Childhood Memories of Annie L. Burton

We are not sure if the photo in this book is actually Annie L. Burton or one of the other writers included in the volume. The woman pictured on the cover may just be an actress, but let’s assume she looks like Burton because her story is totally compelling and invites discussion.

For us, it was encountered for the first time in years on Margaret Busby’s definitive set African girls. After identifying the traits of many of the pre-Revolutionary people who lived in the Northeast, we felt it was time to balance geography and venture south again. Narratives of slave women And Burton’s story is a media portal.

Busby’s Brief Synopsis provides an engaging introduction about Burton, noting that she was born into slavery around 1860. “Her father was a white man from Liverpool, England,” Busby begins, “and she was freed in infancy by the Union Army. She moved north in 1879 She was one of the first black immigrants there from the southern United States during the post-Civil War era.

“First as a laundress,” Busby continued, “and later as a cook, she supported herself successfully in Boston and New York. Taking responsibility for raising her nephew, she moved to Georgia, eventually becoming a restaurateur in Jacksonville, Florida, and later in Boston, where she saw Her nephew is in college. She married Samuel Burton in 1888.” Burton Published Memories of childhood slavery In 1909, and the extract below is from her opening chapters, where she begins to recall a happy life on the farm.

“The memory of my happy, care-free childhood on the farm, with my little fellows, white and black, is often with me. Neither master nor mistress nor neighbors had time to give us a clue, for the great Civil War was raging. That great event in American history was a matter of Quite outside our childish interests. Of course we heard our elders discuss the various events of the great struggle, but it meant nothing to us. On the farm there were ten white children and fourteen colored children. We spent our days wandering from farm to farm, without knowing or caring What happens in the great world beyond our little world. Planting time and harvest time were happy days for us. How many times at harvest time farmers discovered stalks of corn missing from the ends of rows, and blamed it on crows! We were called “little fairy devils.” To sweet potatoes And peanuts and sugarcane, we helped ourselves too.

“These unmarried slaves were giving food from the big house, and about half past eleven they were sending the older children with food to the workmen in the fields. Of course, I went on, and before we got to the fields we had almost eaten the food. When the workmen got home they complained , and we were whipped. The slaves had their allowance every night two of molasses, meat, cornmeal, and a kind of flour called ‘shoveling’ or ‘short.’ This allowance might be taken away before the next Monday night, in which case the slaves would steal pigs and chickens. Then comes the flogging function.The master himself never flogged his slaves.He left that to the overseer.