Copyright notice

"Listening to History" has been reprinted with permission from The News & ObserverCopyright 1998-2008.

For personal use and not for further distribution. Image reproductions are available for purchase from the News & Observer.

News and Observer

Printer-friendly page
Average: 3.8 (10 votes)

Hattie Brown: A Freedom Story

by David Cecelski. "Listening to History," News & Observer. Published 8/9/1998. Copyrighted.
Reprinted with permission.

I spoke with Hattie Brown as we walked through the old graveyard in Goshen, a black farming community in Jones County. She had a story for each of the dead. Her most striking memories were her grandmother's stories of slavery days. The first time I met her, we talked for an hour and her remembrances still had not reached the Civil War.

Slaves could not legally read or write, but they preserved their history in song, sermon and saying. Brown attests to the enduring power of that oral tradition. Now 70 years old, a tobacco farmer most her life, she has never forgotten the stories of slavery told by her grandmother, Luvenia Smith Loftin.

She began her account by telling me about Luvenia's father, a slave rebel named Luke Smith.

In Hattie Brown's words: 
Hattie Brown. Photo by Chris Seward, 1998. To request permission for further use or to purchase a print, please contact the News & Observer.
I was told by my grandmother, Luvenia, that she was freed when she was 14 years old. She was born in 1848, at Richard Oldfield's plantation in White Oak, a little settlement out of Maysville. I knew her for a long time. Granddaddy died in 1927, and Luvenia came to live with us here in Goshen. That's when she told us most of the stories about slavery. My father would be working off somewhere, mostly logging, and my mother would be in the fields with the larger children. My little brother and I would be with my grandmother.

My grandmother mentioned many, many things about growing up under slavery. At the Oldfields', they were cleaning up new places to farm.

They would dig up trees, getting more and more land ready to be cleared. That was extremely hard work, I know it was. The women would plow and keep the children, see that everything was right around the house. Luvenia did a lot of baby-sitting. They also grew cotton. They had to be out early, stay out late, and they had to keep moving steady.

My grandmother's daddy was named Luke Smith. They called him Pardee. He would run away a whole lot of the time, she said. Luke would get upset and go away. Then they would put out a search party till they found him, bring him back and whip him. This happened many, many times, but he would always do it again.

The last time, he got a real bad whipping, but he ran away again and he stayed longer this time. He didn't come back to the plantation.

They got upset because Luke was one of the best working slaves. Finally, his master promised Luvenia's mother, Melissa, that he wouldn't whip Luke anymore if she would go get him back. I don't know how Melissa arranged it, but she contacted Luke and told him, and they didn't whip him anymore. That was just before they got free. That was the beginning of the end of slavery.

Luke did whatever he could to educate himself. He would get Luvenia books whenever he could, the master not knowing what he was up to, of course. Sometimes, late at night, when everybody up at the Big House was asleep, that's when they got a chance to study a little bit.

Luke had a place way down in the woods. He thought the place would be hidden. He planted himself some pumpkins and he raised a few hogs and chickens. Once, his master saw him when he was bringing one of his prized pumpkins to the house. "Where did you get that?, " his master said.

"I planted it, I grew it, " Luke told him.

"I'm going to have to take that, " his master said.

"This is mine, this is mine, " Luke said.

"No, it isn't yours, " his master said. "You are my property and property can't own property."

That made Luke so angry, that's when he decided to change his name to Smith. He had been an Oldfield up till then.

When the Civil War came, Luke heard that if you ran away and made it to Fort Totten, in New Bern, you'd be free. So, one night, Luke got the family together and crossed the White Oak River. The two older children, Luvenia and Anthony, were able to walk and swim the river all right. But they just barely made it. The water was up to her nose. Luke had to come back and save her. Luke took the smaller children on his back. You know it was hard on them all, it had to be. They were so frightened. But then they had their freedom when they got to New Bern.

Luvenia became a midwife and a doctor of sorts. Everybody would come to her. I have a scar on my leg. I was about 6, I suppose, when I hurt it. I was sort of tomboyish-like and I was being bad and I was told to quit climbing. I had jumped off a bench which had a nail sticking out of it and it cut me really, just like you would open a fish. The bigger kids grabbed me up and took me to find my grandma. A place like that today would require about 20 stitches, I would say. But after she rinsed the cut off, she took an egg, cracked an egg, and - you know that little white skin that's inside the egg shell? She peeled that off, out of the raw egg. She put it right over the wound, and sort of took her hands and brought it together like and put a cloth- didn't have any bandages then- and it knitted back.

Luvenia knew every herb you could mention. Lion's tongue, an herb with striped leaves that grows near the swamp, was good for the kidneys. Rabbit tobacco is good for colds, coughs, bronchitis, asthma. Mullein is good for swelling. Red oak bark was supposed to cleanse the blood. Green pine needles were supposed to open up your breathing passages. Peach tree leaves were good for swelling. Huckleberry leaves was a good cure for diabetes. Pepper grass is better than Tums. It's a weed that grows about this tall, and small leaves, and it tastes better than turnip greens. Real good.

Once, when grandma was still a slave, the mistress's little girl wandered off and fell in a well. Everybody was concerned and upset, and Luvenia went out, found her, and pulled the girl out of the well. She was a little girl herself, about 6 years old. Her mistress was so happy that she said: "I'm going to give you a real treat. I'm going to really reward you." Luvenia came up to the house. She would always have to go around to the back, you know. "Here's you a nice biscuit and a piece of ham, " her mistress said. My grandmother said that ham biscuit was just like a thousand dollars to her then!

My grandmother passed away in 1941. Toward the end, she often talked about being lonely. Nobody still around had been through what she had been through. She told these stories again and again. She drilled them into us. She knew that, from time to time, hard times would come upon us, and, sure enough, she was right. She wanted us to know what she had been through. She meant us never to forget.

Additional Resources:

Audio Recording: Interview with Hattie Brown by David S. Cecelski, 22 November, 1994, K-0030, in the Southern Oral History Program Collection #4007, Southern Historical Collection, Wilson Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

Image Credits:

Seward, Chris. "Hattie Brown."  Photograph. 1998. To request permission for further use or to purchase a print, please contact the News & Observer. 

Origin - location: