends and
                            cooperating with everybody. I reckon it is because the way my daddy and
                            mama raised me. People this day and time, they don't act like
                            they care anything for you. All for self. But me, the greatest joy is if
                            I can do you a favor. I want to do you that favor. I get more joy out of
                            that and more happiness. If somebody's sick that I know I can
                                <pb id="p15" n="15"/> go to them and help them, any hour day or
                            night. I'm ready to go. It's a joy to go in
                            fellowship and do for people. That's my great—I
                            said I didn't have no family. In the other sense of the word,
                            I've got a big family, because I try to fellowship with the
                            other fellow. If they need something, I'm there to help them.
                            If I can do them a favor, I'm there to do it. I think that
                            there is a lot of joy to me. Of course, some people may think that
                            ain't no joy in doing that. But it is. You just come right
                            down to it, you get more joy out of doing some little thing than
                            anything in the world. You know, money can't buy happiness.
                            Money can't buy joy. That's why I said I enjoyed
                            working on my job. I got a pleasure out of it and it made me happy to do
                            my job. When I come out of that mill, I know that I done the very best I
                            could. Somewhere along the way I felt a peaceful mind. It's
                            wonderful to feel that way. When I left the Burlington Mill, I left my
                            family. They all felt like my brothers and sisters. I worked with some
                            of them so long. I was the oldest one in Pioneer Plant, the oldest hand
                            that they had. When those others come along, I got acquainted with them,
                            I growed to love them. And I growed to fellowship with them.
                            We'd all laugh and have fun together. It was just like
                            leaving one of my family. I couldn't help but cry. I said all
                            the time I wasn't going to cry. When I went out and started
                            home I did cry, but they didn't know it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>You didn't think it was the difference between living in the
                            country and living here that made that difference of neighbors?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>You mean trying to be friends with people. My daddy and mother teached us
                            eight children to love and fellowship. If you could share something with
                            somebody, do that. I reckon it was the way I was raised. Now you take
                                <pb id="p16" n="16"/> us children. If we had something that the
                            other one didn't have, we shared it, what little we had, with
                            them. Back then children didn't have things like children has
                            today. We didn't know what toys was. We would get an
                            allowance, each one of us, a nickel a week. We thought that was
                            something. We'd go to the store and buy a nickel's
                            worth of candy. We'd get a big sack full of candy for a
                            nickel. My brothers and my sisters eat theirs all up and I had some. I
                            just sat down and we share it together. That's the way we
                            was. And if mine was gone, we'd share it until it was all
                            gone. I reckon it was the way I was raised. I reckon it was one reason I
                            took so much interest in employees. Now there was a lot of employees,
                            different ones would learn them their job. They never did go back to
                            lend that girl a lending hand if she got in a hole. I'd feel
                            so sorry for her. I'd go over there and help her get
                            straightened out. Really, it wasn't my place to go. I always
                            put other people before me. I love to see other people have plenty and
                            have everything they want if I don't have it. I get the joy
                            of seeing them being happy.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>What kind of things did people do together in the country?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>At school they'd have a supper. They'd call it a
                            box supper. The teenagers, the young ones, they'd fix it.
                            Well, if we was going to have a supper tonight at the school, well, you
                            would cook something yourself. And you'd fix you a box and
                            you'd wrap it real pretty. But you'd fix your box
                            so you knowed it from the others. You didn't put your name on
                            it. They would give that box off. The one that bid the highest, well,
                            you had to eat supper with the boy. That was a lot of fun. We would have
                            ice cream suppers and we'd have parties. In the wintertime
                            they'd have dances in some of the homes. Of course, my daddy
                            never would let them have a dance there. But he didn't care
                            if us young ones was going. The young people would meet at our house
                            once a <pb id="p17" n="17"/> week. We'd have the biggest
                            time. But my daddy never would let them have a dance. We'd go
                            to dances at some of the rest of the homes. But we had to be home from
                            that dance by ten-thirty, at the latest. No later. If we was later than
                            ten-thirty we didn't get to go no more for a while. I
                            don't know, all of us boys and girls go together. We all
                            growed up together. We just had a big time. I reckon when you been with
                            somebody like that and then you go into a textile mill, go to working,
                            well, it come natural that you want fellowship with your co-workers. You
                            want to be acquainted with them, to be friends with them. You take a lot
                            of people come in the mill and work eight hours and never speak to
                        you.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Would people in the mill village get together and do things like
                        that?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, they have the church. Senior citizens. They meet once a week and
                            carry a covered dish. Then they meet, like the Sunday school classes, at
                            your house. And the next month they meet at somebody else's
                            house until it goes around. They have this big bus at the church, senior
                            citizens go different places. I believe it was sometime along in March
                            they went to Charlotte for the day. They go trips. People get together.
                            Anybody can go on that wants to, if the bus ain't filled up.
                            If you find out they're going, you just have to call Mildred
                            and ask her if they got a vacant seat and you can go.</p>
                        <p>Another thing I enjoy, I like to get up real early and take my mile walk.
