Descriptions of names that have been redacted: [5] = my maternal grandfather [3] = my mother ----- 5:10 [5]: It was the last house on the street. Joyce: That was on Heard Avenue. We were the last house. Daddy built that house. [5]: Yep, sho did. [3]: Your Daddy built that house? [5]: Yeah, un-huh, sho did. 5:27 Joyce: And when they were getting a divorce, y'all moved into uh, over there [... unclear] [5]: Bowden Homes Joyce: Huh? [5]: Bowden Homes Joyce: And uh, and y'all had, Momma had that house built up there in Milledgeville after that [5]: Mm-hmm [...] [5]: I spent a lot of times during the summer time up here [with] Uncle Tom. When he had that store out in the woods. 6:23 [3]: So what'd he [Uncle Tom] do, moonshine or just a store? [5]: Just a store. Well, he moonshined, too! [laughter] [5]: Him and Daddy both! 18:31 [5]: Mama tried work, but she wasn't able. [3]: She wasn't able, so she didn't really work? [5]: Nu-unh. [3]: What did your Daddy do? [5]: He done a little bit of everything. [3]: He was like a little handyman, whatever needed doing? [5]: Well, haul, cut wood, and stuff like that. And he always worked for hisself, more or less. Joyce: [some inaudible comments in the background]. He owned these trucks, and he had these black workers. 19:31 [5]: They was, a little, Daddy was strict when he was drinkin'. [...] Well, best I can remember. Joyce: That's why Mama left him. He got where he drank so bad. 21:45 Daddy's Daddy lived behind the house on Heard Avenue, thought he had tuberculosis [5]: All I know is one of 'em lived in the little house right behind the house... on Heard Avenue. [3]: Which one was this one? [5]: I think it was my Daddy's Daddy. Joyce: It was. That was on Heard Avenue. See, they thought he had TB. [5]: Yeah. Joyce: And he built a little hou--a little place right there behind that house on Heard Avenue for him to live in. [...] Joyce: Come to find out it wasn't TB. Later, it was, he had scars on his, uh, on his lungs and all. It was where had pneumonia. And it wasn't TB. After that he come back and stayed in the house some. But Daddy did build him a hou--uh, a room back of the house. 23:20 Joyce: And Granny Collins, if she was there, and I had a short dress on, that was too short. I had to get something else [laughter] [5]: So Granny Smith took up for you, and Granny Collins got on to you. Joyce: She went to church. She wouldn't cook on Sunday. That was work on Sunday. [3]: Which one took up for you now? Joyce: Granny Smith [3]: And Granny Collins wouldn't cook on Sunday? Joyce: Oh, she was real religious. 26:25 Joyce: See Momma didn't drive. [5]: Momma couldn't drive. At all. [3]: See, I didn't know that. 39:30 Joyce: I told y'all when Daddy got to drinkin', he was pretty bad, but Daddy was the best-hearted person you would ever wanna meet. He would do anything for anybody. And he, one day, Momma was working, and I forget what the fuss was about ... but we had [a] well, we lived on, over there on Zebulon Road, over there, uh, right behind where I live now, y'all, Zebulon Road, and we had a well. And he took Mama, y'all, and held her up over that well. Me there, screaming with all I could scream. I knew he was gon' threw her in that well. [3]: He had been drinkin' then? Joyce: Yeah. I say that will stay with me the rest of my life. I was six years old. [...] [3]: See I remember him, but I remember him he was the sweetest thing. Joyce: He was. He was good-hearted. And the grandchildren, he always bought them overalls for Christmas [...] He always got 'em overalls, even the girls. 40:46 [3]: I remember when he was in the hospital in Macon [...] and he was laying on the bed, and I was little, so I--he had stomach trouble or something. But I heard his stomach growling, and he was say--and I started laughing or something at him, 'cause I would laugh a lot with him. And he said, Come here and listen. I put my ear to it. Me and him just laughed and laughed. Joyce: If he was just drinkin' a little bit, y'all, he was a lot of fun, but if he ever got too much, he could be, ooooh he was mean. [...] And he wasn't mean to us. He was mean to Mama. He was always mean to Mama. He never was mean to the children. 42:19 Joyce: Yeah, [5] was with him when he died. Uh, and uh, and it hurt me so bad. I shoulda been down there, 'cause I loved Daddy. Daddy was good to me. [...] But he was mean as the Devil when he got drunk. [5]: Yeah, he was. [...] [3]: So did he drink moonshine or just liquor? Joyce: Liquor. But he made, he he went to jail for moonshining. [...] Joyce: He didn't have to serve but about a year. But the reason he had to serve, [3], the policeman came and was gon' arrest him, and uh, the policeman started cussin'. And Mildred was with him. And Daddy slapped him. Wasn't nobody gonna sit over there and cuss in front of his children. And boy, that got him in trouble. I'll never forget that. We lived on Zebulon Road then. But uh, uh one time Mama had worked so hard cooking, and she had the best of it[?] out on the table, and he come in drunk. And he got mad with her 'cause she had done something or something like that. He took that table cloth, y'all, and all that went BLAM! on the floor. Every bit of it. That was just the type of man he was. He was great, he was good, but if he got drunk, that was it. And you know the black people that worked for them loved him, 'cause he would buy them Christmas.