Patsy Perryman, ae 80 yrs
Cherokee Freedwoman, Muskogee, Oklahoma
My mother didn't know how old any of her children was; she told me I was born about three year
before the War, and dat the same thing she told my sister Victoria about her age, so I claim the
age of eighty and hope to live along like mother who died last year (1937), 115 years old.
The Taylor place, where I was born , was in the Caney Creek settlement, near Walkingstick Spring,
in the old Flint District of the Cherokee Nation. The Taylor family was Cherokees and the mistress
and master always treated us mighty good. We didn't know what whippings were, only what he heard
about other slaves getting beaten for trying to run away or too lazy to work.
My mother had always been with mistress Judy Taylor and she was the only mother my mama ever had,
least the only she could remember for her own mother (my grandmother) died when she was three days
old. She was raised by the Indians and could talk Cherokee.
There was two boys and three girls; myself, Jude and Victoria, "Boney" (Bonaparte) and
Lewis. Father belonged to some other man for a long time; he would get a pass to visit with mother
and us children, then go back the next day. The Taylors bought him so that we could all be
together.
My brother Lewis married a full-blood Indian woman and they got lots of Indian children on their
farm in the old Cherokee country around Caney Creek. He's just like an Indian, been with them so
much, talks the Cherokee language, and don't notice us Negroes any more.
The last time I saw him was thirty years ago when he come to see mamma at the agency. We started
out walking and pretty soon he dropped behind, leaving me to walk in front. I looked back and
there he was standing in the middle with his eyes shut.
"What's the matter brother Lewis?" I wanted to know. "Sister wants you to come on,
" I told him.
"I darn tired looking at Negroes!" he said keeping his eyes shut tight and I knew just
how he felt.
That's what I use to tell Mistress Taylor when I leave my own mammy and run to the mistress,
crying to stay with her, even after the peace come that set us free.
"Honey" Mistress Judy say kindly, "stay with your own mammy, she cries for
you."
And I would cry some more, keeping my eyes shut all the time, for like my brother said, "I
tired looking at Negroes."
The Taylor house was a beautiful place to live; it was a long double log house, weather boarded
with a yard of clover under the big oak tress that made plenty of shade. I use to pick up leaves
to keep the yard clean and sweet smelling and go to the big spring close to the house for water.
Besides helping that way I would feed the chickens, take care of the children and sometimes I
would get money for it and buy candy; Once I bought a doll.
When I was little, Victoria and me would go hunting for rabbits and quail birds in the snow. In
the summer we catch terrapins, roast them over the fire for some good eating. Mostly we had bean
bread and bean dumplings with corn bread. Making corn bread was a big job. First the corn had to
be soaked, then put in a mortar and pounded to meal with a pessel " beating the meal" is
what my mammy called it.
Cotton clothes for summer, wool clothes for winter, with knitted stocking and gloves made my Mammy
and Mistress Taylor. For Sunday our dress was calico and our bonnets was trimmed up with corn
stalks. Our shoes were home made, with brass toes and braided soles to keep the flint rocks from
cutting through the leather.
The main crops were corn and cotton and if they were big ones, the master would hire Negroes to
come in and help with the work. There was nobody around the place but Indians and Negroes; I was a
full-grown girl before I ever saw a white man.
There was no way to learn reading and writing; I was a big girl when I learn the letters and how
to write, and tried to teach mammy but she didn't learn, so all the writing about allotments had
to be done by me. I have written many letters to Washington when they gave the Indian lands to the
native Indians and their Negroes.
Mammy said the patrollers and "Pin" Indians caused a lot of trouble after the war
started. The master went to war and left my mistress to look after the place. The Pins came to the
farm one day and broke down the doors, cut feather beds open and sent the feathers flying in the
wind, stole the horses, killed the sheep and done lots of mean things.
Then mistress took her slaves and went somewhere in Texas until after the war. She started back to
the old home place, but wasn't going to take us with her until mammy cried so hard she couldn't
stand it and told us to get ready. We drove through in an ox wagon and sometimes had to wait along
the way because the streams were flooded and we couldn't ford.
We found the old house burned to the ground when we got back and the whole place was a ruin. There
was no stock and no way for any of us to live. The mistress told us that we were free anyway and
to go wherever we wanted to.
We went to Fort Gibson and then to Tahlequah; mammy earning our way cooking at both places.
Victoria was hired out to Judge Wolfe and that's where she was when father had her stolen. We was
all worried about her for a time, until we found out she was with him.
My first husband was Charley Clark, a full-blood Creek Indian, living on the river near Yohola;
the next man was black African, but we couldn't get along so I let him go, and married Randolph
Perryman, who, like Charley Clark, is dead now. I never had any children.
I am glad slavery is over and I do not want to see any more wars. Lincoln freed us, but I never
liked him because of the way his soldiers done in the south.
Contributed by M. Dawson, May 2002
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