Down the long lane behind Grandpa's house were the remains of several slave cabins, the more severely damaged had been cleared away but there was one that remained in fair shape. A wizened old crone, a descendant of a slave family had taken up residence in it. Her age? No one knew. Grandpa let her stay and saw that she had the things she needed, she had no other place to go. I remember going into the cabin once, it had a dirt floor, a fireplace and a bed on a platform in each corner. She smelled awful and had a string around her neck with a little bag of herbs to ward off the evil spirits. Someone had put a small rocking chair in the cabin for her. Belle