                            But it's been so bad I ain't been this week.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Where do you walk?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>I usually go out Piedmont Way, down Hopedale Road, back down North Mebane
                            Street back in around to the stoplight back up to Beaumont then back
                            home. It's a mile.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p18" n="18"/>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>When you first came here, how big was the mill village?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Just a little old bitty place.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Mostly over by Piedmont Way?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah. Let's see, Piedmont Way and then Long Street was the
                            mill houses. That street over there back of Long Street, it was mill
                            houses. But the ones that was going from the corner of Piedmont Way on
                            Beaumont down on the left side, they was the Silk Mill houses. But then
                            from Piedmont back to that other street was Burlington Mill houses.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Do you know when this part of the town was incorporated into
                        Burlington?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>I don't remember.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Because people say it was a real rough neighborhood until it got
                            incorporated because there wasn't any law out here. There
                            weren't any police-men out here.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, the roughest thing was people moving in and out of the houses.
                            They'd get drunk and they'd fight. But that never
                            did happen on the street I lived on. Back there on that street where
                            Lottie Adams live, that street was pretty bad. They'd get
                            drunk and they'd get to fighting. I don't know
                            what year it was they incorporated, but it's been a long long
                            time. Might have been in the '35s, somewhere along in there
                            they incorporated. Then the policemen would make a round, but they
                            didn't go every street. If you needed a policeman, you had to
                            call him. He would make a round, like it was Beaumont then. But it
                            wasn't no name. He'd make a round, back around by
                            the mill and back in town, up Church Street, North Main Street, rather.
                            Then they built that road on in and called it North Church.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <milestone n="7817" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="00:56:37"/>
                    <pb id="p19" n="19"/>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>What kind of crops did you grow on the farm?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>We growed corn and all of our vegetables. We didn't raise no
                            tobacco. My daddy would plant one row in the back for chewing tobacco.
                            That's all the tobacco he would plant. We'd have
                            wheat, we'd have rye. When we gathered all of our corn,
                            we'd cut them tops—now I was working in the shoe
                            factory then, Dewey was, too. Barney wasn't there, he was
                            somewhere in Roanoke. Me and him, we'd work until six
                            o'clock. We'd come home and mama would have supper
                            on the table. That's the only time my daddy would let me wear
                            a pair of overalls, would be when I was cutting tops or pulling fodder.
                            He'd let me wear a pair of Barney's overalls and
                            tie them around the ankles on account of snakes. Me and Dewey we would
                            come in at six o'clock. Well, in the fall of the year at six
                            o'clock, it's dark. We'd go out there
                            and cut tops and tie them tops and pull fodder by the moonlight until
                            eleven or twelve o'clock by a night. To take care of our
                            fodder and stuff for the cows and horses. Then we'd go pull
                            the corn. Then we'd have a corn shucking. Now,
                            that's when you'd have a good time.</p>
                        <p>They'd have a pile of corn bigger than this house.
                            They'd shuck that corn. The mothers would always cook dinner,
                            if it was dinnertime. At supper-time another neighbor would cook supper.
                            Then after the corn shucking they'd give us young people a
                            dance. That was a lot of fun. Then they'd have quilting.
                            People would gather and have quilting at different houses. It would be
                            the same way. They'd cook a big dinner, a big supper. And
                            after that was through, the eating and everything, they'd
                            pull everything back and the young people would have a little square
                            dance.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Who would play the music?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p20" n="20"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Different ones would make music. My daddy never would let no dancing
                            going on. But he never did care us having a little party, a sociable
                            party. Back then, if we both went to a dance. You had a fellow and me
                            had a fellow. Teenage girls usually have them a partner. Like you and
                            your partner and me and my partner. We went over here to this house,
                            they was going to have a little dance there. They wouldn't
                            have it at the same place every week.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <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="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Let's start when you were born.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>I was born in Coalwood, West Virginia. My daddy was a bank boss there.
                            Something like a boss in a mill here, but they called them
                            "bank boss" in the mines. We left West Virginia.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>When was it you were born?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>In 1911. The thirteenth of April. It was on Easter Sunday, snow, mama
                            said, was knee deep. As best as I can remember, I've had two
                            birthdays on Easter Sunday. They left from there then—I
                            wasn't but three months old.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Were you the oldest?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>No, my brother that lives in Florida is eighteen months older than I am.
                            My mother was married twice. Barney, he was born in West Virginia, but
                            he was born in Dixon. But I was born in Coalwood. And he's
                            eighteen months older than me. We left from there and went back to
                            Wilkes County up in the mountains. My daddy stayed there. I think he put
                            out two crops. Then he went to Schoolfield.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>When he was farming, did he buy his farm or was he renting?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>He owned a farm. Then we went to Schoolfield. I think I was around three
                            or four years old. I don't remember going to Schoolfield
                            then. <pb id="p21" n="21"/> Well then he took a notion to go back to the
                            farm. Well, he went back. I was about eight years old when we left and
                            went back to Schoolfield. Stayed there fifteen years and he worked on
                            one job fifteen years.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>What did he do?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>He run an elevator in Number Four Mill. He worked there fifteen years.
                            His health got bad. Back then, doctors was good doctors, but they really
                            didn't know then what they do now. They didn't
                            have the kind of medicine and they really didn't know what to
                            do like they do now. My daddy got sick, he had high blood and sugar
                            diabetes. He had heart dropsy. He got to the place he just
                            wasn't able to work. He wanted to go back to the mountains to
                            live and die there. So we moved back to the mountains in 1927, the
                            fourteenth of February. He lived from then until the ninth of February
                            of 1929. He died on the ninth. That's how long he lived after
                            he did quit work.</p>
                        <p>My mama had him in all the hospitals. Winston-Salem and High Point. She
                            had him in Danville before we left from there. Then she had him in Mt.
