Yes. Anybody could do it. You know, like, well, the tobacco industry was
blooming in that day. And they needed—without those bands they couldn't
house the tobacco. And the tobacco that they raised—like this year, they
might not use it for ten years. They have to store it. And they had to
have those hoop-type things to fasten the barrel. And some of the men
did it, too. That was the only way they could make money. And it was
hard work. And they had almost primitive tools. You know, an axe, a
mole, and these little knives that they made. And they used to sit on
the benches and they'd just have shavings and shavings. And then they
would even save the shavings and they'd put them in baskets and they'd
sell them to the butcher shop, butcher man. And this is how they
improvised.
And I think about how we are today and I kind of hate the government for
intervening for people because back then people didn't have nothing, but
we made it. And that's why I praise this neighborhood because thanks to
Uncle Sam and my way of living my life, I've been a lot of places. But
when I really looked at how things are or how things were, this was a
beautiful place to live. And I guess the most things that we had was the
love of the community.
We had a little white church down there, which is one of the biggest
churches in Durham now. But that church served as—I don't know. It was
something sacred to the community. The church was where we went to—for
help when people got real down and couldn't make it. They had a lot of
children. They'd stick [unclear] with the
church. You look to the church for what the government tried to do and
they made it work.
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I used to think grown people were too nosey because they would watch you
like a hawk in this neighborhood. And if you got out of line, like,
disrespect, curse, or something like that, somebody's was going to tell
your people. I think it was for the best. There wasn't anybody in
competition with anybody like I see today. I think it was two
automobiles on the street, three. And people weren't jealous or trying
to outdo. I don't think at that time, we didn't have but about maybe two
homeowners on this street that owned their home. And people weren't, you
know, like today everybody's trying to build a big house, have the most
cars. It wasn't like that. Even the people that we thought were well
off, we looked up to them because they owned their house and they had
bathtubs in their house, which was unheard of. They had electric lights.
We had lamps and oil. We kind of looked up to those people. But they
were lucky to have—but I've learnt since then that in some of the world
they living worse than we were.
And it's one thing about this house—and somebody said—I heard somebody
say something about my mother—my brother-in-law said he heard somebody
say something about my mother on the radio. My mother helped a lot of
people, people who couldn't make it: wayward women. People used to call
my mother crazy. "You've got those people coming to your house. You
don't even know who they are." And "Where did they come from?"
I remember a kid coming by one time.
[unclear]
He wanted to go to college. And I don't know how he found his
way over here. But he wound up at our door. I don't think he could pay
tuition or something or he couldn't stay on the campus or something. My
mother let him stay here. She used to give him a little money. It wasn't
much, twenty-five, thirty cents, but back then I guess that was
something. But he stayed here
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year. He was from Ohio. My mama didn't know him from Adam's house cat.
But he finished Central. And as long as my mother lived he sent her
gifts on her birthday, Mother's day.
And now one kid, he used to be a busy-body in the community. Like a
wayward woman. My mama helped so many of them, brought them in the
house. My daddy said, "You [unclear] ." My
mama said, "I'm going to help clean them up and make them get jobs." And
my mama just was an angel. Of course they had a lot of them over here in
other ways.
And dividing stuff. That was real important. You didn't have to ask for
something. We ate a whole lot of beans and greens. Stuff like chicken or
maybe stew beef or roast. But chicken, we got that on the weekends. That
was Sunday dinner. But sometime, for whatever reason, we might have
something like that through the week. And as long as I can remember, my
daddy insisted at supper meal that everybody had to be at the table. We
used to have a big long dining room with a big long table in there. We'd
all get around the table about five o'clock in the evening. My mother
would be in here [unclear] in this
kitchen, smelling good. My mama always cooked something sweet because my
daddy said you didn't have a meal if you didn't have something sweet. So
my mother used to cook all those beans and greens and neck bones and pig
tails and pig ears but she always made some kind of pie or cake or
something because my daddy demanded that.
We'd come in, and my mama would be cooking and I'd say, "When are you
going to—how long's it going to be?" She just said, "Run on boy, I'll
call you in here." And
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[unclear] . She'd been in here fixing a
plate, making the meat on the plate and so forth. I said, "What time are
we going to eat?" She said, "Soon as you daddy gets here." "Daddy's
here. He's outside." "Well, you set the table." She's still fixing the
plate. "So who's that plate for?" She'd wrap it up.
We didn't have wax paper or tin foil. We used to keep all of the laundry
paper. It was brown paper. The laundry paper, paper that came from a
store. They used to do a lot of wrapping in that white paper. Mama used
to keep all of that. That's what she wrapped this plate in.
She said, "Carry that down to Mrs. Numar." Mrs. Numar didn't ask for it.
Mrs. Numar's cooking her own supper. [Laughter]
But she wanted her to have some of—she had some pork chops on
Wednesday. She wanted Mrs. Numar to have some of hers. And that's what
people did around here.
We had fistfights. Of course, over here we were more sports orientated.
Right up the street here we had some prominent family. Everybody in that
family went to college and graduated. It was about—let's see: Tom,
James, Jessie and Libby, Joe, Clara. And, I guess, about eight of them,
every one of them finished college. And do you know they were some of
the raggediest kids in the neighborhood.