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Surprisingly good. Remember, tension and stress and repetition tend to engrave things into one's memory and for a slave, that's what life was full of.
William
(who was taught how to skin a squirrel, plow and plant a field by a sharecropper (working on the same farm as my grandfather --- my great-grandfather's) who was the grandson of a freed slave and had many stories of his grandfather to share, as well as stories of my antecedents on my father's mother's side (who were one of the few large land-holders in the county who didn't own slaves))
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