                            Airy hospital. They all told her they wouldn't operate on him
                            for nothing. Said his blood was so high that he would die. He had a
                            fatted tumor in his stomach. That tumor was so big you could see the
                            shape of it when he'd have his clothes on. He had high blood
                            and sugar and heart dropsy and then that fatted tumor. He died kind of
                            sudden on Saturday night.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>All this time, how were you getting along? He wasn't
                        working.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, see mama has been married twice and she had five children by her
                            first husband. So my daddy, he helped raise them five children. Then she
                            had three by my daddy. Barney and me and Florence, my sister that lives
                            in Greensboro. She's the baby. The baby boy by her first
                            husband, he was <pb id="p22" n="22"/> grown. He farmed. And me and him,
                            we would put a crop out. Then they had a shoe factory there in Elkin. My
                            aunt, my daddy's baby sister, would come home.
                            She'd stay down there with Jenny all week and then Dewey
                            would go get her on Saturday. She'd go home and stay and
                            Dewey would take her back Sunday night or Monday morning. One Sunday
                            night she stayed all night at our house. She told mama, she says,
                            "Let Icy go with me down there, I'll take her over
                            to the shoe factory and it will be a treat for her." It tickled
                            me to death. I wasn't but a young one, thirteen years old. I
                            wanted to go see it.</p>
                        <p>Mama says, "Well now, we got a big washing to do. If
                            she'll get back in time to help me start-that washing, she
                            can go."</p>
                        <p>I got up next morning and went with Aunt Leotta and Dewey, carried her
                            down there. She was showing me over the plant, how they cut out shoes
                            and how they sewed them. She sewed, that's what she done. She
                            showed me where they put the bottoms in the heels. She showed me where
                            they smoothed them off and polished them, ready to ship out. That just
                            tickled me to death. We started back up the steps and we run into Fred
                            Knees.</p>
                        <p>He says, "Miss Carter, who is that little girl you got with
                            you?"</p>
                        <p>She says, "That's my niece. That's my
                            brother's daughter."</p>
                        <p>He says, "Does she want a job?"</p>
                        <p>Before I could say "No," Aunt Leotta says,
                            "Yes, she wants a job." Well, it scared me to death.</p>
                        <p>I says, "No, I don't want a job either."</p>
                        <p>Aunt Leotta says, "Yes she does, too! Put her to work,
                            Fred." "Alright," he says, "You come
                            along with me, little girl." <milestone n="8015" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="01:10:21"/>
                    <milestone n="7818" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:10:22"/>I was scared to death. I
                            didn't go for no job. I just went to see it. He carried me
                            over <pb id="p23" n="23"/> there and he told me to stay with Aunt
                            Leotta. She showed me everything about it. Well, I could sew on a <note type="comment"> [unclear] </note> sewing machine, but these here was
                            electric. Anyway, I reckon it was electric, too, because you just mash a
                            pedal and the thing would just fly. He put me out by myself. He put me
                            on the leather part, he put me out making the linings. Well, I messed up
                            I don't know how many. That machine would go so fast and I
                            was scared to death, too.</p>
                        <p>Well, I didn't go home and did mama throw a fit. She told
                            Dewey, "You get in that car and you go down there after that
                            young one. She's not going to go to work."</p>
                        <p>Dewey says, "Mama, I can't. She's already
                            at work."</p>
                        <p>My daddy says, "Aw, Charity, they'll cook her.
                            She'll come home if Dewey goes down there."</p>
                        <p>Dewey says, "No, Aunt Leotta told me to tell mama to fix some
                            clothes and send Icy and we'd be home Saturday." I
                            stayed down there and stayed at Jenny's. Well, you know, I
                            loved to sew anyway. I just enjoyed that after I got the hang of it. It
                            didn't take me over a day to get the hang of the machine. So
                            then he put me out sewing the vamp of the leather onto the sides. After
                            I got on that I made a little more money. I made five dollars and a half
                            a week for five days and a half.</p>
                        <p>Saturday I went home and mama just had a fit. My daddy says,
                            "Charity, now just hush. Let that young one work if she wants
                            to. She don't have to work. If she likes it, let her work a
                            while."</p>
                        <p>Well, I went back. Aunt Leotta come back Sunday night. Instead of going
                            to Jenny's Sunday night we went to work Monday morning. We
                            would just cross that little old branch, at dinnertime, and go in
                            Jenny's house. She'd have a hot dinner on the
                            table. We'd eat dinner and go back. We'd work
                            until six <pb id="p24" n="24"/> o'clock. We'd eat
                            supper. I was really liking my job. Of course, I didn't make
                            nothing but I thought that I was rich when I got that five dollars and a
                            half. You know they didn't take nothing out of it.
