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                <head>Interview with Louise Riggsbee Jones, September 20, 1976. Interview H-0085-1.</head>
                <byline>Conducted by Mary Frederickson</byline>
                <note type="deposit" anchored="no">
                    <p>Transcript on deposit at The Southern Historical Collection, The Louis Round
                        Wilson Library</p>
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                <note type="citation" anchored="no">
                    <p>Citation of this interview should be as follows: <lb/>“Interview H-0085-1, in
                        the Southern Oral History Program Collection #4007, <lb/>Southern Historical
                        Collection, The Wilson Library, <lb/>University of North Carolina at Chapel
                        Hill”</p>
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                <note type="copyright" anchored="no">Copyright © 2006 The University of North
                    Carolina</note>
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                <head>Abstract</head>
                <p>Louise Riggsbee Jones was born in Bynum, North Carolina, in 1897. In the first
                    interview of a two-part series, Jones describes growing up in that cotton mill
                    town during the early twentieth century. Jones's father worked as a cobbler
                    during the day and occasionally worked as a night guard at the local grist mill.
                    He died when Jones was only six years old. Jones, the youngest of six children,
                    describes her close relationship with her mother, who did not remarry after her
                    husband's death. Because several of Jones's older siblings had already begun to
                    work in the mills, the family managed to survive financially. Her mother's
                    garden and livestock supplemented their income. In addition to describing
                    household economy, Jones discusses the role of religion in the community, her
                    experiences in school, her work as a spinner in the cotton mill, and the
                    different ways in which people received medical care in this small mill
                    community. </p>
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                <head>Short Abstract</head>
                <p>Louise Riggsbee Jones describes growing up in the cotton mill town of Bynum,
                    North Carolina, during the early twentieth century. She discusses her family and
                    household economy, the role of religion in the community, her experiences in
                    school, her work as a spinner in the cotton mill, and the different ways in
                    which people received medical care in this small mill community.</p>
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                <head>Interview with Louise Riggsbee Jones, September 20, 1976. <lb/>Interview
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                        <name id="spk3" key="mf" reg="Frederickson, Mary" type="interviewer">MARY
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                    <head>[TAPE 1, SIDE A]</head>
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                        <p>[START OF TAPE 1, SIDE A]</p>
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                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Let's begin with when and where you were born. Where were you born?</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I was born here in that house right out there February 15,
                        1897.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>And did you know your grandparents?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No. I had a grandmother to live that I can remember, but my grandfather
                            on my mother's side died in 1893. That's when my brother next to me was
                            born. And he was dead. And my grandparents on my father's side died long
                            years before then. I don't remember them.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did your grandmother live with your family?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>She lived with my mother's sister. She didn't live with us. We all lived
                            here at Bynum.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>So all of your family was at Bynum.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, for a while. I had three or four aunts here when I was a little
                            girl, but there was one in Durham, and one of them finally moved to
                            Wilmington. I don't remember seeing her; it's been before I can
                            remember.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Were you close to all of your aunts who were in town? Did you have a lot
                            of cousins to play with and people nearby who were related to you?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, they were, most of them, older than I was. But we were close
                            together. We all loved one another. It's like I said the other day. It
                            used to be like one big family here, because all of the people were <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> people, most of them; you know how. And we all
                            visited one another, but of course my parents. . . . My father died when
                            I was about six years old, just before I was seven, and I don't
                                remember<pb id="p2" n="2"/> too much about him. It's my mother,
                            mostly. She lived with me. I was the only one at home when I married.
                            She and I were living at home together when Paul and I married, and so
                            she stayed on with us. She lived, I reckon, about four years, something
                            like that, after we married.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Do you know when your family first came to Bynum?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I don't. I just don't remember that. I mean, I don't remember hearing
                            them say. I went to see my sister in Carrboro yesterday afternoon. Well,
                            she was at her granddaughter's out in the country. And she can't
                            remember—she's ninety-two—and she can't remember much. And I just don't
                            remember hearing them talk that much.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Was your mother born in Bynum? Do you know that?</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>I don't think so. I'm not sure where she was born. My grandfather moved
                            here with his family, and the grist mill was down yonder the other side
                            of the raise. And he worked in the grist mill. That's what his work was,
                            you know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Was this your mother's father?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Uh-huh, my mother's father. He's the one that died in '93. And it was his
                            wife that lived till I was a little girl.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I see.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>I can remember her some, not much.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Do you think they had lived in the country before they came to Bynum?</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I reckon so. Most of the places where these grist mills, you know,
                            or something like that was then. . . . I just don't remember hearing her
                            say too much about it. I have heard her tell things, but I couldn't
                            connect one thing with another, you know, like<pb id="p3" n="3"/> it
                            should be to be put down.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>But you don't remember them talking about having farmed or having owned a
                            farm or worked a farm?</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, they didn't own a place. Now she had a brother; his name was Madison,
                            they called him Mad.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Your grandmother had a brother?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>My mother. And he was older than she was. I do remember hearing her say
                            that she used to go to the fields some with him, you know. He farmed
                            some. They would live out like that, and my grandfather would work in
                            the mill. And it seems to me like it was towards Carthage or somewhere
                            in that community. I just don't remember.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>What were your parents' names? What was your mother's name?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Her name was Madlena Williamson.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>And what was your father's name?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Elbert Riggsbee. He was raised in the Lystra Community.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>In Lystra?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Lystra Community, up between here and Chapel Hill.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>And do you know when he came to Bynum?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I just don't know what year they moved there. I was going to ask my
                            sister a few questions yesterday, but her daughter where I went thought
                            she was there but she had gone home with her granddaughter yesterday and
                            was going to spend the night last night. But I don't know whether she
                            could have remembered what year they moved here. I don't expect she
                            could now, because her memory is not too good since she got that
                        old.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Were they farming up in the Lystra community?</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. He had a home up in there not too far from Lystra Church, and he
                            sold that when he moved down here.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>But that was before your parents were married.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, he was living up there when my mother and he married. He had been
                            married before and had one daughter, and her mother died when she was
                            about three months old. And of course my mother raised her. I think she
                            was about three or three and a half years old when she married him. He
                            was a little older than my mother. But we never did know any difference.
                            We were all raised together, you know, and she loved my mother as good
                            as we did. He farmed some, and he was what they called a shoemaker then.
                            He mended shoes, you know, half-soled shoes, we called . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>A cobbler. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p><note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> And he fixed harness for the
                            farmers around, you know. When something would happen to their harness,
                            he would fix them. And he worked a lot like that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did he have a place in Bynum where he did that? Did he have a little shop
                            or something?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>I think he did. I think he had a little shop down below the mill there
                            somewhere. I heard my mother say, but I just don't remember much about
                            it. I know he made shoes for. . . . There was a boy that lived over in
                            the Pittsboro community, and he was born. . . . Well, they called him
                            clubfooted; his feet. . . . That's the way he walked, like that, you
                            know. And my father made shoes for him. You see, you couldn't buy things
                            then like you can have them made now,<pb id="p5" n="5"/> to order. And
                            he made shoes for that boy. I remember hearing her say that. I have seen
                            the man, but I expect he's dead now. I just don't know.</p>
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                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Do you remember ever going to sit near your father while he was doing the
                            work, or anything?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, not too much, honey, because, see, I was just six years . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>You were so little.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>. . . then. If I could get ahold of his tacks, I'd drive them in the
                            chair whenever I could. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>He had one chair that he sat in, you know—it was a lower chair than the
                            others—and I'd get me a tack and I'd drive it in there every time I
                            could get ahold of one. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> I
                            remember that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did either of your parents ever work in the mill?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>He did. He watched. I don't know whether he done any work inside, but he
                            was night watchman at the mill. I remember hearing her talk about that.
                            And I don't know whether my mother ever worked in a mill or not. I just
                            don't remember that.</p>
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                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Would he have done this at the same time he was making shoes? He would
                            have done it at night?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>He would do that just at times when he would have time, you know,
                            wouldn't be busy with something else. It was kind of on the sideline,
                            the work was.</p>
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                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you live in the house where you were born for a long time?</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>I don't know just how long, but I don't think so because I don't remember
                            living there then, but I have lived <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note>. . . . Since I've been married, Paul and I moved down there
                            before my mother died. She had a slight stroke, and the doctors told her
                            not to walk, not to get out much, you know. Well, I had a sister. . . .
                            I mean a aunt, and her sister lived down in our house then.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>This house right here?</p>
                    </sp>
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                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Uh-huh. And she asked us—the family was moving from that house—she said,
                            "You all move down there," and she said, "Madlena will enjoy it so
                            much." It's home more down there than it was up on the hill where we
                            lived, up the street, we call it. And we moved out there, and she lived
                            about three years after we moved down there. She died out there at that
                            house.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How far is it that way? Is it very far, like. . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>What, the house?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Right.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Right there, the next house to us here.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">UNIDENTIFIED SPEAKER:</speaker>
                        <p>That house right here, right there, right there; that's the one right
                            there. This one right here.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, this house right next door?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Uh-huh, right there. That's where I was born. And that's where my brother
                            was born, too, next to me.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I see. So that wasn't considered on the hill, on the mill hill.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, it was.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">UNIDENTIFIED SPEAKER:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, it was.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p7" n="7"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>These were the first houses down this-a-way, and they kept building up
                            the other way, you know, as they built more houses.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>So up the street is just the newer houses.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, but they don't look <gap reason="unknown"/> it to look at them.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>But when you were small, they were new.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>They were built a good while after these were.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I see. But why would your mother feel more comfortable in that house,
                            just because she'd lived there for a long time?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, it was home to her, because she lived there a right long time, you
                            know, and that's why my aunt thought she would like it better. When she
                            had to stay in, she could be on the porch and see more of what she'd
                            lived around. But before then, when I was a little girl, we did live up
                            on the hill at a three-room house; that's where my father died when I
                            was about six years old. And then after that, a few years after that we
                            moved out yonder in the next house, right across the street. And she
                            lived there several years. I was a little girl for a good while out
                            there at that house, so down this-a-way has been my home more or less,
                            you know, than living up the other way was.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Why did you move to the three-room house and then to the house next
                        door?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I just don't know their reasons for that. The people would change
                            houses sometimes, and I don't know why they ever lived out there. I
                            don't know, because I just remember living up there in that house.
                            That's the only one I remember living in, because I don't remember
                            living out here. I remember living in that one up there first.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Could you choose the house you wanted to live in?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, they had to go to the head of the company here and ask for a house.
                            And they would let them have it if it was convenient<pb id="p8" n="8"/>
                            for them to have it, you know. And pay rent through the mill.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>So your family always lived in some sort of mill housing, right? These
                            were mill houses, too?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, it was all mill . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I mean, rent was paid through the mill?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah. </p>
                        <milestone n="2920" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="00:13:46"/>
                        <milestone n="3353" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="00:13:47"/>
                        <p>Now one time we did. . . . My mother and my brother that hadn't married
                            and one of my sisters, that one that lives at Carrboro, we. . . . Well,
                            I reckon we were living out there then. And one of my mother's sisters
                            lived. . . . You know, you've been over there at Mrs. Durham's.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Mm-hm.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, that house was Mr. Carney Bynum's house. And so after his folks,
                            they all died, and my aunt was living over there in part of it, and they
                            had some of their furniture and stuff in the other part. And they
                            removed their stuff out, and she got after my mother to move over there
                            in the other part of the house, so we lived over there in part of that
                            house where Mrs. Durham's living. I was around maybe thirteen years old
                            or fourteen, somewhere along there. I went to school while we lived over
                            there. And you know, I was telling you about the old school building.
