"My mother’s father an’ mother was Milton and Patsy Footman whut come frum Meridian, Miss., and dey paid $3500 for dem," Frank boasts.
"I’se never seed inside a jail, never paid a nickel in council, ain’t never gwine to steal nothin’ whut don’t belong to me an’ ain’t never used a cuss word in my life. I always tried to do whut was right an’ I plowed ever’ day us could. Us cooked on dem great big fireplaces, ’bout six feet wide an’ two an’ three feet deep, with pots an’ kittles hangin’ out over hickory an’ oak fires. Nobody better not spit in dat fireplace neither. Sho’ never was better eatin’ collards dan dem. All the chillun had a tin plate an’ a tin cup with buttermilk in hit.
"I was whut dey called a shirt-tail fellow, had long shirt dresses of osnaburg dyed with red mud an’ cinnamon bark. In winter dey doubled de osnaburg to be warmer. My daddy was a shoemaker. He made dem outer cowhides an’ even lef’ de hair on dem sometimes. Yuther times he clean 'em in de wash-pot to git de hair offen ’em.
"Us had good Marsa and Mistiss, iffen you wukked an’ ’haved yourse’f. Dey was marsa Willis an’ Miss Hanna Menefee. Dey jes’ had two chillun Willis an’ Willie. Willie weighed two hundred pounds when he was very young too. De ’Big House’ stood in a oak grove wid one big oak tree raght by it.
"Mr. Sadler, de overseer, was good, too, but you sho’ had to wuk. He’s got a great-great-grandson, Sam Sadler, living now in Waverly, Alabama. De poor white peoples ’roun’ dere used to ho’p us wuk. I disremembers our carriage driver’s name but us had one dat drove Mistiss about, an’ de carriage house was close to de Big House.
"Marsa had seven or eight hundred acres in de plantation an’ I jes’ don’t know de number of slaves he did have. Dey got us up by daylight an’ ’fo’. Blowed a cockle shell to get us niggers up. Iffen you didn’t wuk, dey ’tended to you. Dey slashed one nigger an’ he died nex’ week. Us plowed ’twell dark an’ lots an’ lots of times all night long wid a lantern tied to front an’ back of de plows. We was picking cotton all night long too, be ready to take dat wagon to de gin by three or four o’clock in de morning. Sometimes dey would put de slaves in chains. When dey wuk clearing up new groun’ dey had chains put ’roun’ dey ankles.