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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 [49], Line —— 3.80 —— Norm PgEn [49], They would play on the same field, but at separate times. EIGHT Race Relations in Dante Matthew Kincaid: I was born right here in Dante in Sawmill Hollow, down the street there. My mother and my father moved here from Tennessee. My father moved here to mine coal. He shore did. And that’s when I was born. I had two older brothers. One of them, Earl, passed away just two years ago. At Christmas when we were kids, me and my brothers, we’d get our little toys and go to the next-door neighbors and get with them. And we just had a good time. Didn’t have too much, but what we had we enjoyed it. I remember when we used to get our little cowboy outfits and everything. Especially during wartime, you didn’t get no capbusters or nothing. Everything was wood. And right down here, where the church is down here, up on the side of the hill there, it’s flat. That’s where we used to go and play cowboys. And we would go from this end all the way over to the church. We’d get a tree limb, and we’d make a horse out of it. When we got a little older, we stayed on the ball park, playing baseball. We had about ten or twelve games a day. We’d lose a few, and we’d win a few. Just guys from the neighborhood. What it was was upper end, and right along in here was middle, and then lower end. They would have baseball where the lower end would play the upper end. Then whoever would win on that, they would play the middle. And I tell you what, if your momma wanted you, there wasn’t no telephone. If she wanted you, she would just get out there and holler. And the next-door neighbor, it would just go up the line like a telephone. You would get the message. Those were the good old days. When you would come into this community, you wouldn’t be hungry. They’d set up with you all night before they’d let you go to bed hungry. And especially when they would have something with people from out of town, you wouldn’t have to worry about something to eat. That was the least worry. 49 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 [50], Line —— 0.0p —— Norm PgEn [50], There was a woman we called the “fish mammy,” Mrs. Morefield. She used to sell fish and have big fish fries. And she was blind too. She’d walk up the side of the fence, but she knew where she was at all times. She just walked up and down the fence, knowed every house. She had a song that she would hum up and down the road through there. And I would go to the movie theater many a time, especially every Thursday . That was the Western night. Back when I was growing up, you didn’t have to go out of Dante to buy nothing, to do nothing. We had our own hospital, our own doctor’s office, post office, barber shop—you name it, we had it— service station. We had all of that. You didn’t have to go out of Dante. And the stuff you got from the commissary and everything, it was good stuff. It was a little high, but it was good. I furnished my house down there. And my brother and my daddy furnished their houses out of the store down there. And if I’m not mistaken, we’ve still got some furniture down at my mother’s house when she died, it’s a bedroom suite. It was cherry, and heavy as a ton of lead. Right down here at this little white church, that’s where I went to school. But they built another school right up here, Arty Lee. My wife graduated from...

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