                            I'd go home and I never would open—you know then
                            they would pay you in a little brown envelope about that long, and it
                            was sealed up and would tell how much was in that envelope—I
                            never opened my envelope. On Friday night—no, on Saturday. On
                            Saturday Dewey brought my daddy to the doctor down there. While my daddy
                            was in the doctor's office he come up there and got me and
                            Aunt Leotta. Well, went on home. That was my first paycheck. We got back
                            home, my daddy had to lay down and rest a little while. See, we had to
                            go nine miles from Elkin to where we lived. So mama had the dinner on
                            the table but he had to lay down and rest a while. I went in there and I
                            says, "Papa, here's my money. Look and see how much
                            I draw." He looked and he says, "I'm
                            tickled for you."</p>
                        <p>I says, "It's yours."</p>
                        <p>He says, "I don't want it. That's your
                            money."</p>
                        <p>I says, "Uh-uh. It's yours."</p>
                        <p>He says, "You take this and do with it whatever you want to do
                            with it."</p>
                        <p>I says, "No, papa. I want you to have it."</p>
                        <p>You know as long as he lived I give him my money. He go to Elkin,
                            he'd go like sometime through the week. He would surprise me
                            when I went home on Saturday. Mama didn't like it at all
                            because she was short of me helping her do all that work. I'd
                            go home on Saturday—we got paid every week. I'd
                            take my money and give it to my daddy.</p>
                        <p>He says, "I'm tired of you giving me that money. I
                            don't want it. It's your money. You take it and
                            buy what you want to. If you don't want to buy <pb id="p25" n="25"/> nothing, you save it.</p>
                        <p>I says, "No, I want you to have it."</p>
                        <p>He says, "I don't need it."</p>
                        <p>"Well, you take it."</p>
                        <p>He'd go down there. I'd come home on Saturday.
                            About once a month he'd have me the prettiest outfit you ever
                            seen. He was the best somebody to buy clothes. I know one Easter he went
                            and bought me a new dress and a new pair of shoes and he got me a hat
                            and he bought me a spring coat. First spring coat I ever remember
                            seeing. Oh, I thought it was the prettiest thing I ever seen. You know
                            right today I can't buy nothing I'm satisfied
                            with. My daddy, he could go buy things for me and it was just perfect.
                            My mama, she couldn't buy nothing that I liked. Mama would go
                            buy me things but I didn't like it. But just seemed like my
                            daddy knew exactly what to buy me. And today I can go see things that I
                            think that I like. I get home and I don't like them.
                            That's one thing I think my daddy ruint me. He ought have
                            made me start buying things. He was the best thing you ever seen. He
                            would go to town. He bought all of mama's clothes. Mama never
                            did offer to go buy her an outfit. She was like me. She would get home
                            and she was dissatisfied with it. He'd go pick out. He knowed
                            exactly what to get that would look good on her, that would look pretty
                            on her. Well, after he died. The shoe factory then went busted and I was
                            out of a job.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <milestone n="7818" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="01:19:24"/>
                    <milestone n="7819" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:19:25"/>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you like working in the factory better than working on the farm?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, yeah. But I'm getting a little too fast. In the meantime
                            me and Dewey still put the crop out. He was there by day and I would
                            help when I got home, you know.</p>
                        <pb id="p26" n="26"/>
                        <p>Well, Fred come and told me one Saturday, "You tell Dewey to
                            come in. I need a hand in the cutting room."</p>
                        <p>I says, "Goody. Goody. Goody. I get to go home every
                            night." So I told Dewey. And Dewey, he went to work. Well, we
                            had the crop planted and it was coming up. We would work.
                            We'd have to work until six o'clock.
                            We'd get home and since we eat, we'd take off to
                            the field. He would plow and I'd hoe. We worked that way and
                            raised our crop.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>What were you raising?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>We raised corn, beans, stuff like that to eat on the farm. Back then you
                            couldn't go to the store and buy vegetables. You had to raise
                            everything you'd eat through the winter. We raised wheat for
                            flour. Of course that wasn't no trouble. All you done, you
                            sowed your wheat in the fall. That's all you had to do to it
                            until you thrashed it. Then a man come around with a wheat thrasher and
                            with a crew of men and they'd thrash a big field of wheat in
                            a day. Yeah, you had to raise everything you eat. We would always raise
                            potatoes. I've often wondered why people can't do
                            that this day and time. Back then we would raise potatoes anywhere from
                            seventy-five to a hundred bushels of Irish potatoes. My daddy would have
                            Dewey there in the field take this wheat straw and put down and put a
                            shock of fodder and corn right in the middle and stand it up and pour
                            them potatoes around it and then cover them up in wheat straw and pack
                            dirt all the way around them. And we done our sweet potatoes that
                        way.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>That kept them?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah. And we done our cabbage that way. And turnips. My daddy would have
                            us pull our turnips up. They call them holing them away. And
                            we'd <pb id="p27" n="27"/> fix them. We had all of our sweet
                            potatoes and cabbages and turnips and Irish potatoes and stuff like that
                            holed away. Then mama would always can all of our beans and made her
                            jelly and canned all of her fruit. You didn't know what it
                            was to go to the store and buy something because they didn't
                            have it. All you could find in the store would be this green coffee, and
                            even then you had to parch it. You could buy sugar and salt. We had our
                            hogs. We had our chickens. We raised everything we eat, you know. They
                            take the wheat and have it ground up in flour. We'd take our
                            corn and have it ground up for corn bread. We had plenty of milk and
                            butter. What more do you need? You had everything. When the crop was
                            laid by, me and Dewey would come home and pull fodder, tie them bundles
                            of fodder by the moonlight. By the time we got home then it was dark.
