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It was early on a summer we were sitting outside under one of the big trees near the farmhouse. “Aunt Rachel” was sitting her old chair next to the children .she was a large, tall black woman. Shewas sixty years old, but she was still as strong as a woman of twenty-five. She worked hard for us every day. She cooked our meals and cleaned our house. She told stories and sang songs for our childrenshe was always kind and patient and she enjoyed a good joke. That evening, she laughed at one of my stories until tears fell from her eyes. I looked at this happy old woman and thought about herpast.
“Aunt Rachel”, I said, “how have you lived for sixty years without any trouble or pain?”
She stopped smiling there was a minute of silence, and then she slowly turned her turned her face towardme .
“Have I had any trouble or pain in my life? Mr. Clemens,(Mark twain’s) sir, was that a serious question?”
Her quiet voice surprised me. She was not laughing now.
“well, aunt Rachel, I’ve neverseen you look sad . You always seem so happy.”
2Mr.Clemens, I’m going to tell you my story. Then you can decide, “Aunt Rachel began.

My parents were slaves, and I was born a slave, too. We allworked hard, but our farm was a good place. Our owner was an honest woman, named Mrs. O’Hara. At eighteen, I married my husband. He was a slave on Mrs. O’Hara farm, too. He was a big, strong, handsomeman. He was as loving and kind to me and our seven children as you are to your family. We wanted to watch those children grow up.
Well, sir, I was born in Virginia, but my mother was from Maryland.When she was angry. Mama was frightening. She always shook her finger at us and said, “I wasn’t born in Virginia. You can’t tell me about life. I’m one of the old blue chickens from Maryland, anddon’t forget it! “People from Maryland call themselves old blue chickens, and they’re proud of it.
One day, my youngest child fell and cut his arm and his head very badly. A lot of slaves hurried into...