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SOUTH CAROLINA WRITERS' PROJECT
LIFE HISTORY
TITLE: GOT TO GO CRIX.
Date of First Writing February 8, 1939
Name of Person Interviewed Edward Simmons
Fictitious Name Edward Bowles
Address Edisto Island, S. C.
Occupation Fisherman
Name of Reviser &talcs Office
Name of Writer Chalmers S. Murray
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Chalmers S. Murray
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„LIFE HISTORY.
Edward Bowles is scratching the ground now that the fish are
not biting. The small red ox with the deep brown eyes pulls the
landside plow jerkily through the soft black earth. Every time
the animal reaches the furrow heading it tries to fall asleep.
This aggravates Edward and he slaps the ox's rump with the lines.
and yells: "Go on cow. What the God matter with you, anyhow? Go
on 'fore I break your back." The ox turns its head and looks at
its master, then with a grunt begins moving again.
Edward owns five acres of land in the Seaside section of
Etiwan Island. It is a swampy tract not much good for anything.
He could drain part of his land, but this would mean going to court
with a neighbor who Edward fears, so he lets his field grow up in
weeds and rents three acres from a white MA. Edward is no farmer
now. He plants an acre of cotton to pay his rent, and two acres of
corn. The corn is for the ox. He says that if he planted any more
ground he would be tied to the land and he wouldn't want this to
happen, for the best fishing season comes when the crops need the
closest attention.
There was a time when Edward was a pretty good farmer. That
was before Pauline died. With his wife behind him, pushing him hard,
burning up with ambition to get ahead, Edward )*bored in the field un•
ceasingly„ drinking a full quart of whiskey a day to keep up his
courage, so he said. The tide ebbed and flowed; other men came home
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with golden scaled channel bass on their shoulders, and the shrimps
swarmed the inlets like mosquitoes, but Pauline would not let him
out of her eight. She had a fine contempt for men who wasted their
time fishing when sea island cotton was bringing forty cents a
pound. Edward oast longing eyes toward the salt creek and fought
down the temptation to slip away from his wife with a net in his
hand and his baas line coiled neatly in his bucket.
Edward was a man in those days. He never knew his own strength.
He would come out of the woods bearing a small tree on his back, and
out up half a cord of firewood just for practice after he had plowed
four acres of joint grass land. When his white neighbor wanted a
tire changed he would throw the jack aside, and picking up one end
of the Ford he wo id say: "Now you can shove the jack underneath."
A grin would cross his face as he put the question that he always
put on these occasions: "Got any more tire for change?"
Pauline was a light brown wsc:ian, proud, independent and high
strung. hdward.was a pure Negro; Pauline had white blood in her
veins. No matter; he was her choice, and Edward sang praises of
Paulinels smartness all over Seaside.
She took full advanta e of
this adoration. She would drive him like she would a willing, will
broken animal 4. drive him to the limit. He would scarcely ever
grumble or complain. He admitted openly that he was deathly afraid
of her sharp tongue.
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Pauline worked her arm and legs but she evidently worked her
brain harder. She induced Edward to take up six acres of land from
the white man who lived across the ditch. The white man had plenty
of land to spare in exchange for day labor. Most of the six acres
he planted in cotton. In ton years he and Pauline had saved enough
money to buy a small lot and in another year they built a three
room house on the place. They owned a cream colored horse, a red
and white cow, four razorback hogs and a nook of asserted chickens.
Pauline walked among her black neighbors with her head in the air
after the house had been built. She credited only herself with the
achievement. Edward didn't care. "If Pauline satisfy, I satisfy,"
he said. "Ae for me I can live in bush house, but course woman
kind different."
Now the Negroes who used to laugh at him because he worked
while they played and because he was putty in Paulinets hands, rea
garded him with something akin to respect. They called him "A.g
Ned". The name stuck as long as he wns prosperous.
