We came to Cary in ['59] and I had just finished my sixth
grade year at Apex Consolidated High School, that is what it was called
at the time. We lived in Green Level, which is right across the street
from [Highway] 55. I go there now and I can't believe
it's the same place. When I grew up it was farm and now it is
subdivisions. So when we moved to Cary I entered the seventh grade. But
coming to Cary was like going to the big city, as far as I was
concerned, because here you have this little farm girl who is moving to
a new house.
My dad told us we had a bathroom in that house. Well, I could not believe
that because I was accustomed to outhouses. To think of a bathroom
inside of the house, to me, an outhouse inside the house, I thought this
house is going to smell so bad. So he actually had to take me to the
house to show me how the bathroom actually worked so that you would not
have any fumes in there at all. I thought, this is just amazing. We
lived on a red dirt road. Evans Road at that time was just red dirt and
it was a dead-end road. My Dad said he borrowed ten dollars from
somebody, and I don't remember who, in order to buy the land
to build a house on and he and my two brothers, James and Ernest, helped
him build a house by hand, so they built it themselves. It was just a
simple five-room cinderblock house but it was beautiful to me. It was a
mansion.
We went to school in, at that time it was called East Cary. Now it is
called Kingswood. I started school at seventh grade there. I actually
have two sisters who were actually born in Cary
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they are true Cary-ites, not a transplant. But we consider ourselves
Cary-ites also because we just came from right across the street to
Evans Road. After my Dad bought the land there on Evans Road, his
brothers followed. So I have a sister who lives next door to my parents.
I have a brother who lives behind my parents. My Dad's
brother lives next door to him. His son lives next door to him across
the street from Dynasty. Then my Dad's older brother lives
across Evans Road down on Rochelle Lane. So the family just followed
him.
We had a wonderful life in Cary. I was insulated from all of the
segregation and that that goes with it. Our Cary Elementary days were
just delightful days. Mr. E.F. Rayford was my Principal there. He used
to teach us how to write correctly. I remember him saying, "You
use your entire arm to write, not just your hand." He had a
beautiful handwriting. He wrote with such a flair. We all would just be
mesmerized by watching him with his handwriting. Mr. Davis was my eighth
grade teacher and Mr. Roseboro was my seventh grade teacher there. I
still remember the white building across from the main building where
the cafeteria was housed. We had some classes in that building. It was
just a white plank building with the wood floor, but we had some
delightful times in both of those buildings. I remember the maypole, we
used to wrap the maypole. Those were beautiful days, I remember that.
But I don't want to just go on and on about that.
From Cary Elementary I went to Berry O'Kelley High School,
still living on Evans Road. At that time because of segregation and the
two races didn't go to school together, so the black kids
would then catch the bus to Cary Elementary, the now Kingswood, and ride
the bus from there to Method. Berry O'Kelley was housed right
across the street from the fairgrounds, right off of Beryl Road, Method
Road. That's where we went to high school. There Mrs. Carter
was my English teacher that I just admired and wanted to emulate a
little later on, when I went to college.
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When we first moved to Cary my Dad said, "I don't
want you to feel like you're living in a city, so
you're going to still have to work on the farm. He no longer
worked on the farm, and he was a tenant farmer. He no longer worked on a
farm, he then had started working at Southern Builders driving trucks.
Then a little later on, as he was working at Southern Builders he
learned how to build cabinets and he then became a cabinetmaker. Then he
owned his own shop, and it was Farrar's Cabinetworks. He used
to have an office, one was in the back of the house and then the other
shop was up on Chatham Street in Cary. So we've come a long
way, coming from nothing going to something. Because of his drive I
inherited that drive. There's just something that he wants to
do and by golly he's going to do it.
He was such a patriarch because he completely insulated his kids from all
the horrors of segregation. I remember seeing the colored-only signs and
the white-only signs, but it meant nothing to me because we
didn't have to hear all of the remarks, didn't
have to hear all of that. You just naturally needed to go to the
"for colored only" water fountain. We missed a lot of
the derogatory remarks from whites during segregation because Daddy
would take us shopping on Pettigrew Street in Durham which was black
businesses only. So we would go there to do our shopping, or we would go
for our recreation we would come to Chavis Park in Raleigh. So that was
the big times for us. You would get all the kids, and we called
ourselves "Farrar's Army." Get all the kids
in the car and you come down to Chavis Park for your recreation and that
was black-owned too, so you see, we stayed in our own little world. So
you were insulated from all of the other outside derogatory remarks. He
and my Mom made sure of that.