Robinson, Adgie Lee
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Collected by Mary Celestia Parler; Transcribed by Neil Byer Adgie Lee Robinson Newport, Ark. April 13, 1955 Reel 210, Item 9 At The Mourners' Bench ...Now this is the truth, a true story. I told Miss Barrett I wasn't going to tell you this, 'cause everybody that come here would be having me to tell it. I was a girl, and we had a good-looking preacher, and it was about six or ten of us girls on the mourners' bench. And I hadn't been long at that time lost my mother. So the preacher and all of them was praying for me, and I was down there, and he come and he was mourning and patting me on the back. And I would look up into his face and, oh, he would look so good to me, you know. I never had been out with a boy or anything. And I was just wild. Man tap me, you know, and that was wonderful. So I guess all the rest of the girls felt the way I did. So one of them jumped up, she say, "Oh, thank God." She got up. So I say, "They can't beat me now, I got to do something." I didn't have a thing, I sat there. I made I sort of cried, I couldn't dish up a tear. So after while I jumped up. The preacher was standing right behind me. I jumped up, I say, "Thank you, Jesus." So the preacher put his...
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Parler, Mary CelestiaByer, Neil
1955 04 13
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University of ArkansasKeywords
- African American Musicians
- African Americans
- Anecdotes
- Bible
- Childhood, Church, Preacher, Prayer
- Death
- Deception
- Religion
- Scripture