“My mammy was name Ann, an’ I was tol’ my daddy was name Ashley. He lived on another man’s plantation. I never seed him. My mammy died when I was small an’ my Aunt Clarissy tuk me in charge. My aunt was de cook, an’ she brung me up in de white folk’s kitchen. Grown folks could stan’ up in de fireplace, it was so tall. Yessum, dat kitchen was ‘way off frum de house. It had iron rods hangin’ frum de top of de fireplace wid chains hangin’ down fer pots an’ pans. Dey cooks on de fireplace. Dey bakes bread an’ cake in a oven wid three legs. De white folks had good things to eat, an’ sometime I would slip a li’l of de cake er pie an’ den I was sho’ to be whupped if my aunt tol’ on me. De white folks had silver spoons an’ forks to eat wid, but de slaves had to eat wid mussel shells fer spoons, an’ we sopped our gravy wid our bread.