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Showing posts with label storyteller. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 15, 2024

If this isn't true, at least it's good reading!

 William Branch




"Yahsur, I was a slave. I was bo'n May 13, 1850, on the place of Lawyer Woodson in Lunenburg County, Virginia. It was 'bout 75 miles southwest of Richmond. They was two big plantations, one on one side the road, yother the yother. My marster owned 75 slaves. He raised tobacco and cotton. I wukked tobacco sometime, sometime cotton. Dere wasn't no whippin' or switchin'. We had to wuk hard. Marster Woodson was a rich man. He live in a great big house, a lumber house painted white. And it had a great big garden.
"De slaves lives in a long string of log houses. Dey had dirt floors and shingle roofs. Marster Woodson's house was shingle roof too. We had home cured bacon and veg'tables, dried co'n, string beans and dey give us hoe cakes baked in hot ashes. Dere always was lots of fresh milk.
"How'd us slaves git de clothes? We carded de cotton, den de women spin it on a spinnin' wheel. After dat day sew de gahment togeddah on a sewin' machine. Yahsur, we's got sewin' machine, wid a big wheel and a handle. One woman tu'n de handle and de yuther woman do de sewin'.
"Dat's how we git de clothes for de 75 slaves. Marster's clothes? We makes dem for de whole fam'ly. De missis send de pattren and de slaves makes de clothes. Over nigh Richmond a fren' of Marster Woodson has 300 slaves. Dey makes all de clothes for dem.
"I was with Marster twel de Yankees come down to Virginia in 1861. De sergeant of de Yankees takes me up on his hoss and I goes to Washington wid de Yankees. I got to stay dere 'cause I'd run away from my marster.
"I stay at de house of Marse Frank Cayler. He's an ole time hack driver. I was his houseboy. I stay dere twel de year 1870, den I goes to Baltimore and jines de United States Army. We's sent to Texas 'count of de Indians bein' so bad. Dey put us on a boat at Baltimore and we landed at Galveston.
"Den we marches from Galveston to Fort Duncan. It was up, up, de whole time. We ties our bedclothes and rolls dem in a bundle wid a strap. We walks wid our guns and bedclothes on our backs, and de wagons wid de rations follows us. Dey is pulled by mules. We goes 15 miles ev'ry day. We got no tents, night come, we unrolls de blankets and sleeps under de trees, sometime under de brush.
"For rations we got canned beans, milk and hardtack. De hard tacks is 3 or 4 in a box, we wets 'em in water and cooks 'em in a skillet. We gits meat purty often. When we camps for de night de captain say, 'You'all kin go huntin'.' Before we git to de mountains dere's deer and rabbits and dey ain't no fences. Often in de dark we sees a big animal and we shoots. When we bring 'im to camp, de captain say, 'Iffen de cow got iron burns de rancher gwineter shoot hisself a nigger scout.' But de cow ain't got no iron, it'swhat de name of de cow what ain't feel de iron? Mavrick, yahsur. We eats lots of dem Mavricks. We's goin' 'long de river bottom, and before we comes to Fort Duncan we sees de cactus and muskeet. Dere ain't much cattle, but one colored scout shoots hisself a bear. Den we eats high. Fort Duncan were made of slab lumber and de roof was gravel and grass.
"Den we's ordered to Fort Davis and we's in de mountains now. Climb, climb all day, and de Indians give us a fit ev'ry day. We kills some Indians, dey kills a few soldiers. We was at Fort Clark a while. At Fort Davis I jines de colored Indian Scouts, I was in Capt. George L. Andrew's Co. K.
"We's told de northern Cheyennes is on a rampus and we's goin' to Fort Sill in Indian Territory. Before we gits to Fort Concho (San Angelo) de Comanches and de Apaches give us a fit. We fitten' 'em all de time and when we gits away from de Comanches and Apaches we fitten de Cheyennes. Dey's seven feet tall. Dey couldn't come through that door.
"When we gits to Fort Sill, Gen. Davidson say de Cheyennes is off de reservation, and he say, 'You boys is got to git dem back. Iffen you kill 'em, dey can't git back to de reservation.' Den we goes scoutin' for de Cheyennes and dey is scoutin' for us. Dey gits us first, on de Wichita River was 500 of 'em, and we got 75 colored Indian Scouts. Den Red Foot, de Chief of de Cheyennes, he come to see Capt. Lawson and say he want rations for his Indians. De captain say he cain't give no rations to Indians off de reservation. Red Foot say he don't care 'bout no reservation and he say he take what we got. Capt. Lawson 'low we gotter git reinforcements. We got a guide in de scout troop, he call hisself Jack Kilmartin. De captain say, 'Jack, I'se in trouble, how kin I git a dispatch to Gen. Davidson?' Jack say, 'I kin git it through.' And Jack, he crawl on his belly and through de brush and he lead a pony, and when he gits clear he rides de pony bareback twel he git to Fort Sill. Den Gen. Davidson, he soun' de gin'ral alarm and he send two companies of cavalry to reinforce us. But de Cheyennes give 'em a fit all de way, dey's gotter cut dere way through de Cheyennes.
"And Col. Shafter comes up, and goes out in de hills in his shirt sleeves jus' like you's sittin' dere. Dey's snow on de groun' and de wind's cole, but de colonel don't care, and he say, 'Whut's dis order Gen. Davidson give? Don' kill de Cheyennes? You kill 'em all from de cradle to de Cross.'
"And den we starts de attack. De Cheyennes got Winchesters and rifles and repeaters from de government. Yahsur, de government give 'em de guns dey used to shoot us. We got de ole fashion muzzle loaders. You puts one ball in de muzzle and shove de powder down wid de ramrod. Den we went in and fit 'em, and 'twas like fightin' a wasp's nest. Dey kills a lot of our boys and we nearly wipes 'em out. Den we disarms de Cheyennes we captures, and turns dere guns in to de regiment.
"I come to San Antonio after I'se mustered out and goes to work for de Bell Jewelry Company and stays dere twel I cain't work no more. Did I like de army? Yahsur, I'd ruthuh be in de army dan a plantation slave."
Source:
Facebook Evita Ellis 