                            Well, I had a picture here, and I wanted to show you that. Of course,
                            that won't mean anything in what you're getting down, you can just see
                            the back of it, kind of, how it was down behind the church, and how they
                            had made a new road all back there.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, I'd like to see that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>I'll show it to you in a few minutes.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>What I was curious about was, if neither of your parents<pb id="p9" n="9"
                            /> worked in the mill, how were you able to live in the houses and rent
                            through the mill? Did people who didn't work in the mill rent?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>My father, I don't know what kind of work, but I imagine he did work in
                            the mill when he first came here. But the last that I remember hearing
                            her talk about, he was night watchman down there.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I see.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>But I know he worked in the mill some, because that's the only way we had
                            to make a living here, you see. He sold his home up in the Lystra
                            community when he moved down here. And he worked in the mill—I'm sure he
                            did—but I couldn't tell you what kind of work he done in there.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I see. Okay. What did happen when your father died and if your mother
                            wasn't working in the mill at that time? Did they let you stay on?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Two or three of the older children were working by that time.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I see.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>And see, for that reason we had a right to a house all the time.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Okay. What did your father die of, do you know?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I don't. He had rheumatism some, but I've heard her speak about it.
                            He was taken real sick all at once, suffered so with his stomach, the
                            side, and I've heard her say since then that she believed that he had
                            appendicitis. They didn't know that there was such a thing as
                            appendicitis then, you know. She said after she learned about it and
                            knew how it acted with people, she said she didn't<pb id="p10" n="10"/>
                            know if that wasn't what <gap reason="unknown"/> took him away, that he
                            was taken worse all at once, so bad off, you know, suffered so much, and
                            he didn't live but a few days after that. But the doctors, they never
                            had heard nothing about appendicitis then.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I see. How many brothers and sisters did you have?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I have three sisters and two brothers.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>And you. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> In other words, six
                            children in all.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>My half-sister that I was telling you about, of course we always said she
                            was our sister; well, she was. She and another one and that one at
                            Carrboro. They are all, of course, older. I was the youngest child.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>You were the youngest of the six.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Uh-huh, and I had two brothers, the one next to me, and then the one, I
                            think there was a child between him and my brother next to me that died,
                            a little girl. There was children that died when they was small, little
                            girls, babies like.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Infants.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>I never did see them.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How much older was your oldest brother or sister? Was a sister the
                            oldest?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Her first child was a boy, and he died. He was I don't know just how old,
                            but not when he was first born, because I've heard her talk so much
                            about children having croup, you know, and he died with what they called
                            the membrous croup. And he didn't live but just a little while after he
                            took it. And I don't remember just how old he was, but he was just a
                            baby. He was the oldest one, except my half-sister,<pb id="p11" n="11"/>
                            of course; she was older. And then the next one was a girl. And I think
                            the next one was a girl, too, my sister at Carrboro. And then a brother,
                            Talton Riggsbee. He's got some children living here now. We've all been
                            here at Bynum all the time. Now he lived here all the time. After he was
                            married, he raised his family here. And my other brother, Roy, he moved
                            to Carrboro.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Roy Riggsbee?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Roy Riggsbee.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How old was he when he moved to Carrboro?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't know exactly, but he was married and had a family when he
                            moved up there.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Why did he go? Why did he move to Carrboro?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>They put up a store, he and a Mr. Hinson there. They put a furniture
                            store. It's there in that name now, I think. It still goes by the name
                            of Riggsbee-Hinson, and I don't know whether Mr. Hinson is still living
                            or not. But my brother and his wife are both dead. They both died at
                            Carrboro.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Do you remember when he made the decision to go away, or were you too
                            small to. . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, yes. He stayed here a while after he was married. He worked in the
                            store. As a child, he loved working around the store, and that's all he
                            ever did. And here he'd get a wheelbarrow and carry little things out to
                            people. They'd buy them, you know. And they'd give him just a little
                            something for him, just when he was big enough to roll a wheelbarrow.
                            And he kept on, and there was a<pb id="p12" n="12"/> store right out
                            here about where that road you come in. And it was built—I can remember
                            that—and he worked there when he was a little boy one Christmas. They
                            had a candy counter. You know, we didn't have toys and things only at
                            Christmastime then, and fruit: we didn't have oranges and things like
                            that except along about Christmastime. And we were always delighted, you
                            know, and looked forward to that. And so he worked out there at the
                            candy counter—they fixed a little counter and let him work there selling
                            candy—during the Christmas holidays. I think that's about the first work
                            he ever done in the store. But he just kept on, and then he worked. . .
                            . There was a store down yonder above this house. They first called it
                            the Company Store. I don't know exactly, but I think maybe the ones that
                            owned the mill owned the store then, because they called it the Company
                            Store. And later on it was sold to Mr. Jim Atwater and Mr. Rufus
                            Lambeth. Mr. Atwater lived over yonder; Warren Durham lives over there
                            in his house. And Mr. Lambeth lived on up the road a piece, between here
                            and that station up yonder, <gap reason="unknown"/> the highway. And
                            they were all good people. And I went to school to Miss Julia Lambeth.
                            She was one of my teachers, and I really loved her.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>What was her first name? Julie?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Miss Julia Lambeth. She never was married.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>But she was Lambeth's sister?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Mr. Rufus Lambeth's sister. She was older than Mr. Rufus. But I really
                            did love her. She was good. Well, what I call. . . . Now she had common
                            sense . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p13" n="13"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>. . . about things. She taught us common sense, to reason out things, you
                            know. And you know, I don't want to go against the schools now, but I
                            think children need some of that now, don't you?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Mm-hm. Sure.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>How to take things and how to see them, what happens and all.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How old were you when she taught you?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I was up maybe around eleven or twelve years old then. I had had
                            teachers before her. My first teacher. . . . Well, I think it was Miss
                            Mary Griffin. She's related to the Griffins over there at Pittsboro.
                            They run the funeral home over there now. And she was a mighty sweet
                            woman. I loved her. Because I was a child that didn't take up with just
                            everybody, you know; I stuck to my mother. I just couldn't leave my
                            mother to go nowhere. I stayed at home and didn't go out to play like I
                            should with other children. I didn't want to leave my mother. And I was
                            so afraid of thunderclouds when I was a little girl, and I would watch
                            the trees, you know, the leaves, in real hot weather, how they'll curl
                            up together. And I'd think, "Well, I'm afraid there'll be a cloud. I
                            won't go leave Ma this evening; I'll stay here." And I'd stay at home
                            around her, you know, so I'd be near her. I felt like if I were near
                            her, then everything was all right. Now that's the way I felt about my
                            mother, you know. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Why do you think that was? Why do you think you were so close to your
                            mother?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, she was close to her children. She loved us all. But<pb id="p14"
                                n="14"/> I was just that type of child. You know, some children are
                            more foolish about their mothers, stick closer to them than others, and
                            I was that type of child.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Do you think it might have been because you were the youngest?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I think maybe, and they all petted me in a way. All of them were
                            good to me, and my brothers and sisters. I think maybe that was it, too,
                            you know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>We were talking about your brother and his work at the Company Store?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>He worked with Atwater and Lambeth after Atwater and Lambeth bought the
                            store. He worked with them down there several years. And then he got a
                            job at Durham with Huntley-Stockton Hill, a furniture store up there.
                            And he worked with them.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Were Lambeth and Atwater from Bynum?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, uh-huh, they lived here. Mr. Atwater lived over here on the highway,
                            and Mr. Lambeth lived up further on on the highway, big house up there.
                            I don't know the people that own it now.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Were they young men, Atwater and Lambeth?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>They were then. Well, Mr. Rufus Lambeth, he never did marry, but Mr.
                            Atwater was married and had a family. But he wasn't an old man when he
                            was down there in the store. He was Superintendent of the Sunday school
                            here for several years. The first superintendent that I ever remember in
                            the Sunday school was Mr. Carney Bynum, the man that lived over there
                            where Mrs. Durham lives. And then after he got disabled, Mr. Atwater was
                            Superintendent for several years.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How did Mr. Bynum get disabled?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p15" n="15"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I just don't remember that, because I was a child then. I don't
                            remember.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Was he badly crippled or something?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't think so. I don't know. I just can't tell you. I don't
                            remember.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Had he worked in the mill?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, he never did work in the mill. He owned some land over there, and
                            there were some colored people that lived. . . . They farmed for him.
                            And I really don't know what he did. </p>
                        <milestone n="3353" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="00:27:56"/>
                        <milestone n="2921" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="00:27:57"/>
                        <p>But now Mr. Luther Bynum that lived out here in this house right next to
                            us, he was over the mill at first down here.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>He was superintendent of the mill?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't know what they called it. I just heard him say he was over
                            the mill. I don't know what they called it. But that's how Bynum got its
                            name, I think; this family of Bynums were about the first here, you
                            know. And Mr. Bynum really looked after the place. I've heard my mother
                            speak about it, how he'd go around, you know, and if a little something
                            happened that shouldn't have, he'd go and investigate about it, and
                            tried to keep things in good order here, you know, while he. . . . I
                            don't know who owned the mill, whether he was in it or not, but the J.
                            M. Odell Manufacturing Company is the only one that I ever knowed the
                            name that it went by.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>But Mr. Luther Bynum was over the mill when you were a little girl,
                            right?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, before I can remember.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How would he keep it in order, like if there was noise or<pb id="p16"
                                n="16"/> if people were raising ruckus or something?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, the best that I can figure it out, if they didn't live kind of like
                            they ought to and keep their homes right, I think he would just move
                            them out. I don't think he would keep them here on the work. Now that's
                            the way I remember it. I don't know whether that was the exact. . . .
                            They didn't have as much law around then as they do now, and half the
                            time the law don't do anything <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                            when it comes.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Do you remember ever seeing him when you were a little girl?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, I remember him. Yes.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Was he a nice man?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, he was a nice man. </p>
                        <milestone n="2921" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="00:29:57"/>
                        <milestone n="3354" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="00:29:58"/>
                        <p>I remember when he died. We were going to school down there in that old
                            schoolhouse. He had a son and a daughter. They were both a little older
                            than I was. But I remember. He went to Raleigh or somewhere, and his son
                            went with him; his name was Jeff Bynum. And he was taken sick, I
                        think</p>
                    </sp>
                    <p>
                        <note anchored="yes">
                            <p>[END OF TAPE 1, SIDE A]</p>
                        </note>
                    </p>
                </div2>
                <div2 id="tape1-b" n="1-B" type="tape_side">
                    <head>[TAPE 1, SIDE B]</head>
                    <note anchored="yes">
                        <p>[START OF TAPE 1, SIDE B]</p>
                    </note>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>and Mary, but Mary's dead now.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>What did she do?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't know whether she taught school. . . . I don't know what she
                            done after they left here.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, they left here after he died?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. Yes, a while. Mrs. Bynum stayed on a few years. I don't remember how
                            long, because I was a child. I hadn't been going<pb id="p17" n="17"/> to
                            school but just a little while then, you know. And I can't remember too
                            much about that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>We were talking about your brother at the beginning of this, and you said
                            he went to Durham to work for Huntley and Stockton?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Huntley-Stockton Hill, a furniture store up there.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How did he decide to go to Durham?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>I think Atwater and Lambeth finally went out of business down here, and
                            the store work is all he had ever done. He didn't work in the mill any
                            down here. My other brother worked in the mill all the time down here,
                            as long as he lived. But Roy didn't, and he went up there. He got a job.