He cut a fine figure when he went riding out on Saturday after.
non, the horse "Cream" hitched to the high red heel gig. Edward
would be dressed in a purple.blue suit with peg -topped trousers, and
were on his ea, shaped heads a big bread rimmed hat. A red silk
pocket handkerchief was tied around his throat, the ends run
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through a burnished brass rine. Stuck between his heavy lips was
a cheroot which he had soakee in Eeight's cologne just after the
storekeeper had handed it to him.
The 'girls alonL the road would wave to him. 11) would wave
back with a lord1: gesture. "Fow you gal this evening?" he would
inquire. "i.ot anything :or pofl. boy?" His lautyiter started
the echoes goin6 in the dine woods.
When away from auline his hands were always ready to o down
into his pocketa and brine out nickles to treat the Lirls with.
"call for what you want, sweetheart, .';2141 I buy um for you." This
was when he stool& in front of the showcase in the Seaside store,
pulling on his cheroot with three or four plump Negro women around
him. Co woman would point to a ,:aass -f sticky chocolate randy ama
indicate that she wanted some o rat, "ive t e lady what she call
for what -what over she -she lilze," he would say to the storekeeper.
Edward often stuttorod when he miu excited or emarrassed.
A few years after dward arid line had settled on taeir own
place, a rotire army major hired ixtward as a caretaker :or is es-
tate. ?auline Gave her oonsent becalm° the caretaker's job did not
use u7N, all of ),..dward's time,
lLe could GUI_ work in his own field.
Edward was deli-hted„ for soon the army man started to brini
friends to his Etiwan estate. doctors, lawyers and college
The major s,ot dward to take them fishince The Vegro lived
down
professor..
for the
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week -ends, when Friday alternoon cane he would meet the white
men at tho landin-. They would be carrying rods and fancy
fishinL tackle boxes. Edward would have a rusty tin bucket full
of shrimp and mullet bait.
"All rit, sub. Here red ready for shove off. Tide
just begin for ebb. Get in an, make yourself comfortable,
going to jerk this here boat to tabby drop 'fore you get them
pole rig up," Edward would say, grinning broadly, extending his
right hand to help some fat, red..faced lawyer aboard. The lawyer
would wink and say that he had something in his box for snake bite,
but since snakes never struck in water, he supposed that he had
better throw the bottle away.
"Don't do that, for God sake," Edward would stutter, "if it
good for snake 7.,Ate it good for catfish sting. I go Azt that
bottle under the bow seat now."
Edward hovered over the anglers like they were dhildren.
Hadn't the major put them in his charge? He was resposible for
their safety. "White man who raise away from the salt water never
know how for bait a line or take fish off hook, and they censer
(always) get hook in their arm and leg," he remarked. "Get for
keep your eye on them. They just like buokre baby."
He told Pauline that the job was much to his liking 0 that it
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beat hoeing cotton all to pieces.
They would fish the tide out, and early the next morning be
ready for another trip to the inlet. Edward was in fine form.
He joked with the white man, and said that he was glad there
were no preachers aboard because preachers would never stand -for
that bad language the lawyer used when a catfish got on his line.
"And If preacher here, then I ain't able for handle my likker like
I want to," he would say.
Edward had only one child Allen. Pauline had two boys by
a former marriage Christopher and Frank. The three boys were
badly spoiled. Pauline said that you coild not expect them to
work hard when they were going to school, or to stay in the field
for long hours during the summer "because they skin too light."
Edward tried to make men of them, but he soon discovered that it
was no use.
Christopher had the reputation of being a very delicate
youth and at times was bothered with "head trouble". He talked
about seeing a tall white -aan with long grey beard standing by his
side in the potato patch. The man made threatening gestures at
him, he reported. None of the rent of the family had ever seen
this man, but Pauline declared that Christopher was being plagued
by ghosts and should be taken to a doctor.nigger. She did take
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him to a Voodoo practitioner several times but he kept on being
worried by the apparation.