                            We'd eat supper and we'd take off to the fields.
                            We maybe have ten or fifteen acres in corn. We'd pull all
                            that fodder and go back and cut all them tops and tie them. Shuck them,
                            and stack them up. Then we'd go back and pull our corn. We
                            done that by the moonlight. Then they'd have a big corn
                            shucking. People would come in and help shuck your corn and throw it in
                            the crib. Maybe the next neighbor would have his ready and
                            we'd all go to his house. That's the way they done
                            until everybody got their corn shucked. And put away in the smoke house.
                            Then on Saturday evening me and Dewey would cut wood to last all the
                            woolen week, to burn in the fireplace and cook with, too.
                            We'd stay there all evening until late at night sawing wood
                            and packing it up to do all the week. That was our Saturday
                            evening's work.</p>
                        <milestone n="7819" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="01:25:45"/>
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                        <p>Then the shoe factory shut down. My daddy he died the ninth of February,
                            1929. So, Fred come up there. He told mama, he says—he went
                            to the wool <pb id="p28" n="28"/> mill, he was overseer
                            there—"I can put Icy to work. She'll make
                            good money in that woolen mill. I can put her in there
                            inspecting."</p>
                        <p>Mama says, "Well, will you give Barney and Dewey a
                            job." Well, Barney and Dewey had a job down there and I
                            don't know what happened. Well, I do too. I think they got
                            sleepy. Went out there and crawled down in a car and went to sleep and
                            left the machine running. They fired them.</p>
                        <p>He says, "No, I can't give them no job. Now you got
                            your home here. You got your living made at home. Let Icy go to work in
                            the woolen mill. I've even got her a ride so she can come
                            home. To go every morning and come home every night."</p>
                        <p>Mama says, "No, if you can't give Dewey and Barney a
                            job I ain't going to let her go to work."</p>
                        <p>I just begged mama to let me. We had a home there and had everything. My
                            daddy had three great big hogs killed. We had over fifteen hundred
                            pounds of meat hanging in the smokehouse. No, mama wouldn't
                            do it. So we went to Linksburg.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you sell the farm?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>No we kept our farm. Mama's twin sister lived at Linksburg.
                            She wrote her and told her to have Uncle Hugh see if he could get us a
                            job. He wrote back and said, "Yeah, they said they'd
                            give us all a job." In the meantime Dewey and Barney both had
                            married. So we took off then to Linksburg, where Rosetta worked a while.
                            But she didn't get to work but three months because she was
                            pregnant with her first. That was Dewey's wife. So Mary,
                            Barney's wife had a little baby. He wasn't quite
                            nine months old. He was born the fourth of December, 1928. <milestone n="8016" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="01:29:26"/>
                        <milestone n="7820" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:29:27"/>My Daddy
                            died in February. Then we moved to Linksburg on my birthday the 13th of
                            April. That's how old Gilbert was.</p>
                        <pb id="p29" n="29"/>
                        <p>So Mary, she didn't try to go to work. Me and Dewey and Barney
                            and Rosetta worked—she worked about three months and then she
                            had to quit. At first she didn't know that she was that way
                            when she got her job. We worked there then until August. They closed the
                            mill down for two weeks. They'd work a week, then stand two
                            weeks. You know, back then you didn't draw no unemployment.
                            So the two weeks that the mill stood, Mama told Dewey and Barney,
                            "We can't live here like that. You don't
                            know, the thing may shut down for good. We're going to go
                            hunt us a job, hunt you all a job." So we got in my
                            daddy's old T-Model. The whole two weeks that the mill stood
                            there, we was on the road hunting jobs. We went everywhere. Back then it
                            was in the Depression was starting. Mills was closing down. So you just
                            couldn't get a job. Every freight train that you seen pass
                            was loaded down with people going from town to town, hobo-ing.</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">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>We tried there, and Mama said, "Being we're this
                            close, let's just go on to Durham and see Don." That
                            was Mama's oldest boy by her first. Him and his wife lived
                            out on the Raleigh road. I don't know what they call it now.
                            And they had built a home there. So we went down there and spent the
                            night. And Mama was talking to Don and said, "We've
                            been everywhere, and they can't find a job.
                            They've still got their job in Linksburg, but they work a
                            week and stand two weeks." And Don says, "Well, I
                            might could get them on there at the Golden Belt." That was a
                            hosiery mill. "Next week I'll see what I can do.
                            Mama, while you're this close, don't go home
                            tomorrow." That was Sunday. Says, "Don't
                                <pb id="p30" n="30"/> go home Sunday. Go up to Burlington. Somebody
                            told me that they was hiring help. They're starting tearing
                            out the cotton and putting in rayon. You might get on up
                            there." And Mama says, "Well, we ain't
                            tried there. We have to go back that way anyway to go back to
                            Linksburg." You see, we had to go through Haw River and
                            Danville and then to Linksburg. And so we come. Back then, they
                            didn't have no fence. There was a little old bitty mill; it
                            was a little old wooden mill, two rooms, and they had everything in it.