                            I don't know just how. . . . He was already married and had some
                            children then. I don't remember how he come to get the job, who
                            recommended him or what, but he worked up there. And then he moved to
                            Carrboro, and he and Mr. Hinson—I don't know the man—put in the
                            furniture store up there. I think it still goes by the name of
                            Riggsbee-Hinson. I don't know whether it does or not. It did the last
                            time I heard them mention it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Was your mother real proud of him going into business like that?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>She was dead before he went into business for himself. </p>
                        <milestone n="3354" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="00:32:10"/>
                        <milestone n="2922" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="00:32:11"/>
                        <p>But she was proud; she was proud of all of her children. We all did right
                            good. I mean, she had right good children. And I never did get a
                            whipping. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>And she never did whip me. She didn't believe in whipping<pb id="p18"
                                n="18"/> children, punishing them like that. She'd talk to them, you
                            know, and they all minded her pretty good. I think the <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> nearest that she ever come to
                            whipping me was about a little boy. We thought so much of him when we
                            lived out yonder; he lived in the house next to us. His name was Arthur
                            Clark. And we loved him, and he loved us just the same as if he was our
                            own little brother. And he called my mother "Ma." And I heard him one
                            day. He was at home, when we were out there, and I heard him crying. His
                            mother had punished him for something. Well, I was so mad I didn't know
                            what to do, and I was just talking to my Mama, you know, about it, about
                            his mother a-whipping him. And I remember her saying, `Louise, if you
                            don't hush I'm going to whip you now." She says, "You mustn't talk
                            thataway." She knew that she'd hear me. But I was so wrong with his
                            mother because she had punished him, you know. <gap reason="unknown"/>
                            <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did any of your older brothers and sisters, do you remember them ever
                            being punished for anything?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I don't.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I mean, your mother carried that policy out with all her children,
                        right?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Mm-hm, yes, she did.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Not just you, because you were the youngest. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, with all of them. They obeyed her very good. She lived with her
                            family after my father died, and they obeyed her pretty well. I had
                            right good sisters and brothers; I'm proud of them.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <milestone n="2922" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="00:34:10"/>
                    <milestone n="3355" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="00:34:11"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did anyone ever live with your family other than just your sisters and
                            brothers and your mother and father?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p19" n="19"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I don't think so.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Anyone ever come to stay, or did people take in boarders around?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, now, she used to take boarders; I don't remember it. That was, I
                            think, before I was born. It might have been when I was a baby. But she
                            did have some boarders. They'd work in the mill and they boarded with
                            her. She had some mighty good friends. I mean, she thought so much of
                            them, you know. Yes, she had some boarders. I remember hearing her speak
                            about them.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>But you don't remember. . . . They weren't there when you were coming
                        up?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, they weren't there when I was. . . . I can't remember it. I know
                            there was a woman. She was a Harmon. Her people lived over around
                            Pittsboro. Mary Harmon. And she married a Mr. Frank E. Ferrell. And they
                            moved to Florida. And she would come back to see us. She'd always come
                            and see my mother when they'd come back, you know, to North Carolina to
                            visit their people. She'd always come to see my mother.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>And she'd stayed with your mother while she was working down here in the
                            mill?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, she boarded with her, you know, while she was working down here.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Was it sort of a general thing, that if you took someone in it was like
                            they were almost made a member of the family?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, you took someone that you liked, a nice person, and they lived just
                            the same as your family. Now Mr. Henry Abernathy's<pb id="p20" n="20"/>
                            wife, Mrs. Alice Abernathy, she was a Ferrell. Frank Harris, he married
                            a Ferrell. They run a store up yonder.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Frank Harris did?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Uh-huh. Harris and Burley was the name of the store. And Mr. Frank
                            Ferrell was Louise Harris's daddy. But Mr. Frank was the youngest child
                            in their family. What I was going to tell you, Miss Alice, one of the
                            oldest children of Mr. Walt Ferrell's children, boarded with us a long
                            time. And she was married when we lived out yonder, the second house
                            from here, at our house, she and Mr. Henry Abernathy. And she was almost
                            like a sister to us, you know, because she boarded with us a long time.
                            Her father lived here, and he moved down in the Hanks Chapel community
                            on a farm. He had a home down there. Hanks community. And they had the
                            post office, she and Mr. Ferrell, and when Mr. Ferrell left she just
                            stayed on in the post office, worked in the post office, and she boarded
                            with us for a long, long time.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Now that was when you were older, right?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, I can remember when she boarded. That's the only one that I ever
                            remember much about her boarding.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I see. Did your family go to the church down here, the Methodist
                        Church?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. My father went to the Baptist Church at Lystra—that's a Baptist
                            church up there—and he went to the Baptist church, but when they moved
                            down here he went to the Methodist church, too. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note> I remember hearing my mother tell about the
                            preacher up there at the Baptist Church, and one time she said he'd go
                            home with<pb id="p21" n="21"/> them Sundays, you know, for dinners a lot
                            of times. And he wanted her to move her membership to the Baptist
                            Church, you know. Well, she had always been a Methodist. Grandpa
                            Williamson was a Methodist. And she said he told her, he says, "Well, if
                            you don't," he says, "sometime you'll have to give an account of
                            yourself." And she said she looked at him, and she says, "Well, I think,
                            while I have to give an account of myself, some other people will have
                            to give an account of theirselves, too." That was the answer she made .
                            . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>. . . when he talked to her about moving to the Baptist Church. She never
                            did move her membership up there. She stayed on down here, you know, and
                            of course my father went to church down here, too, after they moved down
                            here from up there. But I remember hearing her tell that. She said he
                            was so down on her, you know, because she wouldn't move from the
                            Methodist Church to the Baptist Church.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Was this when she and your father were just seeing each other?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>First married. And she lived up there in the Lystra community with him
                            when they were first married. There was one or two of my older sisters
                            and brothers, I think, was born up there. But I couldn't tell you how
                            many. I just don't know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How did the church work? Was there a minister who lived in Bynum when you
                            were a little girl?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, just as long ago as I can remember, there has been one here.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p22" n="22"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>There's always been one?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>But I tell you, before they built the church here the people here went to
                            Mt. Pleasant; that's up in the country some. And the cemetery was up
                            there, and there's a lot of the people that lived here along then buried
                            up there. My grandfather and grandmother are buried up there, and two or
                            three of my aunts were buried up there.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Do you remember when the church was built here?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I don't remember. That's the only church I ever remember going to.
                            They went to church down in the old schoolhouse before the church was
                            built here, but I don't remember that. I just went to this church. I've
                            always been to the church out here.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Was the church ever used except on Sunday?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, they used to have prayer meeting on Wednesday night the week a long
                            time ago. It hasn't been so many years that they. . . . But they got to
                            having night work, you know. They just had day work along then.
                            Everybody was off at six o'clock. But after they got to working night
                            shifts and all, you know, services like that kind of cut out. But I
                            remember several of the preachers that have been here. But of course
                            there were some here that I don't remember. I've heard her speak about
                            them, but I can't remember them. They were here before I can remember
                            that time.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did the ministers come and go on a four-year basis like they do in the
                            Methodist Church?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, most of the time. Now if they didn't like. . . . You know, now
                            they'll move them. They'll stay two or three years, and if they want to
                            go somewhere else or the people want another minister, if<pb id="p23"
                                n="23"/> they go to the Conference head one. . . . It's not public,
                            you know, but they just kind of work it around. And they make changes.
                            But the limit is four years, most of the time, that the Methodist
                            preacher stays. And the Conference sends the preachers. We don't have
                            any choice about asking for one. Now like the Baptist Church, they call
                            their own preachers, you know, the congregation. They'll know one, and
                            he'll come and preach a time or two for them, and if they like him, you
                            know, maybe they'd get him to come and be their minister. And the other
                            Hanks church, that's the Christian Church down there, the community that
                            I was speaking of. And that's where my husband went to church when he
                            was a child. And they call their preachers down there, too. I think the
                            Methodist Church is. . . . I don't know about the others, but they've
                            always had the Conference, you know, and the Conference is the one that
                            sends the preachers to us. Of course, the head ones in the church, if
                            they want one, they can let it be known, you know, to the ones over
                            them, and maybe that'll have some effect on it. I don't know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Do you ever remember people meeting and deciding to ask a minister to
                            leave or something like that?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I don't ever remember that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Were there groups that met, aside from the Sunday service and the
                            Wednesday night prayer meeting? Like was there a women's group in the
                            church?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, they had the Woman's Missionary Society, they called it. I think
                            that was the grown women, you know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did your mother belong to that?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p24" n="24"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, she used to. Then they had for the young people—you know, grown—they
                            had the Epworth League, they called it. And my sisters and brothers that
                            was old enough went to that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you go to that?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I wasn't old enough when they had it here.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you belong to the Woman's Missionary Society later?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I haven't. But I've been to all the other meetings, and we had a
                            class. We finally organized a class, you know, later on in years, the
                            young ladies, the girls and young married women had a class. And they
                            got it divided up like that better, you know, than what it was years
                            before. But I went. Now my aunt that lived down there, she was my Sunday
                            school teacher for years when I was a little girl. And I mean maybe
                            there was seven or eight members of that class, you know, all about the
                            same age, and we were really close together. And we loved our Sunday
                            school and our Sunday school class and our Sunday school teacher and
                            all, always. We loved going to church.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>You liked it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>You always liked it?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, I always liked going to church.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>You mentioned a couple of men who were superintendents of the Sunday
                            school. Was that a big job?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, he sat up at the front, and he would tell all the song numbers and
                            time to go to classes, and he just conducted the Sunday school. Of
                            course, it was a job. When he could, he tried to use his <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> to get people to go to church and all, and like
                            that, but they<pb id="p25" n="25"/> were both good men, Mr. Bynum and
                            Mr. Atwater. And my brother, the one older than me, was Superintendent
                            for a while out here a while before he left here.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>That was Roy.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Roy. Well, I believe that your brother Leighton was a little while.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">UNIDENTIFIED SPEAKER:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, my brother Leighton was.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>His brother Leighton was Superintendent since then, in later years. Well,
                            I haven't been to Sunday school since I had arthritis so bad, because I
                            can't wear shoes and I can't get my clothes on. I can't get ready of a
                            morning to go in time. It's like I'm so slow. But I think that my
                            nephew's son, I believe is Superintendent of the Sunday school out here
                            now. But we used to have it in the afternoon. When I was a child, we had
                            Sunday school in the afternoon and preaching at night. We didn't have a
                            morning service any. But now since they have the preaching and Sunday
                            school all of a morning—they have the Sunday school fist; then it just
                            goes into the preaching service, more or less—the Superintendent don't
                            have quite as much to do as he used to, you know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Why did you have it in the afternoon and the evening? Do you have any
                            idea? Did people have to do something in the morning?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't know. I never did know. </p>
                        <milestone n="3355" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="00:47:16"/>
                        <milestone n="2923" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="00:47:17"/>
                        <p>But as long ago as I can remember, we went to Sunday school . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>In the afternoon.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>. . . about three o'clock, I think. And they had preaching at night. And
                            the preachers that lived here then, they<pb id="p26" n="26"/> had this
                            church, Mt. Pleasant, Mann's Chapel, Ebenezer, and I believe Cedar
                            Grove. I don't know whether they had them all that time or not. I don't
                            know how long Cedar Grove. . . . I think that was kind of one of the
                            last ones. Well, Mt. Pleasant was one of the first. They had a church
                            there before we had a church here. And the preacher had to go in a
                            buggy, a horse, you know . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>And do a circuit, like?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Just have one service a month. That's all we had, one preaching service a
                            month, because he was here one Sunday, and he'd have to go to a church
                            another Sunday. It took him so long, you know, to go and come.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>So he would stay there like part of the week or something?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, he would go and come that day. His family would live here at the
                            parsonage, but he would go to these other churches and preach on Sunday
                            and come back.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>So that's why the preaching was at night, probably?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>It must have been maybe why it was at night here. I just don't know why.