Frank was a headstrong boy, fond of pleasuring himself in
Freeman's Villae at ni.ghts. Allen was sensative„ nervous little
fellow, who was always complaining about his back hurtinE him.
,efore the amr iaajor came '6o Etiwan, Christopher and Prada
had left the island, loth of thei had found jobs in New York City.
Allen stayed at home for a few months longer, but he too, succumbed
to the :jarlem fever. Edward and 2avaine adopted a Eirl whom they
called ;.iarion„ althouEh her real name was Sarah. They needed some
one in the house with them.
Larion was a pert piece, a niece of Pauline/a who had served
as a maid in Charleston for a while. She helped Pauline with
washinE and cookinE„ but refused to work in the fields except on
rare occasions.
One day the major offered ik.uline the Job of cookinE for his
family while they were in residence on Etiwan. Pauline promptly
aeoopted, for the place paid fifteen dollars a month besides the
food. he sugLested that ow since the 41ajor was livinE on Etiwan
more or less permanently, Edward would be needed to cut the wood,
make the fires and milk the cows. The major aEreed that it was
a Food idea and hired Edward on the spot. He was to be paid fifteen
dollars a month also, and he too, WO: id have his meals in the kitchen.
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Edward and his wife had never seen that much money before.
To them thirty dollars a month spelled affluence. Pauline im-
mediately insured her life for five hundred dollars and in ad-
dition took out a burial policy. Edward said that he didn't want
to bother with insurance for himself; he would help Lena with her
payments.
The built a iJorch to their house and bought a new iron cook
stove. They hired a relative to help them tend the five acre
farm. Ned" Was TA.4.. Nod therm indeed. He actlally bouLht
a pair of pajama; the ca72ed the garment "jammerr" and
in-
stead of selokin. chereAs, he ow purchased five cent cigars.
The Tiajor Kept Ldward on the jump. Fe made him help with the
plumLinf- and the carpenter work around the place. Edward swore
inorance but tried his best to follow instructions. He 7,-linded
te cows, he blamed Lyass, Ile set out pecans and fruit trees. On
Sundays he took the 2ajor's friends fishin. he would not fish
himself that he declared was a deadl: sin but be consented to
row the boat, bait ths looks and show the an-lers the best drops,
Londay rornin,.., early, he was back in the major's bard, a shovel in
one hand and a pickax in the other.
auline was an expert cc k, She could cook the flakiest rice
in Seaside and the most succulent oyster stews, and she knew all
that was worth knowing scout frying fish and makinL lighter -than
air biscuits. She was scrupulolisly clean and would immediately
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start fussing when anyone came into the kitohen with wet feet.
Marion helped her when the major had company in for dinner and
soon.the Jr1 .3came established as an under.coOk. This pleased
i'auline mightily. She told Jidward that it was exactly the way
she had planned it, and besidoeVirs. kajor" had some old dresses
that would exactly fit her niece.
The girl was Vaulinels undoing. however. She had a flip
tongue and often went into long spells of sulkiness which was
more than her employers could stands ihen the mistress repri-
,tlened jarion, ?auline flared up and tock the girl's side,
Pauline had no use for white people anyhow, and she dibd not hesi-
tate to express her opinion about "the buckra I works for" to her
black neihbors. All of this talk got back to the major's house
and su&enly Pa line found herself without a job.
1,dward hung an for another twelve months, but the cards were
stacked aEainst him. Aegroes living near the place declared
that Edward was too "biggity". they said he ought to divide his
job with his more unfortunate neighbors. They brought many tales
to the jor aout "Lig Ned's" alleged ohortcomings. One cid
woman who wan trying to worm a relative into '.olwardis job. laid
a trap for him. She had a basket of sweet potatoes under a buah
and suddenly "discovered" the cache one day when the Lajor was in
the field. 3ite inlormed the white ,Aen that she had seen Edward
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goinE toward the bush with the potatoes, half hidden by his coat.
Edward did not try to defend himself. He saw that it was futile
for several witnesses were lined up against him. The next morn -a
ing he was given his walking papers.
In turn Pauline and Edward discharged the relatiye they had
hired and went back to working their own farm. They missed the
big money and the good food and the gifts of clothinc. Edward
was particularly chopped down. He had lost face with both his
white and black friends,
This was only the beinninE of trouble. First, Christopher
came back from New York in a box and was buried in the plantation
graveyard. Paulinefs screams were heard across the creek. "My
boy gone, my boy gone. Oh, God, my boy done gone and leave me,"
she cried as the dirt fell on the coffin. She wrenched herself
free from supoortinF arms and IumPed into the half filled crave.
It was a lonr time before her relatives sould quiet her.
When the winter came another box arrived from New York.
Inside was the baby of the family, little Allen. He too, was
buried in the plantation graveyard. This time Pauline did not
scream. She stood by the grave with a stony look on her face.
Edward did not make a display of his emotions but he went
around with his head hanging low. His friends heard him express
these sentiments the day following the funeral: "1 proud of my son
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Allen, and I expect he to make he mark in the world. No hope of
we family rise up 'gain, now that Allen dead. Pauline too old for
have 'nether baby. But I ain't eot no right for complain. The
Bia Loss up in the sky .ean um that way. We get to take what lie
put on we. Ye tnuse for grulz:ble, no Inuse for growl."
Ee was not prepared for the next blow. For several years
Pauline had been oothered with high blood pressure. The doctor
told her to take it easy and for a while she heeded his advice.
hut she had too mueh nerves one to lead a quiet life and soon
she was Lack in the fields again. She told Ldward that she Lad
fully recovered her health.
One night she attended "praise mcetinL" at Sister 2olly
kackts house. .here Wa3
much sing
ef spirituals and giving
of testimony and Pauline let neiself Lo. She sung, she pra-yed„
she shouted.
Mhouting" to an Ltiwan Le:.ro does not 1:lean tne vigorous use
of the vocal chords, out a religious dance, in which the celebrants
shuffle their feet aid elap their hands while sin, ing with full lung
power some ancient son6 of the glack race.)
She bid her hostess Loodenint at twelve and walked out into
the night alone. A little later cousin i,iaulsey Stoney heard cries
for help. She found Pauline prostrate in the road. Naulsey shouted
to ner neiLhbors; "Great God, Pauline done fall." Island Yegroes
always refer to a stroke of paralysis as "a fall."
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A week later Pauline died. Edward walked around like a
sort of zombie. All life seemed to have left him. Evidently
he co,Ad not realize what had Mappended. Pauline was buried
with all of the pomp a Negro undertaker could devise. The
burial policy took care of the expenses. Enough was left over
for a small marble tombstone. Edward insiated that every avail..
able cent be spent for the funeral.
Marion became restless soon after 2auline's death and said
she wanted to move to New York. The People of Seaside expressed
their disapproval. They said the 61r1 should have more feeling
for hor foster father, who would be left Jithout anyone to look
out for his comfort. iJut Edward saids "Let Marion go. I ain't
going to put a stumOlirk; block in she path. I don't expect she
to Stay 'long old man like me."
Marion went, and with her every
ineurance. ..;(1i6hbors had hoard that
for .dward knew that he had helped
cent of Paulinets life
this mono: had been intended
his wife pa- the
premiums qo
but he aid that Aarion had move
than .Lio.
need of the fire hundred dollars
"Anyhow, Marion throw ten dollar on me when she draw
down," he reported. "I wel_ satisfy with that."
He was in straingtened circumstances now. His horse "Crease
had died, the cow had broken its neck, the house was badly in need
of repair and the land under water from the spring rains. If
Marion had stayed home and spent the five hundred doll. rs wisely.
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the small farm mic:ht have been gut back on a payirv- basis.
k-ditional land could have been rented for provision crops.
The 1-,oliLle phase laster.7_ forrabout a year. Edward never
did a stroke of work if he could. possi 17 avoid it. Once in
a w fle he wcylld pick up a small, easy job, cleaninL out a
ditch, or L:endint; a roof or whitewashin an outhouse. Se,ienty-
five cents a week was enouh to buy sone its and butts neat.
His women friends would cook his meals in exchance for part of
the rations. paid for hie washinc by cuttinE firewood.
Caothin wa o :1-oblem. Te otill 21ad two old suits left and
a J,JAr -i overalls.
7,ven the creek with it fs and oysters did not tempt
him to throe osf his lassitude. He scarcely ever smiled and
he over lauhed. Satrda-,rs and S,mdaye he tramp*d the road;
reeL of t,,e week 'NUE iven ::ver to eatIn: and sleepinc with
a fey= hou2s of work interspersed.
ri!]4)n ,rnduall7 a charle cae over 1-dwaud. Word had ')ecn
passed ./...eund that the cllane7 bass were itno in the surf.
Tic returred one mornin Yren the eac'm with three fine -ass in
his 'Glicket.
He displayed hi n catch to everyone he met. Ire
danced in his eyes aain. iIs white friend who lived across
the ditch asked: "How mch do you want for one of those bass?"
Edward replied: "1 'speck ne worth forty cent."
This was Edward's first sale of fish in years. He to k
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the money and bought his Saturday rations, saving fifteen cents
back for a drink of whiskey. The remaining bass were taken
over to Sister Gally's house. The man and the waman had a real
feast that night. "I can do this again," Edward informed Gaily.
"Anytime you want fish just let Big Ned know."
From that day on he beams a true fishermen. In the spring
he walked the boggy salt marshes, net
where the porgies lived. A few oasts
bait to last the tide down. That was
in hand, looking for pools
and he would have enough
the time when the small
crokers and the catfish were hungry. He caught more orokers
oatfish than any other angler, and when the ahoveli.nose sharks
took the creek, he got his full there of them also.
when cooked right, taste like young bass.
In the summer there was shrimp, whiting, alewife, cavally,
sohool base, drum and mullet. During the winter months fish
were scarce. Occasionally Edward would catch a channel bass in
the surf or get a few trout in his net, but mostly he depended
upon oysters and clams.
He was always generous with his catch. Holdini_ up a string
of fish, fresh from the water, he would says Ibis for the wide,.
Get to remember the widow and the orphan or God will charge you."
Nothing pleased him more than giving presents. His white
friends knew that when Edward's long legs approached their kitchen
Shark steak
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door there would be someth4ng in the bucket for the lady of the
house. "I tst some clam for you, Miss Morton if Tim will accept
'ums" or "I pick up this here bass in the surf. Maybe you and
the boss can 'Moe um for dinner." He would smile engagingly
and hold up his bucket for inspection.
He would sell you sea food if you ordered it, but when he
said: "No, mam. I ain't charge you for that," you would be wise
to keep your purse out of sight or his feelings would be hurt.
He lapped up praises however. If words of oommendation were slow
in ooming he would often say, smiling: "Give me a little praise;
give the poor old servant a little praise."
No power on earth could induce him to fish on Sunday. He
said that he was certain something terrible would befall him if he
committed a sin like that.
He has a story about Sunday fishing whtahhhe has told over
and over again. It goes this way:
"once a man think he go crik on Sunda:: and catch a bass for
he dinner. So he get he line and he got he net and he get he
bucket and shove the boat off. He try he luck in the surf near
the inlet and by -by E, bass come along, lie hook um and then he have
a big Mile. After he fight with that bass 'most half a day, he
land um. He so glad for see that fish that he take um up in he
arm. Thens please Gods the fish start for talk. He say: 'What
you catch me for? Is I ever done anything tgainst you? f The bass
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slap the man on the shoulder with he tail* first on one side*
than the torrer (other)* and the man fall down on the sand.
From that time on he never go fish on Sunday again* no sUh....
Better not go crik on Sunday 'cause if you do fish going to
rebuke you."