                            What they had, they had a few frames of spinning, and they had two
                            slashers, and then they had I forget how many dobber-headed looms. It
                            wasn't many. And then they had spooling, and they had
                            spinning. It was all in that little two-room building. It's
                            up there now where they got the…. Of course, they built on to
                            it and made it much bigger. They made a warehouse out of it. And then
                            they built on to it and made it bigger. And so we drove up, and Dewey
                            and Barney got out. You know, anybody could go in, any time day or night
                            that they wanted to. There was a little old bitty machine shop; it
                            wasn't as big as this porch. I can just see that little old
                            shop now. And they didn't have but two hands a-working in it.
                            And so Barney asked that man, "Can you tell us how to find Mr.
                            Copland?" And he says, "Yeah, he's right
                            down younder on that first…. There ain't but two
                            slashers. You can't miss him. One of them's broke
                            down, and he's down there helping us get that slasher
                            going." They went down there, and he had his sleeves rolled up,
                            and he was greasy as a hog from his elbows on down. And he seen Barney
                            and Dewey, and he just had a fit. He says, "Well, where in the
                            world is your mama and my little girl?" My daddy worked for him
                            there in Schoolfield, and he'd come every Sunday evening and
                            spend the evening with <pb id="p31" n="31"/> my daddy after he got to
                            the place he couldn't work. He thought the world of my daddy.
                            And Dewey says, "They're out there in the
                            car." And boy, here he come. He grabbed up a piece of old
                            cloth, and here's the way he was coming, just like this,
                            a-wiping it off. He come out there, and he was just tickled to death.
                            And he told Mama, he says, "Well, I promised, the last time I
                            seen Mr. Norman—I take it that he's
                            gone." And Mama says, "Yes." And he says,
                            "I promised Mr. Norman that if you ever needed any help and I
                            could give you all a job, that I wanted you to come to me. I reckon
                            that's why you all have come, ain't you?"
                            And Mama says, "Yes, we've been everywhere hunting a
                            job." And he says, "Well, you don't have to
                            hunt no farther. You've got a job. I can put Dewey and Barney
                            to work tomorrow, but I can't put my little girl to work
                            under three or four weeks. I can put Barney and Dewey to work tomorrow.
                            We're tearing the cotton out and putting in all
                            rayon."</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>What year was this?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>1929. And so Mama says, "No, if you can't put Icy to
                            work, we'll not come."</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Your mother was a hard bargainer. <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>And so he says, "They can go to work tomorrow. I need
                            them." And she says, "No, if you ain't got
                            nothing for Icy to do, we'll come back when you can give her
                            a job." And he says, "Well, you come back, and
                            don't make it over three or four weeks." You see,
                            Barney and Dewey knowed everything in the mill. They could do anything:
                            they could spin; they could doff; they could fix; they could do
                            anything. And me, I was helpless; I didn't know nothing.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>What had you done in the woolen mill?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p32" n="32"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>I didn't do anything in the woolen mill. I filled batteries in
                            the Linksburg Cotton Mill. That was in the weave room, filling
                            batteries. I knowed how to do that, but see, they didn't have
                            nobody doing that here. And so we come back, and he told Mama that he
                            was ready for me to go to work. And he says, "When can you
                            move?" Mama says, "Well, if you'll give Icy
                            a job, we can move any time." And so he called up a moving van,
                            but before he called them Mama says, "Have you got a house
                            empty?" And he says, "No, not right now, but
                            I'll have you one empty in a week or two weeks, a five-room
                            house. I know Mr. Andrews up here in the Post Office. He just finished
                            building a new house. Go up there and see him." Went up there,
                            and Mr. Andrews said no, he hadn't rented it, and so he give
                            Mr. Copland the keys and we went up there and looked at it. Oh, it was
                            the prettiest little house; it was a little rock house. That was the
                            prettiest thing, and I was tickled to death over that. Oh, it was so
                            pretty. And so we went back by the Post Office, and Mama paid him the
                            rent. And so Mr. Copland asked Mr. Andrews, "Can I use your
                            telephone to call the transfer?" And he says,
                            "Yes." And so he called a transfer, and the transfer
                            says, "I'll be there in a half hour." And
                            Mama told Barney, "You take Rosetta, Mary, and the
                            baby"—that was Barney's little
                            baby—"and Icy back to Don's, and me and
                            Dewey will go with the transfer, and we'll be back tomorrow
                            evening." We went back, and it just tickled Don to death. But I
                            still thought…. I was so green, I didn't ask Mr.
                            Copland would I make any money. And come to find out, anybody that
                            didn't know nothing had to go in and learn the job, and if
                            you learnt the job and they was satisfied with you, they'd
                            give you a job. Well, Mama and the transfer come in. We left
                            Don's and <pb id="p33" n="33"/> come on back, and the A and P
                            store was there where the old Duke light place where you'd
                            pay your light bill, where they tore down, do you remember it? They tore
                            it down the other week. Then it was an A and P store there. We stopped
                            there, and my mama told Barney, "You stop and get some
                            coffee." She told us to stop and get some coffee and get some
                            flour and some milk. And we stopped there at that A and P store and got
                            it, and we went on up there. We had the key to the house. We went on in
                            and took our suitcases in. All at once, Gilbert started screaming and
                            a-crying. We couldn't get him to shut up, and instead of
                            getting sweet milk Barney got buttermilk. And Gilbert was on the bottle.
                                <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> It was right funny. You
                            laugh at it now, but Lord, it just worried me to death. That
                            young'un screamed. And there was two big old pear trees out
                            there. Well, there we was. We didn't have a bite to eat, no
                            way to cook nothing, and so we set there. And so Mary says,
                            "I'm going out there and get me one of them pears.
                            I'm about to starve." So we went out there and got
                            us some of them pears and eat them pears. And poor little Gilbert.
                            We'd carry that baby and we would give him water, and
                            we'd try to give him that buttermilk, and that give him the
                            colic. And we had a time. And so there was a big old house right across
                            on the same side, and that woman come over there and says,
                            "What's the matter with that baby?" And
                            Mary says, "He's hungry, and Barney got buttermilk
                            instead of sweet milk, and he's wanting his bottle."
                            She says, "You come on home with me." It was Mrs.
                            Jones. "Bring his bottles, and I'll fill his bottles
                            up with milk, and we'll fix that little feller something to
                            eat. I kept hearing that baby a-crying, and I couldn't figure
                            where that baby was at. Then I seen one of you all with him, a-carrying
                                <pb id="p34" n="34"/> him." And so we went over there, and
                            [she] says, "Have you all had anything to eat?" And I
                            was bashful. I never opened my mouth. And Mary says, "No, we
                            ain't eat nothing since we left Uncle Don's house
                            in Durham." And she says, "Well, we'll fix
                            that. We'll fix you all something to eat." And oh,
                            she was the nicest somebody and a sweet woman, but I was bashful. And I
                            was starved to death. I was bashful, but I wouldn't eat but
                            just a bite or two. Oh, Lord have mercy, I could eat a whole cow, if it
                            had been. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> But I was bashful.
                            And so she fixed six bottles for Gilbert. They always kept six
                            sterilized bottles ahead. And so Gilbert was happy as a coon when he
                            got, and the little old feller, he took that bottle and he sucked that
                            bottle, and he went to sleep. We fixed him in the car. And it was hot,
                            and Barney run the car up under that pear tree under the shade. We
                            opened the car doors. The little old feller, he just died. Well, it went
                            on, and poor old Mama and them, they didn't get there, it was
                            nine o'clock that night. Back then you didn't have
                            no electricity; you had to use lamps. We didn't have no
                            light. Mama and the truck and Dewey come in. Gilbert woke screaming
                            again, wanting his bottle. The little feller was just hungry. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> And Mary stuck one of them
                            bottles in his mouth; we didn't have no way to warm it. Mary
                            says, "I'm not going back over to that lady and ask
                            her to heat that milk for me. He can suck that or do without."
                            And so he took it. And so nine o'clock Mama and them come in.
                            Well, we was all getting hungry again. They unloaded the furniture, and
                            we put the beds up and fixed our beds where we'd have
                            something to sleep on. Mama brought some kerosene oil with her. We lit
                            the old oil stove, and Mama says, "I don't know
                            where none of that <pb id="p35" n="35"/> stuff is. They packed that
                            stuff." And we rambled around in a box, and we found a ham. We
                            was already eating on the shoulder. Mama wasn't going to let
                            us cut our ham until we eat all of our shoulders up. And
                            that's what we was hunting for. We'd got down to
                            the good lean meat on that shoulder. Oh, it was so good. And I just
                            couldn't wait to get a piece of it. I was so hungry. I
                            didn't eat but a bite or two, because I was bashful. And so
                            Dewey says, "Mama, here's a ham. I can't
                            find that shoulder we was eating on." Mama says, "I
                            don't care. Cut it. I'm getting weak."
                                <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> So he got the lamp lit, and
                            he cut. He just went right down the heart of that ham, and he sliced it.
                            And Mama and Mary and Rosetta all was in there, and we had on two frying
                            pans full. And we fried a platter that long and that high of that ham.
                            And Mama went and fried some eggs. We had a big old pan. It was that
                            wide and that square—it just fit in the bakery of the
                            stove—she made that thing full of biscuits. Made some hot
                            coffee. We set down there, and we ate every bite of that platter of ham.
                            And she made a big bowl of milk gravy. And boy, was that good. That was
                            the best stuff. And we sat there and we ate. There was Rosetta and there
                            was Dewey and there was Barney and there was Mary and there was me and
                            there was Mama and there was Florence. That was seven of us, and it
                            didn't take long for that platter of ham to get gone. And it
                            didn't take long for that bowl of cream gravy to get gone. We
                            ate that big old square pan of biscuits. And I have never in my life
                            eaten no ham that I thought was as good. My daddy could really fix meat.
                            Oh, Lord, I wish I could get some like that now, but you
                            can't. But don't nobody know how he fixed his, but
                            he could fix meat.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <milestone n="7820" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="01:50:49"/>
                    <milestone n="8017" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="01:50:50"/>
                    <pb id="p36" n="36"/>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you know how he did it?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, me and Mama would fix it like Papa. We had hogs after we come here,
                            too, and a cow. We didn't have no cow in Linksburg, but we
                            bought us a cow when we come here. <milestone n="8017" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="01:51:08"/>
                    <milestone n="7821" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:51:09"/>Me and Barney and Dewey went to
                            work Monday morning. That was the twentieth day of September, 1929.
