Dey b'longed to Mr. Alex Johnson an' whil'st I was a baby my mammy, my brudder Henry, an' me was sol' to Marse Sam Murry Sandell

"My mammy was Ellen S

The poor, poor women of that stricken region say that little Mammy was the only alleviation God left them after Sheridan passed through; and the richer ones say very much the same thing

My mammy was Harr'et Thompson.

My mammy was a big sportly woman an' brung a lot er money an' my pappy, he brung nine hun'erd.

Her mammy was a full blooded African though, a great big woman.

"Mammy was a fiel' han'.

My mammy was Mary Denham befo' she mar'ied.

My mammy was her master's daughter by a colored woman.

My mammy was Jane Weathersby, an' she b'long ter old man Weathersby in Amite County.

Her mammy was a full blooded African though, a great big woman.

no farther; but after a while I exclaimed with a comfortable feeling of magnanimity; "Yes, dear mamma, you may give Aunty Patton the five dollarsand I'll get papa to buy me the comb!" Mammy was a great judge of character, and when she once made up her mind not to like a person, it was very difficult to make her change her sentiments.

My daddy's name was Sam, same as mine, and mammy's was Mollie.

I'se often heard my mammy was redish-lookin' wid long, straight, black hair.

My mammy was a worker and as the sayin' is, I was a chip off the old block.

My mammy was the cook.

My old mammy was a slave before me.