After Edward ceased acting like a zombie he went in search
of a master and met with marked success. He attached himself
to the first white man who appreciated his serv:oes. He refused*
however, to be tied down to any one person. He evidently liked
being passed around fram o_e man to the other. It was as if his
temporary employer would say to a friends "I think I will lend
you Edward for a week or so. He seems to be bored around my
place."
The lending plan worked satisfactorily. The white man across
the ditch lent him to a Northern friend for an entire summer.
The Northerner had Edward :Amp his water and take out garbage and
catch bait. In his spare time he would perform similar services
for his first master.
The next summer he adopted as many as six masters. These
were Upcountry sportsmen who had come to Etiwan for weekends
fishini: excursions. Edward made use of a sort of a roster.
Certain da s would belong to certain men. He would refer to each
one of them as "my boss man*" and make ever one of them think that
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they alone filled his whole horizon at least this is how several
of the anglers described the situation.
Edward would promise to do anything for a person he liked.
He made countless promises to fix a roof or hoe out a garden or
out a cord of wood, but when the weather andthe tide suited all
such coveaants were blandly disregarded. "I mean to do um sure
'rough," he would tell the other party to the contract, "but I got
to go orik today."
There was no use arguing any further. It seemed to amaze him
when a prospective employer became aggrieved and took him to task
for breaking his contraot. "You ain't understand," he would say.
"The tide and weather suit to ip orik and I got to go. Roof can
fix anytime."
Edward was very fair about it. He too suffered loss every
now and then when the fishing fever seized him. His corn might
need hoeing, or his potatoes were ready to dig, yet if the creek
beckoned he forgot his crop entirely.
He is gradually breaking off all connections with the land
for he has found out that he oan earn a fair living catching fish
and gathering clams and oysters. Acting as guide to members of the
summer colony brings him the greatest retinal.. The Upoountryman will
pay him fifty cents a tide and buy all of the fish he catches besides.
Then there are tips that must be considered. Because he is polite
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and gentle and modest in his requests, a sportsman will often tip
him a dollar extra when the day is over.
Edward numbers his white friends by the scores. "They always
remember ma with clothes or likkers" he says, "and I turn the kind..
nests back to fum when I catch fish. Right now I got a barrel of
oyster to send a doctor in Charleston. Kinder late for give Christ+
mas present, but I reckon he will take sum from me."
Last summer his daily income averaged at least seventy-five
cents, not counting gifts of clothing and food. While other fisher+
men were biting their fingers in disappointment, Edward was catch-
ing choice fish on every tide. He followed the creek constantlyj
they only went occasionally. Twice he landed a bass weighing over
thirty pounds apieceil+ monster fish with scales that glittered like
gold in the sun. He could sell this size for a dollar and a half.
The school bass were priced at twenty-five cents each. He thinks
nothing of catching eight of them on one trip.
His earnings are ample for his needs. He can pay his dhuroh
dues, flay all of the food he wants, and once in a while he has money
left over for a second hand suit or a pair of shoes. The house that
he and Pauline kept in good repair is now nothing 1-aut a sort of rough
*amp. The porch has vetted away and there are wide gaps in the
weatherboarding. Edward says he sees no use of fixing it up. To
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quote him: "Ittjust a place to lay head when night comm."
he has never applied for relief work. He had heard that
the men working on
the objection that
for spit."
According to
the 1;;PA road draw good wages, but he voices
"the work too steady ain't give a man time
current gossip Edward has
only malt* half hearted
efforts to remarry. "I gpt tired sometime tramping the road
getting breakfast at one house, dinner at torrer," he tells his
friends. "And it kinder hard in winter without wife. Man ought
to have somebody to keep him warm..
Once you got sum, you got to keep /um."
Then he adds in a confidential tone: "If I marry, I ffraid
I might get hold of one of them bossy woman whogelegeg to keep my
feet to the fire, and go hinder me from go crik."
imt wife so regular.