                            I just remember it being one night out of the month here. Well, too, we
                            did have. . . . Now there was Third Sunday. They got to having another,
                            got to having it at night, one night a month, after we got so we could
                            have two. They didn't have quite so many churches. But we had Third
                            Sunday morning, the third Sunday in every month, our preacher here. But
                            that was in later years; that wasn't at first.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you see the minister very often during the week? Would<pb id="p27"
                                n="27"/> he come to visit people?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, they'd come around and visit the people. My mother, she was <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> close to them. I remember one that was Preacher
                            Rose, and he had three boys when they moved here, and I think there was
                            one child born after he moved here. And my mother—I told you that
                            before—that she always went where there was babies born, you know. There
                            was no nurses around to be with the doctors and <gap reason="unknown"/>
                            baby <gap reason="unknown"/> . She was what you'd say was a midwife. And
                            she'd go to so many places. Well, she was with Mrs. Rose. And we'd go
                            over there at night. People visited at night then a lot. They didn't
                            have time to go, because they worked all day long here, you know, and
                            then people would come and sit till bedtime, they called it. We did
                            that. I know, me and her and my brother next to me, we used to go around
                            at night. We didn't have any lights here, and she had a lantern, a
                            kerosene lantern, you know. We would carry that, and we'd go, say, come
                            down here to Mrs. Moore. Mrs. Durham's mother lived here; maybe we'd
                            come down here and spend a while with her. And if you go down there <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> , <gap reason="unknown"/> lived down there. Or
                            we'd go to my aunt's or just neighbors that we might have and sit till
                            bedtime, and they'd come and sit with us some thataway.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>When was bedtime? What time was it?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't know. I imagine it was about nine, or between nine and ten
                            o'clock, along there.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Then people would just go home and go to bed?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, to get up and go to work.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you go visiting like every night, or would you stay home<pb id="p28"
                                n="28"/> some <gap reason="unknown"/> ?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, we didn't go every night. We just went now and then, you know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Like maybe a couple nights a week or . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Something like that. I can't remember. I just remember going, you know. I
                            was always where she was <gap reason="unknown"/> .</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <milestone n="3356" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="00:51:41"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Where your mother was? <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. I was a. . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Okay. Oh, one other thing I wanted to ask you was, were the people who
                            were superintendents in the mills and overseers in the mills all real
                            active in the church? Like Mr. Edgar Moore?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, Mr. Moore was. He taught a Sunday school class for several years
                            out there. And he's about the only one that I remember <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> till he left and Frank Durham took it over, Mrs.
                            Flossie's <gap reason="unknown"/> boy. Mr. Moore was here, he lived
                            there for years.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>But both of them were real active in the church?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. His wife, well, she didn't teach a class or things like that, but
                            she was a regular member of the Sunday school class and went to church.
                            They were good to go to church, before the church.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did most of the people who lived up the street here go to the church? Did
                            almost everyone go to the same church?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't remember about that, but there was a lot more that went
                            then than goes now, that lived here on the hill. There was a lot more
                            that went. I do remember that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p29" n="29"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>If people didn't go, when you were younger, if people didn't go to the
                            church here, would they go anywhere else to church?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, no, they couldn't very well go, because, you see, you had no way to
                            go then, only in a buggy, horse, or a wagon. And they didn't go away
                            from here to church much.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>So would you say most everyone went to church?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Went to church here, you know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>What if they didn't want to go? Did anyone sort of ask them to go or. . .
                            .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, yes, they would talk to them, you know, and try to get them to go.
                            They, of course, didn't force them to go, but they would treat them nice
                            and ask them to go.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>If they refused to go to church or didn't have anything to do with the
                            church, could they maybe be asked to leave?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't think so. I don't remember about that, if there ever
                        was.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>You don't remember that happening to anybody.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I don't remember.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Were there people who you remember who just didn't go to church?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I couldn't remember them by name and all. I know there were some
                            that didn't.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>But there were some who didn't go.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, but I don't remember their names.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I'm just trying to get some idea of how many people went. Like, say, out
                            of twenty-five or thirty families, would twenty of them go?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p30" n="30"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't know, but we had a right good congregation here at church
                            all the time that I remember, after I got old enough to remember going.
                            Of course, I went before I ever got. . . . My mother always carried me
                            to church. She always carried all of us to church. But we had a right
                            good congregation, different classes for different ages, you know. They
                            had the men's class. Well, now, they used to have the men and the women
                            together, but they finally had the men's class and the ladies' class,
                            you know. And then the girls. After I got up about nineteen or twenty,
                            something like that, we had a class of the girls, and if some of them
                            married, they still come to all the classes, the young married ladies.
                            And they had the boys' class and the girls' class of the younger
                        ages.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Why did they decide to separate the men and women?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I just don't know that. I don't know. I reckon they just had so
                            many after there was more got to working here. See, there wasn't but
                            just a few people here to start with, and they built more houses and
                            more people lived here. And of course they grew up, and I reckon that
                            was one reason; they just had to . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Okay.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Now Mr. Moore, he was teacher for the men's class for several years down
                            there.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Mr. Edgar Moore?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Uh-huh. Mrs. Durham's brother.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>This was the same time he was Superintendent?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, while he was Superintendent here. And Mrs. Durham was a<pb id="p31"
                                n="31"/> teacher. After I got up old enough to be in the women's
                            class, you know, she was my Sunday school teacher then.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I see.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>And she was a good teacher. She was a good Christian woman, I'll tell you
                            that, I think.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>What would the Sunday school teachers do? Would they like lead the
                            lesson?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, they would study their lesson and talk, be so they could talk. Well,
                            we'd read it—one would read a little, and the other one would read a
                            little—and they'd ask questions on it, and we'd all talk our opinion,
                            you know, of what we thought of the lesson, and questions, you know.
                            That's the way it was then. But some places, you go and they just get up
                            and talk—you don't say anything—but we did. We just talked to the
                            teacher; she talked to us. And she'd ask a question and give her opinion
                            about it, you know, and there'd be questions and answers in the Sunday
                            school books that we'd have. We'd study them, and then if the teacher
                            wanted to ask another question, they'd ask it and we'd give our opinions
                            on it, you know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I see. Okay. Did people have a lot of different opinions about things, or
                            did most people sort of believe the same thing?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>I think most of them kind of believed the same thing, that went to
                            church.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>When did you first go to school? How old were you?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't know, but I think I was nearly seven years old. I might
                            have been seven in July before I started in. We used to start about
                            September, I think, somewhere. But I think I was about<pb id="p32"
                                n="32"/> seven years old before I started to school, because I
                            didn't want to leave my Mama and go to school.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p><note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> Do you remember leaving?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, I do.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Were you upset?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, I was.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>What did your mother do?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, my brother Roy, older than me, he was so good to me. He looked
                            after me just like he had been my father or mother, one, when I started
                            to school. Now Roy, he wasn't timid like I was. I was scared when I was
                            a child. I was afraid of everything about it. Dogs, and then we used to
                            call them dough-faces; they wouldn't have them only Christmastime, Santa
                            Claus faces and like that. Well, I was scared to death of anything like
                            that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>A dough-face was a Santa Claus face?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah. Yeah. And I . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Because of the beard?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>I was afraid of Santa Claus.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>We'd go to church, and I didn't know who Santa Claus was then, you know.
                            And we'd always, as long ago as I can remember, we'd have a Christmas
                            tree and a Christmas program out here at the church. Well, Santa Claus
                            would be there, dressed like Santa Claus, you know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Who was it, usually?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, it was just some of the men here in the church. <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> I don't remember no certain one.
                            But I would be in my Mama's<pb id="p33" n="33"/> lap, and I would be
                            scared to death. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> I can remember
                            that. I remember when I got my doll. I've got a doll here now that I've
                            had for, I know, seventy or seventy-one years, that had got off of the
                            Christmas tree down there at the church. And I can see that doll hanging
                            up on the Christmas tree now, and I knew it was mine, but I was scared
                            to raise up and look, I was so scared of Santa Claus. Because he'd be up
                            around the tree, you know. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> And
                            I'd sit in her lap and stick my head down, you know, where I thought he
                            couldn't see me.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Why were you afraid, do you think?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>I don't know. I was just always afraid of things like that. And I
                            remember one time we was going to school down there. And there was a boy
                            here, and he was full of mischief. He was old as my brother or a little
                            older. And it was just his pride to pick at children, you know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <p>
                        <note anchored="yes">
                            <p>[END OF TAPE 1, SIDE B]</p>
                        </note>
                    </p>
                </div2>
                <div2 id="tape2-a" n="2-A" type="tape_side">
                    <head>[TAPE 2, SIDE A]</head>
                    <note anchored="yes">
                        <p>[START OF TAPE 2, SIDE A]</p>
                    </note>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Okay. What do you mean when you say he had a dough-face one time?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>They didn't have them only about Christmastime or something like that
                            here. That's the only time I had any Christmas thing, toys or anything,
                            at the store.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>But what was a dough-face, exactly?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, they'd have just different old scary-looking faces.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Like a mask?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p34" n="34"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah. Uh-huh. They called them dough-faces, but you put it over your
                            face, you know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk2">
                        <speaker n="2">UNIDENTIFIED SPEAKER:</speaker>
                        <p>With a big white beard, or something like that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, Santa Claus had the beard, but the others didn't. But that was Newton
                            Garner. He lived over the river, on over yonder, and he was going to
                            scare me. He knew I was afraid of <gap reason="unknown"/> . And my
                            brother was with me. And Roy, he never was a child to pick a fuss; he
                            wasn't fussy, quarrelsome, you know, with other children. But now he was
                            going to get right on that boy. I remember that. He told him he better
                            leave me alone. And that's the way he was about me. He looked after me
                            when I started in to school. I left my mother to go to school, and he
                            was my mother <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> while I was <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How much older was he than you?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, he was born in December, 1893, and I was born in July, 1897. About
                            three and a half years' difference. But he really was good to me. I'll
                            never forget him for that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I'm real curious about these dough-face things. Did kids wear them? Like
                            you know now when kids dress up on Halloween?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, uh-huh.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Was it for Halloween?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't remember nothing about it being Halloween that long off.
                            But they'd just have them here maybe at Christmastime, and they'd wear
                            them, just try to scare people or something like that. I don't
                        remember.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Like it was a game.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah. Something like that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p35" n="35"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you ever wear one?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Noooo.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did girls ever wear them?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I don't think they did; it was mostly the boys.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>The boys, like teenage boys or . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, and younger, some of them.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>And younger?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>But we didn't have Halloween programs then like we do now, you know,
                            dress up the children and go . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>But that might have been for Halloween, instead of Christmas?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I imagine it was around Christmastime when they'd have them,
                            because we never had nothing here like that that you could buy here.
                            Well, you didn't go somewhere else and shop then, because you had no way
                            to go unless you went in a buggy or a wagon or rode a horse.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>So you'd buy everything you needed here.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, at the store here. There was the Atwater and Lambeth store. Well,
                            there was another store further out there, but I don't remember that.
                            That was the Bynum and Horton store. But I don't remember them selling
                            things, but I do know it was there.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>So you finally did go to school. <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                        </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, I went to school. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> And I
                            loved to go to school. I enjoyed going to school after I got started.
