I grew up on what everybody called a plantation – but believe me, it wasn’t a plantation. It was just an old farm. I grew up with a lot of black people working in the fields, and it was during the Depression between 1930 and the war, so we were all poor – black and white.
There was a certain feeling I developed as a young person for black people. Somehow they were able to get pleasure out of things that I couldn’t see them enjoying. I heard them sing a lot, and I didn’t hear white folks going down the cotton rows singing that much.