Sunday, March 10, 2024

Life and laughs

 The laughs were a result of my level of anxiety which prompted me to take on "The Old Story Teller" modality!


Once upon a time...
Not so very long ago...
An old woman sat for an hour playing solitaire in the waiting room...


Then she was fetched by...
twin ladies in pink, who each had long blond hair (not really twins but working together)
to go through the long labyrinth to sit
 and wait a bit longer in the chair that swallows one back into submissiveness...

And there she met the black clad dentist of three eyes (no photos please!)
Dr. B...heimer! of the many laughs!

and then she was tilted back with her mouth wide open

then the "a little pinch perhaps"...which curled my toes...
and another "this won't hurt as much" she said (was that a cackle in her tone?

still mouth wide open 
for a long long long time...

Grind away the decay, while she cheerfully bantered with the twins
Sorry Amanda and Tony. the observer, you were very helpful, but really- Pink gowns!

a little suction please?

I closed my eyes at the beginning and tried to go to a beach
where I lay in the sun by the waves,
but then...
mouth still open, 

and more grinding (this is polishing)

My jaws kept popping out of alinement after being held open for over 40 minutes.
I stopped everything and massaged them.

The finally it was over, and they laughed and applauded my story.
Not the end.

I checked out at 4:30 from my 2:15 appointment. And I heard Dr. B. say she had another patient still waiting. 

I did warn them (when they appreciated my "voice of the old woman") that I would be happy to publish this story on my blog...after they encouraged me to do so! Unfortunately you don't know the tone, but it's like trying to tell the story of "It was a dark and scary night...." Plus lots of waving of hands. That all happened when they weren't working on my teeth!


Out the window I saw this courtyard with a pretty scene painted on one wall.
And look what my dental assistant Amanda, had on her window sill? Sort of dragons/alligators. But we didn't have any opportunity to discuss them.



The parking lot had this wonderful old tree, barely hanging on to the brink above yet another parking area. But hey, look at those yellow spots!

Yes, Forsythia is in bloom in Asheville. NC.

Incidentally the clinic I go to for dental care has low cost procedures based on your income. They can don most things. But I did have to go to an outside dentist to have my bridge built. Fortunately I also have some dental insurance through Medicare!

Oh, the evening meal was delicious to the side of my tongue which could taste. Unfortunately my numb cheek was the victim of some of my chewing, so it got really sore! So the next day I was on semi-liquids...no salad for me for that day!




Today's quote:
If we had paid no more attention to our plants than we have to our children, we would now be living in a jungle of weeds. -Luther Burbank, horticulturist (1849-1926)

And be forewarned, I am not posting or sharing any more political posts, on any blogs or my Facebook page. This is the season where many lies are told by politicians. They can't help it. It's like how male birds put on pretty plumage and dances to attract mates.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Remembering another influential woman

I read with a gasp this morning that Diane Wolkstein died recently.

Catherine Kerr shared about her in her blog, Beyond the Fields We Know.

Ms. Wolkstein helped put together a book that brings Innana to life for me, the translation of Innana's own ancient poetry and hymns. I wish I'd had a chance to see Ms. Wolkstein tell her stories.  Master Storytellers are a rare and wonderfully talented group.