                            And I learned fairly well, and I liked to study arithmetic, I liked to
                            study reading, and I liked to study spelling. Now they were the three
                            subjects that<pb id="p36" n="36"/> I loved most. But <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> I didn't like, we called it
                            grammar; it's English now, you know. I couldn't see any grammar to save
                            my life. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> We had a man teacher
                            after they built the schoolhouse up yonder. Well, I had never had a man
                            teacher but one time before, but the first one I ever had, I loved him.
                            He was nice and kind, and he was a Mr. Jerome.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How old were you then?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't remember whether I was up maybe. . . . Maybe ten or
                            something, up there. It was after they done away with this schoolhouse
                            and built the schoolhouse up yonder, where Frank Harris lives. His
                            home's on that lot now. Well, Mr. Jerome was really a good, easy kind
                                <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>, and later years—well, I
                            know I was about fourteen or fifteen—and we had one by the name of Mr.
                            Crook.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p><note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> And he was so stern, and I don't
                            know, there wasn't a bit of fun. He was just. . . . Well, I don't know
                            what kind of person you'd call him, but I didn't like him. Of course, I
                            never done nothing against him. I didn't do that at school. Well, we
                            couldn't get grammar. And we was on class there one day, and he told
                                <gap reason="unknown"/> , he says, "Well," he says, "you all haven't
                            got a thimbleful of sense." Well, I tell you, that hurt me, because I
                            never had had a teacher to speak like that to me before. And it went on
                            and on, but I learned to like him more towards the last. But I had the
                            headache so much. I had sick headache a lot when I was a child, and this
                            Miss Julia Lambeth that I was talking about, she was my teacher then,
                            and she told me—I was about twelve years old then—she told me one day,
                                she<pb id="p37" n="37"/> said, "Louise," she said, "don't you come
                            to school tomorrow." She said, "You stay at home." She says, "There's a
                            eye doctor coming to here." Well, you see, we had no way to go to Durham
                            and to places then to get glasses. She says, "You stay at home and let
                            him examine your eyes and fix you some glasses." She knew how I had the
                            headache. And I did study; I studied hard all the time I went to school
                            to try to get up my work. And so I stayed at home, and I got my glasses,
                            and I've been wearing glasses ever since. But it was a year or so after
                            that that Mr. Crook was our teacher. But I was still having the
                            headache, and I wanted to go to work in the mill. I was old enough to
                            work. But my . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How old were you, about fourteen or so?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I was about fourteen or fifteen along then. And I just begged my
                            Mama to let me quit school and go to work down here. Well, my oldest
                            brother was at home, and he didn't want me to, and my sister lived over
                            there; after she married, she lived in the house with us over there at
                            Mrs. Durham's. Well, they didn't want me to quit school and go to work.
                            And so my mother went to Mr. Crook and asked him would he let me drop
                            some of my studies, that I studied so hard and I was sick every evening.
                            When I'd get home from school I was just sick as I could be with a
                            headache. And he says, "Well, why do you want her to drop some of her
                            work?" He says, "She never has come to me without a good lesson." She
                            says, "Well, that's the trouble." She says, "She studies so hard, and,"
                            says, "she has the sick headache so bad." Well, he did let me drop two
                            or three of them. I still kept my spelling, reading, and English and
                            arithmetic; I<pb id="p38" n="38"/> remember them that I kept. But
                            anyway, there was another girl and a man. He was a little dwarf. Mr.
                            Harry Norwood. He was right smart, <gap reason="unknown"/> . He's dead
                            now.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>He was a dwarf?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, he was a little dwarf.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Was he from Bynum?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, his people lived up in the country, Mt. Pleasant community. But Dr.
                            Ben Hackney lived here then, and Mr. Norwood was a kin to Dr. Hackney,
                            and he come here and stayed. They lived over yonder on the other side of
                            the road. And he went to school up here. Well, he and another girl,
                            Naomi Sturdevant, they were just about what you'd call a grade ahead of
                            me. We were not graded then like they grade them now, but they were
                            having their English class with just them two together. I remember that
                            mighty well, what Mr. Crook told me. And so I was through with my work
                            when they went on their class. He said, "Louise," he says, "come up here
                            and have this class with Naomi and Harry." And, well, the others in my
                            other classes, you know, that just tickled them, because I was going to
                            have to go on the grammar class, we called it. And so we were studying—I
                            remember what part we was a-studying—he had to know the subject, the
                            predicate, and the part of speech of every word in a sentence,
                            everything about it. The <gap reason="unknown"/> analysis, he called it.
                            That's what they were on, and that's what we were studying, had to study
                            that. He says, "You come up here and have this class with them." Well, I
                            went on. I sure did hate to go, but I didn't say a thing; I went on.
                            Well, we had about a four-line verse of poetry that we had to give the
                            analysis: subject, predicate,<pb id="p39" n="39"/> every part of speech,
                            every phrase and every clause in it, you know, everything about it.
                            Well, when I came and did mine, we had to write it down. They did
                            theirs. And, you know, I made better than either one of them, and I was
                            a class below them. And he looked at me <note type="comment"> [Laughter]
                            </note>—I never will forget it; it done me so much good, because he'd
                            already told us we didn't have a thimbleful of sense in our class, you
                            know, before—and he says, "Well, Louise," he says, "I never thought
                            you'd do that." Well, that helped me so much. It made me think more of
                            him <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> from then on, you know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Things like that will stay with you longer than anything else, I think,
                            that help. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Where did most of the teachers come from who taught in Bynum?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, now I don't know where Mr. Crook came from. He moved here. He lived
                            up on the hill in one of the houses, the company houses. They let him
                            have a house.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>They let him have a house?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Uh-huh. Well, Mr. Jerome, he wasn't married. And I don't remember. He had
                            some people at Pittsboro. It seems like he had a brother that was a
                            preacher or his father was a preacher. Anyway, he was a good man. And I
                            don't know where he stayed. Sometimes they would board with some of the
                            people, like the Lambeths and Atwaters, you know, like that, they would,
                            and I really don't know where Mr. Jerome stayed. Well, Miss Julia, she
                            lived here. Well, Miss Lillie Atwater, she was a teacher, but she was. .
                            . . We finally had two<pb id="p40" n="40"/> teachers in school, and she
                            taught the lower grades, and she had lived here for a long, long time.
                            And Miss Mary Griffin, she lived over in the Pittsboro community, my
                            first teacher. And then there was another one, Miss Lotta Moore. I don't
                            know where she was from. She was away from here somewhere, and I just
                            don't remember. It's been so long.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>You mentioned that when you wanted to go work in the mill, and Mr. Crook
                            said, "Well, why do you want her to drop some courses?" What happened
                            with that? Did you go work in the mill?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I didn't. I went on to school. He let me drop just a part of my work,
                            and so I could go on to schooling, and not have to. . . . He said, "She
                            don't never come with a bad lesson." He says, "She always knows her
                            lesson." He told my mother that. He says, "Why do you want her to give
                            up some of the work?" She says, "Well, she studies so hard, and," she
                            says, "she suffers with the headache till we've got to do something
                            about it." And so let me drop, I think it was history and geography.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Okay.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>See, there's a lot of reading in that.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <milestone n="2924" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:13:23"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>So then you finished school and went on. Did you go through all the
                            grades, like you graduated from high school?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, we didn't have no graduation in our schools here, and we just went,
                            most of them did, till they were old enough to quit and go to work. But
                            I didn't go to work as early as a lot of them did, and I just went on to
                            school. I don't know what grade I was in—I couldn't tell you—but it was
                            somewhere around the tenth or something like that, the way they grade
                            them now, because I was up towards the<pb id="p41" n="41"/> highest
                            classes when I quit school.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Like you said, there were only two people in the class ahead of you,
                            right?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, I guess that was the class above me. I was next to them.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did they try to keep people in school? Did the teachers try to . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, they did. They tried to get children to go to school, but they were
                            not forced to go then like they are now.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>So most of them did go to work in the mill when they were around what,
                            fourteen or fifteen?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, used to they would let them go to work about twelve years old, a
                            long time ago.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <milestone n="2924" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="01:14:31"/>
                    <milestone n="2925" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:14:32"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>But when did your brothers and sisters start working?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't know. They went to work before I came to <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> . They were all older than I was, you know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>When your father died and your mother was alone, did she get enough money
                            to live from your sisters and brothers working?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, yes, but it was mighty close living. She was a good provider, and
                            she knew how to make it go, but my mother had a hard time because she
                            wanted to do everything she could for us children, you know. And she did
                            work. Now when we lived out yonder, the second house from here, see,
                            there was no houses below us down there then, and that place, well, she
                            had it kind of cleaned up and had a big garden and a corn patch down
                            there. She'd have it plowed—somebody would plow it—and she'd work it
                            herself. I don't know how she lived to be as old as she did, she<pb
                                id="p42" n="42"/> worked so hard. But she'd have a good garden, and
                            we'd have a few chickens around the yard. They didn't have them like
                            they do now, you know. We'd have maybe six or eight hens, and we'd let
                            the hens set on the eggs and hatch . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Hatch chickens?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>. . . hatch chickens, and have frying-size chickens, raise our own
                            fryers. And that's the way we lived at home then, you know. And they
                            didn't have beef at the stores. We didn't have beef or things like that
                            then, like we do now. Now once in a while, maybe somebody that lived
                            kind of out in the country would kill a cow or a calf or something and
                            bring it here. He'd have it cut in big pieces, but he'd bring it in a
                            wagon or something and go around to the hill and sell it. And you'd go
                            out and look at it and tell him how much you want, he'd cut it off for
                            you. And that's the way we got our beef and stuff then. Of course, we
                            raised our own hog. Now my mother, she'd get her a hog in every year and
                            feed it and tend to it herself to have some homemade meat, side meat and
                            ham and shoulder and sausage at home, you know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did she make her own sausage and everything?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, yes, we made that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did she do a lot of canning of stuff from the garden?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, she didn't do as much as people do now. They didn't can as much.
                            Now she dried some stuff that could be dried, you know, and, well, she
                            canned some. But she really worked, and she loved to fish. Oh, she . .
                        .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Loved to fish?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p43" n="43"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Fish. Yes, she loved to fish. After I got up bigger, you know, and the
                            others, my two sisters were at work and my brother in the mill, and Roy,
                            of course, he was working in the store, well, she would work so hard
                            every morning and cook her dinner. And she was a good cook. We had
                            a-plenty. But she would get through her work, you know, and after dinner
                            go fishing. </p>
                        <milestone n="2925" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="01:17:38"/>
                        <milestone n="3357" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="01:17:39"/>
                        <p>And my sister that lived down here, Mrs. Neill, she loved to fish, and
                            Mrs. Abernathy and a Mrs. Murphy that lived here. And they would go
                            fishing.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Where would they fish?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, they went across the river some, and they went on down the river to
                            what they called Harkless.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Harkness?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Harkless. I don't know how you spell it; don't ask. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note> But they always called it Harkless down there,
                            the lower part of the river. And they would go and sit down, fix them a
                            place to sit, and their fishing poles, they'd have reed poles or cedar
                            poles. Well, they'd stick them in the ground, you know, and they'd let
                            them set their hooks out in the river. It was resting, in a way, if you
                            could have a good place to sit, you know. Well, I would go with them. I
                            was just a little girl. I'd go with them and have me a little bitty hook
                            and worms. If I could catch little minnows and perch, I'd stay, as long
                            as they'd bite. When they wouldn't bite, I'd come back home. But my
                            sisters used to say something to my mother. They were not fussing, but
                            they'd just tell her they was afraid she worked too hard of a morning to
                            get through to go fishing, you know, afraid she'd hurt herself too much.
