Mary Johnson

When I was a child, we always played with white kids and everything.  When we’d go to my grandfather’s farm in the summertime when school was out, we spent with my grandfather up in Chatham, up near Danville, and everything, and we associated with them.  People up there call my grandfather Uncle Joe and call my grandma Cousin Haddie.  And I can go there now and see somebody just passing by on the road, and they’ll throw their hand up and wave at you.  It never made no difference with me.