                            Barney and Dewey went to making money right off. They carried me over
                            there to Dewey McBride. He was weighing up yarn. He told Dewey,
                            "I want you to fix a place for this little girl.
                            She's going to learn to wind. Give her two spools of thread
                            and show her how to tie the weaver's knot." If I had
                            knowed that I had to have done that…. You see, Mama was a
                            weaver. If I had knowed I had to work through all that rigmarole
                            learning to tie that knot, my mama could have showed me and I could
                            already know. I sat over on that old box all day long tying old
                            weaver's knot. I thought, I'll never make it. Jim
                            Copland come by and Old Man Smith, they come by and they set down there.
                            Jim says, "How's my little girl doing?" I
                            says, "Mr. Copland, I ain't doing. I
                            can't tie that knot." And he set there and watched
                            me. The more they watched me, the scareder I got. I never could do
                            nothing with nobody looking right at me. Can you?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>No.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>So he had showed me how to tie it. And I sat on that old box two days.
                            When I started home, Dewey MacBride give me two spools of thread with
                            just a little bit of rayon on it. Says, "You take this home,
                            and you practice this tonight." And I said, "Well,
                            I'll take it, but I'll never tie that knot. Why
                            can't you just tie a knot like this?" He says,
                            "You can't do that, Icy. It's got to be a
                            weaver's knot. It <pb id="p37" n="37"/> can't be
                            no chickenhead knot." Well, I went home and I set down there
                            and I started after supper. I told Mama, "Mama, I've
                            had to do this all day long. I can't tie it." Well,
                            Mama showed me how to tie it. You know, you're supposed to
                            tie a weaver's knot on that middle finger and the thumb, and
                            hold it with this finger. I couldn't do that. Mama would show
                            me. She could just shut her eyes and just tie them just as fast.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">MARY MURPHY:</speaker>
                        <p>Where had your mother worked?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">ICY NORMAN:</speaker>
                        <p>My mother worked in the woolen mill after her first husband died. She
                            rolled the sample blankets there at the woolen mill. She was the one
                            that made the samples that the salesmen took out on the road. She set
                            there and she showed me. I said, "Well, that's the
                            way they said I had to do it at the mill, but it won't do for
                            me." So I kept messing. Next day, on the old box I sat. Well, I
                            sat there. The more I studied about that thing, the more I hated that.
                            Oh, I hated that mill. Ooh, how I hated it: And I thought,
                            "Well, if this is all they got for me to do, I don't
                            want it." I went home and I was crying. Mama says,
                            "What are you crying about?" I says, "Because
                            I can't tie that old knot." And she says,
                            "I've told you how to tie it, and I've
                            showed you how to tie it. That's the only way you can tie a
                            weaver's knot." I said, "Mama,
                            there's a way you can tie that knot. I don't care
                            what they say. There's a way that I can tie that knot and
                            it's a weaver's knot, and it's all the
                            same thing." She said, "No, you've got to
                            tie it and make your loop around it, take this finger and hold it, and
                            bring it through." I set down there. She said, "I want
                            you to hush up that crying." I says, "Mama, I wisht I
                            was back in Linksburg. I hate it up there." I says, "I
                            wish I was either in the <pb id="p38" n="38"/> mill there or back up
                            there at Craddock and Terry's Shoe Factory." I went
                            to work there in Craddock and Terry's Shoe Factory in
                            Linksburg, and I made pretty good there. But Mama, because the cotton
                            mill was running slack…. You see, in the meantime, when we
                            wasn't hunting a job, Dooley Carter had let me work up there
                            in the shoe factory. Dooley was a fixer in the shoe factory there at
                            Elkin, and he let me work when we wasn't on the road hunting
                            a job. I had a good opportunity, but Mama wouldn't let me
                            take it on account of Barney and Dewey. No, mnm-mm. So she says,
                            "Sometimes I think we might have made a mistake. But things are
                            going to work out. It's got to get better." And Mama
                            was a good Christian woman, and she says, "You just forget
                            about it. I have prayed about it, and I've left it in the
                            Lord's hands. And the Lord ain't going to make no
                            mistakes, and the Lord is going to look after us. We might not have the
                            best; we're not promised nothing but bread and water. You
                            read the Bible; it says the Lord promised us bread and water. All the
                            finery and all the fine eating…. The Lord just promised us
                            bread and water. And I'm looking to Him. I don't
                            have no doubts." I couldn't figure it out, and I
                            just cried and I just cried. Well, I went ahead, and you know, one day
                            there on that box, I was doing my best to do like the bossman told me,
                            and that thing would slide out with me every time. So all at once
                            something come to me just like it spoke: Tie it on your forefinger. And
                            I looked down at that forefinger, and I fixed that thread just like I
                            fixed it on you. I put it on there; instead of taking this finger and
                            holding that down like that, I took <hi rend="i">this</hi> finger and
                            held it down. And you know one thing? I'd tie them <pb id="p39" n="39"/> things as fast as you could wink an eye. And there
                            come Jim Copland and Old Man Smith. And I thought, "Lord, I
                            better not let them see me do that." Well, I went back. Oh,
                            Lordy. I hated it; I hated it so bad. Jim Copland says, "Well,