                            But she really did love to fish. And she caught<pb id="p44" n="44"/> one
                            over the river one time, a carp that weighed thirteen pounds.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>My goodness. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>And how in the world she ever got that out with a hook, I don't know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, she was just thrilled to death over that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Would she go fishing like two or three times a week or almost every day
                            or . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>About two or three times. She'd get her ironing. . . . We had a
                            washerwoman, we called them, usually a colored woman, would come home
                            from their homes and wash for us. But she always done her ironing. And
                            she'd get through with her ironing; she'd get through with every bit of
                            her work before she'd go fishing.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <note anchored="yes">
                        <p>[Interruption.]</p>
                    </note>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>You were talking about your mother fishing, how she'd get her ironing
                            done and everything before she'd go. And then did she cook a lot of the
                            fish she caught?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, sometime, yes. They didn't catch them every day that length. Just
                            once in a while they'd catch a nice one. But they loved to go; if they
                            didn't catch a thing in the world, they loved to go fishing just the
                            same. And they would call it baiting their place. They fished with
                            cornbread. She'd put the cornbread and make the inside up in little
                            round balls and put it on the hook. They didn't fish with worms; they
                            fished with the cornbread bait. And then when they'd have some left,
                            they'd throw it in where they were fishing. They called it baiting the
                            place. Well, the fish would learn to come, you know, to get<pb id="p45"
                                n="45"/> something to eat there. And they'd have their places baited
                            to go fishing.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I see. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> Did men ever go fishing
                            with them?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, mostly the men was at work all then, and of course my mother didn't
                            have a husband, but the others did and they were at work. I reckon the
                            men fished some. I don't even remember. I know I was down at Harkless
                            one time with her, and I was standing over there near a tree and she was
                            sitting over <gap reason="unknown"/> , and she looked at me and she
                            says, "Louise, come here a minute." And I went over near her, you know.
                            She says, "Look over there." And right near where I was standing there
                            was a snake. She says, "I was afraid to tell you that there was a snake
                            there, to get out of the way," she says. "I was afraid you'd jump in the
                            river." She knew how afraid of them I was, you know?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Mm-hm.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>And that's the way she had to get. . . . She says, "Come here a minute,"
                            and I went over nearewr to her, and then she pointed and showed me the
                            snake over there where I'd been standing.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Was she afraid of some of the same things you were? Like was she afraid
                            of thunderstorms and snakes?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, she wasn't. Because I used to beg her. She'd go out on the porch,
                            maybe, if there was a cloud and it was lightning right much, and she'd
                            stand and look. And I'd just beg her; I'd say, "Mama, please come back
                            in the house." She wasn't afraid of them. She wasn't afraid of things,
                            anyway. That wasn't why I was afraid. She didn't put it into me, as the
                            saying is.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p46" n="46"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>When you finished school, what did you do? Did you go work in the mill
                            then?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>You know, the first mill here burnt down, and when they built this new
                            mill back, I went to work when it started. And I learned to wind in
                            there, and so I worked in there till I married. Well, I worked a little
                            while then, and when, Hetty's my oldest child, and then my mother got
                            poorly, and I didn't work any until my. . . . She only lived with us
                            about three years after that.</p>
                    </sp>
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                    <milestone n="2926" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:22:45"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How old were you when you first went into the mill?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>I don't know, but I was around eighteen or nineteen years old. I didn't
                            go in early like a lot of them did. But then after Hetty was born, and
                            then I had another baby right after my mother died. Well, it lived about
                            a year in all. It didn't have much help. It was a sickly child, but it
                            died. Well, I got so. . . . They had two shifts on down there then. When
                            I worked they didn't have but one; we just worked all day. But during
                            that time they had put on another one, and I worked some at nighttime. I
                            wouldn't work all night. They would let me work maybe about six hours or
                            something like that, extra, and when Paul would be at home with Hetty I
                            would go down there and work some, you know, at night to help out. And
                            the Depression came, you know, in 1928 on. Oh, we really had it
                        then.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>When you first went into the mill, you said you learned how to wind?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Mm-hm.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Do you remember who taught you how to wind?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, yes, Mrs. Ida Hearn. She lives at Carrboro now. She<pb id="p47"
                                n="47"/> was in the hospital last time I heard from her. When the
                            mill burnt down she was working here, but she went to Carrboro and
                            worked. Some of them did up there. They had a cotton mill up there then.
                            And a Johnson girl that used to live over the river; she's been dead
                            several years. They had one little winder down here in the old mill, and
                            she had worked on that. Well, they knew how to tie the knots and start
                            them up. Well, they learned all the rest of us then, that learned to
                            wind; they learned us how, taught us.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Who were the other people you were working with? Were most of them young
                            women like you?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. Well, now, Paul's sister, we worked right—I called it an
                            alley—together. My winder was over here, and hers was over here, the
                            sides. And we worked in the same alley together. And there would be
                            somebody along the other side. But most of them. . . . Well, now, there
                            was one young man. He worked on the other side of me. Because he had
                            spooled, we called it, in the old mill, and you tie the knots and all.
                            It's right much like the winding. And then, well, there was one or two
                            maybe older married women, young married women, but most of them was
                            just young girls like, you know, that went to work down there then.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did most of the women quit when they married?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, yes, they quit, and maybe if they had a child or two they'd go back
                            and work some like I did, you know, at night, to help out.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How long had you been working in the mill when you married? What year did
                            you marry?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p48" n="48"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>I married in 1923. And I have forgot whether this mill started in 1916 or
                            '17. </p>
                        <milestone n="2926" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="01:26:10"/>
                        <milestone n="2927" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:26:11"/>
                        <p>But anyhow, I went to work when this new mill. . . . We call it the new
                            mill now, because the old mill burnt down, and the old mill, it was a
                            wooden building. And the lightning struck it. I never will forget that.
                            Ooh, what a high . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Were you in one of these houses right here?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I was living up on the hill. And there was a bad thundercloud that
                            Sunday afternoon, and the lightning and all. But we had opened the door,
                            and one of the neighbor women, Mrs. Mabel Anderson, and her little boy
                            had come in to sit with us, you know, during the cloud? And my mother
                            opened the door, and I was sitting where I could see out the door, and I
                            could see the tower. It had a kind of a tower. Well, there's a picture
                            hanging in there on the wall of the old mill. They had steps to go. . .
                            . Well, they had an elevator, too, but they don't have no steps to go up
                            and down stairs. But they had two sets of steps out as you went in the
                            mill, you know, in the tower, then went up. And it struck twice that
                            Sunday evening in the tower and set it afire. And I looked down there,
                            and the blaze was just going up, and I said, "Lord have mercy." I said,
                            "The mill's afire." Well, everybody, by that time, was out. And they
                            didn't have the water. Well, they had the hose down there, just what
                            they could use at the mill, you know, but they didn't have the fire
                            stations like they do now to come in and help. Of course, they knew it
                            wasn't any good to put it on the mill, because that was wood, and there
                            was so much oil and cotton and all in there, and that thing just went up
                            right now. But they did put the water on the cotton house. It was<pb
                                id="p49" n="49"/> out thataway; that's the cotton house there. And
                            they were all wooden buildings then. But they were trying to keep the
                            other buildings from catching afire, too, you know. And a lot of them
                            would get water at the well pumps, the wells, you know, and just carry
                            two buckets at a time and try to on the outside and around the places,
                            to . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Everybody came down and started trying to put buckets up?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. Yes, they did.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <milestone n="2927" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="01:28:23"/>
                    <milestone n="3359" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="01:28:24"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Ooh.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>But they went to work, cleaning off the machinery and all. Now my oldest
                            brother, he worked. He stayed on here; he didn't leave. And he was
                            married. He lived in the house with me and my mother then. I wasn't
                            married. He had one child. But he stayed on here, and he helped work,
                            cleaning out the old machinery, and helped them work when they started
                            putting in the other. So he just stayed on here till they got ready to
                            start the other mill.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did the men have jobs then, working to rebuild it? Were they paid for
                            rebuilding and cleaning up and everything?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, if you had a machine to run, you had to clean that up. That was
                            included with your work, while you was in the mill, you know. But, of
                            course he got paid for going down there and helping, just like he was
                            working in the mill then. He was helping them clean up . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>After the fire.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>. . . after the fire. And getting ready for them to start the new
                            building.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Could any of the women earn money doing that, or were they<pb id="p50"
                                n="50"/> just laid off?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, there were not many of them that could do anything like that. There
                            was some of them like I spoke of then, too, that started winding with
                            us; they both left here and went somewhere else to work.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Went to Carrboro.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>And my sister that lives there at Carrboro now, she and her husband left
                            here. They moved to Carrboro and lived there a few years, and then they
                            moved to Mebane and lived there for several years.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>When you were first working in the new mill. . . . Well, let me back up
                            for a second. Were people real excited when the mill opened again and
                            real happy, and did you think that it was a beautiful . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, yes, they were. It was so much better than it was in the old mill,
                            you know. They were all happy with their work, in a way. But the new
                            ones that got old enough to go to work and learn, they had to come in
                            and learn, you know. A lot of us winders, we didn't know how to wind.
                            Some of them had worked in the mill before, but they didn't have winders
                            in the old mill except just one little frame that they used it for
                            something; I don't remember what. And when they put the winders in. . .
                            . They had what they called a warp mill donw there in the old mill, and
                            you spooled, run the thread on big old spools, they called them. They
                            were round at each end, and that run from the warp mill, in the warp
                            mill, and they baled that up and sold it thataway then. But after they
                            put the winders in, we run the yarn on cones, and they packed the cones
                            in boxes and sold the yarn like that then.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>When you started to work, you said you just worked during the day. What
                            time would you start?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p51" n="51"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>We'd go to work six of a morning, work till twelve</p>
                    </sp>
                    <p>
                        <note anchored="yes">
                            <p>[END OF TAPE 2, SIDE A]</p>
                        </note>
                    </p>
                </div2>
                <div2 id="tape2-b" n="2-B" type="tape_side">
                    <head>[TAPE 2, SIDE B]</head>
                    <note anchored="yes">
                        <p>[START OF TAPE 2, SIDE B]</p>
                    </note>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't know exactly, but I think it was somewhere around a dollar
                            a day. I couldn't say for sure; I just don't remember.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did everyone make about the same thing? Did the men and women make about
                            the same money?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, the men could make. . . . I reckon, maybe, that on the other jobs
                            different, they could make a little more than the women. The women were
                            mostly spinners in the spinning room, and the winding.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did the winders make more than the spinners, or about the same?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I reckon it was somewhere. . . . I just don't remember, but I think
                            the wages were around the same. We didn't get much then. But we had just
                            as much, in a way, as we have now. And I saved some money while I was at
                            work.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>You were able to save some money.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, I saved me some money. And I spent the last of it during the
                            Depression after we were married. And we had the two children during the
                            Depression, and Hetty, that girl that comed here, she was in the
                            hospital. She had mastoid trouble. And she never had been bothered with
                            the earache, but I always thought she got such a cold. They had the
                            schoolhouse up yonder, and they couldn't get the fires to going every
                            morning, and it would be so cold they'd send the children<pb id="p52"
                                n="52"/> outside in the sunshine. And she had such a cold that I
                            always thought that's what. . . . It just settled in her ear and had
                                <gap reason="unknown"/> . And she was sick a long time, and Dr.
                            CHAPIN, our doctor at Pittsboro, he came to see her. And he finally told
                            me, he says, "Well, you'll just have to carry her to McPherson's and let
                            them see if they're what needs". . . . He says, "It got to be something
                                <gap reason="unknown"/> ." Well, she lost so much weight. That was
                            the poorest little child, just skin and bones, as the saying is. And we
                            carried her up there, and they examined her, and they told us—of course,
                            we didn't tell her—that she would have to have an operation. And we told
                            her after we come back home. I was to go back in a few days with her.
                            And we told her we was going to carry her up for treatment; that's
                            right. And she didn't know they were going to operate, and she still
                            didn't know they operated till after it was over with.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>And I went with her. She stayed ten days up there, and I went and stayed.
                            I didn't come out of that hospital during that time. I stayed right in
                            there with her.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did they put her to sleep?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. And so I think it was about the second time that they dressed her
                            head, and the nurse forgot and left a little tray there on the table.
                            Well, they packed stuff in it, just like what I call gauze tape, you
                            know, that we sew. It looked just like that. Well, they'd just pull and
                            pull and pull. Well, I never seen so much. I don't know how in the world
                            they got so much in her head. And the nurse forgot and left the tray
                            there one day, on the table. And she saw it. She says, "Mama," she says,
                            "I believe they operated on me." She says, "You<pb id="p53" n="53"/>
                            look at there, what they got out of my head." And I told her then that
                            they did. See, she was through with the operation; I knew that wouldn't
                            excite her. But she says, "I believe they've operated on me."</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How old was she?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>She was nine years old. And Dr. McPherson, he was head of the hospital,
                            the older, but he had quit operating. He'd had a nervous breakdown. But
                            he always went in and stood and watched them, you know. And the first
                            time they dressed her, he'd come out with the nurse and the other
                            doctor. And he says, "Well, Hetty"—she didn't groan; she didn't holler;
                            she was the best thing—he says, "Well, Hetty," he says, "Well, I
                            declare," he says, "Most of the grown people, when we do what we've done
                            to you, they holler, but," he says, "you haven't said a word." <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> But she got along real good. But
                            I declare, that child, she was just gone, so far as weight was
                            concerned, when we went up there with her. She had suffered so much. And
                            that was during the Depression; that's why it hit us hard.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you have to pay them in cash for the . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, Dr. McPherson told us, he says, "If you will get fifty dollars to pay
                            for the room and board," he says, "you can pay the doctors then after
                            your work picks up." He says, "You pay that long as you have it." Well,
                            now, you think going there and staying ten days and nights, for fifty
                            dollars. And you can't stay at a hospital now one day for fifty dollars.
                            Well, we didn't have that money. I had just a little bit that I had
                            saved, not enough to pay it, but Mr. Carey Durham, hadn't been running
                            this store very long down here, and Paul went down there to him and told
                            him, you know, what we needed,<pb id="p54" n="54"/> that we needed fifty
                            dollars. Well, he let us have the money. Well, just as soon as Paul's
                            work picked up, he commenced paying it back to him, you know. But we
                            paid it back to him. But I didn't have any money to carry with me to go
                            out to get me something to eat. My people, they would come to see Hetty
                            every day, you know. Well, my sister lived at Carrboro then, and my
                            little boy was about two years old. And Paul went up there and carried
                            him up there to her the first day or two, and Paul stayed up there, and
                            he'd come back and forth, you know, go back and forth to see her. And
                            she'd fix me a box of chicken and stuff, you know, send it to me to eat.
                            Well, I had plenty to eat, and I had a cousin lived out there at West
                            Durham. She came out there to see us, and she sent me a box of something
                            to eat. They knew how it was with us, you know. It wasn't only us; it
                            was a lot of people that was in that shape then. And so the nurse one
                            day. . . . There was one woman in there in the room where Hetty and I
                            were; there was only two patients in that room. And her little
                            granddaughter came—she was, I think, about eleven or twelve years
                            old—nearly every day, and stayed part of the day with her. Well, they'd
                            bring the lady—I forgot her name—her lunch and Hetty's, you know. Well,
                            they wouldn't eat near all of it. And one day the nurse was in there,
                            and she says, "Mrs. Jones," she says, "if Hetty leaves anything on her
                            tray that you'd like," she says, "you eat it." She says, "We don't do a
                            thing but throw it away when we carry it back in yonder." Well, after
                            that, if it was anything I especially liked. . . . But I had a-plenty to
                            eat. And Hetty didn't like sweet milk, and they'd bring her sweet milk
                            every time. And there was a colored man that would come in every
                                morning<pb id="p55" n="55"/> and clean up. And we knew him by name—I
                            don't remember it now—but she said one morning, she told him, she says,
                            "I don't like sweet milk." And he says, "Well, Hetty," he said, "do you
                            like buttermilk?" She said, "Yes." He says, "Well, you're getting
                            buttermilk hereafter; you won't get any more sweet milk." And they never
                            brought her no more sweet milk. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                            They brought her buttermilk after that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, this lady didn't like her sweet milk much, but the little girl that
                            came and stayed with her grandmother, she liked sweet milk, and she
                            drank Hetty's and this other lady's. Near about every time she'd be
                            there at mealtime, she drink the sweet milk. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>But they were all so good to us and friendly.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How did you get back and forth? Did you have a car then?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, we had one, but we had a Model T Ford; they were open, you know. But
                            I just stayed up there. The nurse told me, she says—of course, Hetty was
                            small, you know, and she was so thin—she says, "Mrs. Jones," she says,
                            "I'll give you a pillow, and if you can lay on the bed, put your head
                            towards the foot, if you can lay on the bed with Hetty," she says, "it
                            won't cost you nothing to stay here." And she gave me a blanket, you
                            know, to spread over, and that's the way I slept. Well, I had plenty of
                            room, because Hetty was so little. And so when we got ready to bring her
                            home, we were living out there in that house, and a neighbor lived
                            across the street from us, and he had a closed-in car. And he brought
                            Paul up there that. . . .<pb id="p56" n="56"/> We was going to bring her
                            home in that, you know, so she wouldn't take cold. And I had one dollar
                            with me up there, and I sent downtown and brought her a little bathrobe,
                            the heavy kind, you know, to wear home over the other clothes. I didn't
                            want her to take cold. And so Herbert Williams. . . . And he's just got
                            out of the hospital at Chapel Hill. I told Paul last night, I says,
                            "We've got to go see Herbert." And he went up there and brought her home
                            that Sunday.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Was it real unusual for a child from Bynum to go up to the hospital?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes. Yes, it was. It wasn't often that one had to go <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did grownups go very often, either?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't think there was too much going to the hospital along then,
                            not that I remember. Not like it is now; every time anybody gets sick,
                            it's go to the hospital now.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Right.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>And if they could be treated at home, I think sometimes they'd be better
                            off at home. I'm old-timey.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <milestone n="3359" unit="empty" type="stop" timestamp="01:41:45"/>
                    <milestone n="2928" unit="excerpt" type="start" timestamp="01:41:46"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I wanted to talk to you about your mother's work with sick people. You
                            told us the other day that she spent a lot of time taking care of sick
                            people and . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, she did.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>. . . visiting sick people and . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>She did her own housework and all, but she'd go. It was mostly at night,
                            you know, when she'd go be with a woman. Sometimes<pb id="p57" n="57"/>
                            it'd be during the day, but it was mostly at night. And I slept with
                            her, you know. And when she'd have to go at night, I'd sleep with my
                            older sister, and I wouldn't like it a bit in the world because I had to
                            sleep with her and Mama was going out, you know. Somebody was sick. That
                            was me. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How did they call her or get in touch with her when . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>They'd just come, you know. It was all here in the hill together. They'd
                            just come after her to come go be with her. And she was with a lot of
                            women around here then.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Would she go when they were beginning to deliver a baby?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Mm-hm.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Would they come get her when they were in labor?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, when they'd start, they'd come and get her, and she'd stay till it
                            was over with. And she'd carry me the next day when she'd go back to see
                            them, to see the little baby, because I loved babies so much, you know.
                            And she'd put them on a pillow and let me hold them.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p><note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> Did she actually deliver the
                            baby most of the time?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, there was usually a doctor there. Now she did. . . . That little boy
                            that I was talking about thinking so much of us, you know . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>. . . and I come so near to getting a whipping about I didn't want his
                            mother to spank him. They moved across over yonder in the country; they
                            left the hill and moved over there on a farm. Well, she had another
                            child then after that, and he came over here<pb id="p58" n="58"/> after
                            my mother, to go over there and be with her, she was sick? And he had to
                            go to Pittsboro on horseback after the doctor. Dr. Farthing was the
                            doctor over there then. And that baby was born before the doctor got
                            there. She was the only one there with the woman, but she took care of
                            her. And it got along all right.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Was that the only time you remember that happening, that the doctor
                            didn't make it?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, that's the only time I remember hearing her tell it. They was
                            usually here with her when one would be born.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How did she start taking care of women when they were delivering
                        babies?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I just don't know, because she'd been doing it ever since I could
                            remember.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Had her mother done the same thing?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, if she had, I don't know it. But my mother, I know she could just
                            hold up under anything. Now if one got hurt, if one got cut real bad,
                            she'd go and fix it up, you know. They didn't take stitches in
                            everything then like they do now, and she'd go and fix it up for them. I
                            think I told you about the little boy falling in the fire and burning
                            his hands so, and she took care of his hands. They were all right.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>With someone who got hurt like that, would the doctor even come?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't remember, but unless they were bound and compelled to have
                            the doctor, they'd usually get her to go.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p59" n="59"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I see.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>She could just hold up. I remember hearing her tell one time, when she
                            went to dress that child's hands, his father had him and his mother had
                            him, and they both got sick, you know, and had to give him up. She said
                            she told them, she says, "Well, somebody's got to hold him." She says,
                            "I got to fix his hands." You see, there she was, going through with
                            every bit of it, and they were all getting sick, couldn't stand it.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did people ever pay her or give her anything for helping?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No. Maybe they'd give her a Christmas present or something after that,
                            but that was all she ever got.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <milestone n="2928" unit="excerpt" type="stop" timestamp="01:46:09"/>
                    <milestone n="3360" unit="empty" type="start" timestamp="01:46:10"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did she have any special remedies that she would suggest that people
                            take, like would people bring babies to her, maybe, who had the croup?
                            Did she give them something?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, no, they wouldn't bring. . . . She treated her own, <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> but that was one thing that she was afraid of,
                            was the croup, because, you see, she lost her first baby with that
                            membrous croup. And we all had it some more or less, the croup, along
                            then.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>What did you call it, again? Membrous?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Membrous. It's membrous croup, or something like that. She had the
                            doctor, but he couldn't do a thing for him. He just died right out; he
                            just couldn't get his breath. But she was always afraid when one had the
                            croup. She would get nervous over that again, more so than anything
                            else, after that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did she ever suggest that people take medicine or take . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p60" n="60"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't remember, but I imagine she did know things, you know.
                            Maybe they'd ask her about it. And she had a lot of home remedies that
                            she would use at home, you know, and oh, I don't know when I. . . . I
                            was scared to death of a doctor. I was scared of everything when I was a
                            child. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>And I was just scared to death of a doctor. I don't know whether I ever
                            did go to a doctor. I was sick right much when I was a baby. Of course,
                            I didn't remember that. But after then, she just doctored me at home
                            when I got sick. I never did have a doctor.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>What would she give you? Do you remember her ever giving you
                        medicine?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, nothing, only just cold remedies, and that's about all I'd have.
                            And maybe in the spring of the year, we'd have the bowel trouble, the
                            stomach would get upset, you know, and she'd give us a little something,
                            just a home remedy. I know my aunt that lived down there—I was telling
                            Hetty the other day—she had bought her some potted meat, this little
                            canned potted meat? And it was good, now, because I used to, nearly
                            every spring when I was a child, my stomach would get upset, and Aunt
                                <gap reason="unknown"/> would say, "Louise, get you some potted
                            meat, and it'll help it," and it would. It would stop it, near about
                            every time.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Hm.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>And just remedies and things like that, you know, was what we used then
                            so much.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did she ever make anything up to give to people, like honey<pb id="p61"
                                n="61"/> and lemon, or . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, if she did, I don't remember. She maybe would tell them, you know,
                            what she thought was good, and if they wanted to use it they would.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Do you remember what she'd give you when you had a cold or a sore throat
                            or something?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>, she didn't give me
                            anything much, because I couldn't take it. Everything in this world I
                            tried to swallow would make me sick as a dog when I was a child. I never
                            did take much; I just went on and toughed it out. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p><note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> Gee. Did your mother ever treat
                            men? Did they ever call her when a man would get sick?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No. She just went when the women were sick, when they needed her.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Would she ever go be with women except when they were having babies, like
                            if something else was wrong with them?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, no, not unless it was absolutely necessary for somebody to go in
                            and help take care of them, she did. It was just mostly when the birth
                            of a child.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Do you remember anything about women needing her, maybe, when they would
                            miscarry a baby or something like that?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I don't, because they didn't tell us things like that, you know, like
                            they teach children now. We didn't know. Talking about Santa Claus,
                            well, my sister finally told me who Santa Claus was.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>I never did find out. Oh, I was just wrapped up in Santa<pb id="p62"
                                n="62"/> Claus, you know. And we was living out yonder <note
                                type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>, and I was a good-sized little
                            girl. I remember. It was Evvie, that one that's at Carrboro. She says,
                            "Louise, don't you know who Santa Claus is?" I said, "No." She says,
                            "Well, Ma is your Santa Claus." I said, "That's not so, Evvie." She
                            says, "Yes, she is." And that's how I found out who Santa Claus was.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>
                            <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note>
                        </p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>And I was that old.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did that make you feel better?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, no, I don't think you enjoy Christmas after that like you did when
                            you <gap reason="unknown"/>. Of course, we didn't see Santa Claus when
                            he come; had been, I'd have been scared to death. <note type="comment">
                                [Laughter] </note> But they'd leave our things, you know. We'd go to
                            bed, and they'd leave our things where we could find them.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>What did you usually get for Christmas when you were little?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, a doll is what I had. I loved dolls. I played dolls more than
                            anything else when I was little.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did the other little girls do that, too?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Some of them did. Now there was one lived here, Mrs. Moore—Mrs. Flossie
                            Durham was her sister—now she was about the age of my brother. She was a
                            little older than I was, but she loved dolls. And Mr. Bynum's little
                            girl was about her age, too. They were both older than I was. But we
                            played dolls together. Now the stair steps goes up in that old room in
                            there, and under the stair steps there's a little closet. That's the way
                            they used to build old houses, you know. Well, Fleeta, that was the
                            girl's name . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>What is there under the stairs, a closet?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p63" n="63"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Just a little closet back in there, you know, where it goes down to where
                            it. . . . But there wasn't room for nothing much. Now I keep my canned
                            fruit in it. It's in there where we have a fire. And I have my boxes of
                            canned stuff. I said fruit; well, it's snap beans and tomatoes and
                            things. It's a good place to keep things like that. But Fleeta had a
                            playhouse, a doll house, we called it, in hers. And Mary Bynum, they had
                            a closet, but it was different from that out at her house, and she had a
                            doll house. And we'd have little, just homemade little furniture, you
                            know. Just beds, and I had a bed; I think my mother made it for me. And
                            just about that long. And we'd have the mother doll, the brother, and
                            the father. And they made little bitty dolls then. And we'd have little,
                            little dolls with long dresses on, the little baby. That's the way we
                            played dolls. And, oh, we had a good time.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How old were you when you quit doing that? Would you have been pretty
                            close to twelve or so?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, maybe around ten or something like that before we quit playing
                            dolls.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did you want to grow up and have babies?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh, law, I didn't get grown until I was way past grown. I never did grow
                            up and want to be out with people, you know. I wanted to stay at
                        home.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>But did you want to have babies and take care of babies and . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I wanted children but I dreaded having them. You know how you
                            suffered with them. When I married, I dreaded having them, but I wanted
                            children. I had three. And I enjoy tending to them. Oh,<pb id="p64"
                                n="64"/> yeah. I enjoy tending to a baby. I never left them for
                            nothing.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>You said that you weren't taught about sex or anything like that. Do you
                            remember how you first learned where babies came from, or . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I think just gradually, as you grow, you learn a little more and a
                            little more. They never did come right out and tell us. Now there were
                            some that were done a little earlier than others, but they didn't tell
                            them like they do now, you know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, did you sort of hook up what your mother was doing, going to help
                            women deliver babies, to know?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I thought the doctors brought them.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Oh. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yeah, they'd tell me the doctor brought so-and-so, give so-and-so, a
                            baby. <gap reason="unknown"/> . One time there was a lady, Mrs. Brown,
                            and she had a family. She had children coming on, you know, like maybe
                            two and three years apart. And she went one night, and Mrs. Brown had a
                            baby. And she had one maybe two years or between two and three years
                            old. The next morning <gap reason="unknown"/> she said, "Mrs. Brown's
                            got a little baby the doctor brought her last night." And I just
                            preached him out. I says, "Why in this world, Ma, couldn't he give you
                            that baby?" I says, "You know you've got somebody can help you take care
                            of it." And I said, "Why didn't he give you that baby? Mrs. Brown's got
                            a baby; she didn't need it." Now that's the way I felt about it then,
                            you know. I was a little <gap reason="unknown"/> .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p><note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> Was there anyone else around
                            like your mother who would care for people who were sick, or helped
                            deliver babies?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, there wasn't, not along then, but now in later years,<pb id="p65"
                                n="65"/> after my mother passed away, Louise Durham over yonder that
                            lived at Miss Flossie's?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Mm-hm.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Her mother was like my mother about going around helping people in their
                            sickness and children, babies especially. She was so good with babies.
                            She come to my house a lot when my baby that died was sick, you know,
                            and helped me with him, tell me what she thought would be good for him
                            and what to rub him with, cold remedies, you know, and things like that.
                            And she was really good.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>What was her name, do you remember?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Mrs. Ida Smith.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>So she sort of took your mother's place after . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>In a way. Of course, it was several years after that, but she did along
                            like my mother did with the people here, you know. She'd go. If they had
                            a sick child, they'd maybe send for Mrs. Ida, or if she'd know it, she'd
                            go anyway.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Did people always want her to come? Do you remember ever anyone not
                            wanting her to come?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, I never remembered that. I know she stayed. . . . When my baby that
                            was so sick, Dr. CHAPIN was tending to him, and we had had the flu, and
                            he had bronchial pneumonia and he got <gap reason="unknown"/> with that.
                            And in a week or two he took the other pneumonia. It used to last nine
                            days before they'd make a change, you know, for better or worse. And
                            she'd come to my house every day, and she'd grease him from head to foot
                            with the cold remedies, you know. Well, that did help.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p66" n="66"/>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>What was it, do you know?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, she'd just mix maybe some turpentine and lard and camphor and maybe
                            the croup remedy we'd have together, you know. And so he come to see him
                            every day, and he says, "Well, now, you all doctor the outside; I'll
                            doctor the inside." Well, he pulled through. He made a change. And I
                            held that child in my lap—for nine days and nights, I didn't go to
                            bed—on a pillow. But the ninth day, when he made his change, I thought
                            he was gone. And my half-sister that I was telling you about, she was
                            there with me. She was living over there with Roy then; he lived over
                            yonder at that house on the highway. And she was there with me. And I
                            says, " <gap reason="unknown"/> ," I says, "take Paul Elbert"—that was
                            his name—and so she took him. And I didn't give him up at all until that
                            day. But he got better. And when Dr. Chaffin come to see him, and he had
                            the brightest brown eyes; they were just as bright all the time he was
                            sick. And he says, "Well," he says, "he's got the brightest eyes, to be
                            as sick as he is." And after he made his change, then he came back and
                            he says, "Well," he says, "it wasn't what we done." He says, "It's what
                            the Lord done for him that brought him through." That was what he told
                            me. But he died then in about six or seven months after that. He had
                            colitis. And he was real sick for about three weeks with that, and he
                            finally passed away.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Could they do anything for that?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, they did all that they could. We changed his milk, and they gave
                            him medicine and everything, but it just wasn't intended, I reckon, for
                            him to get better. And it was in January, I think, when he had the
                            pneumonia like that, and it was in, I think, about July when<pb id="p67"
                                n="67"/> he died. You see, he didn't have too much strength <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> up from the other. It hadn't been so long, you
                            know, since he'd been that sick, and I think that was one reason that
                            they couldn't do much for him.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Do you remember, when your mother would go around and help women deliver
                            babies, do you ever remember any of the women getting in real serious
                            trouble with the delivery, and maybe dying?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, no, I don't remember hearing her say much about that, because I was
                            too small then, you know.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>It always sort of came out okay?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Yes, pretty good <gap reason="unknown"/> .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>How long did she continue to do that, until you were married?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No, unh-uh, no. She hadn't been doing that in several years before she
                            died, because as she got older, you know, she wasn't able to get out and
                            go so much at night and all. And she hadn't done that in several years
                            before she died.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Who had started doing that?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, I don't know. Now, that Mrs. Ida Smith that I was telling you
                            about, she was good to go, but she didn't go, I don't think, <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> cases like that as much as my mother. I don't
                            know. They finally got to having places more. Now they had a clinic at
                            Pittsboro, Dr. MATHESEN; of course, that's just been in the later years.
                            He's over there now, but he don't have his clinic.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>When you had your own babies, did you go to the hospital to have
                        them?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>No.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>You had them at home? Who delivered them?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <pb id="p68" n="68"/>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Dr. Chaffin. He was the doctor at Pittsboro.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>Was there anyone with you? I mean, was there a woman?</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>My mother was with me for the first one. And then my sister-in-law and a
                            neighbor lady, Mrs. Snyder, that lived out here, she would go sometimes.
                            I sent out there after her that night.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>I wanted to ask you about how you met your husband and how you decided to
                            get married and all that.</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p><note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note> Well, he told you, you know,
                            that he'd lived on a farm. Well, they moved over the river. There was
                            land over there with that house, and they farmed, but he finally come to
                            work over here. But when I went to work, his sister went to work, and we
                            were the ones that were working in the alley together? And we were
                            together a whole lot. And I don't know, we just finally got to going
                            together. I don't know how. <note type="comment"> [Laughter] </note></p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk3">
                        <speaker n="3">MARY FREDERICKSON:</speaker>
                        <p>What did you do like when you were what people call dating now, or
                            courting? Did you go ride around together, or did you go to church
                            together or . . .</p>
                    </sp>
                    <sp who="spk1">
                        <speaker n="1">LOUISE RIGGSBEE JONES:</speaker>
                        <p>Well, when they had church at night, he'd come and we'd go together. But
                            we'd go ride to ballgames; then they had cars by that time, you know,
                            and his father had a car and he could use it when he wanted it, him and
                            his brothers. And we'd go to Pittsboro, maybe, to the ballgame or out
                            like that. We didn't go around too much. And sometimes we'd go <gap
                                reason="unknown"/> shopping, and</p>
                    </sp>
                    <p>
                        <note anchored="yes">
                            <p>END OF INTERVIEW</p>
                        </note>
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