Manuscripts/Mixed Material [The Story of Katy Brumby]
During the depression we and Katy separated; she went on relief. She applied to the DPW at the same time. “Dey wuz a nice young white boy there. He sho wuz nice. He tol' me he'd try an' get me a job. I wuz dressed in my good white uniform, an' I guess I looked real nice. I tol' him I's a cook, an' he said did I nurse. I tol' him, ‘Well, I jus' tell you, I don' like to nurse one bit. I don', not one bit.”
Se would have preferred a job cooking, because she both likes it and is proud of her proficiency at it. It is the only part of domestic service that she really does like. Her great talent is in cooking plain food deliciously. People have asked her for recipes, but it is impossible to give them, for she cooks by instinct as much as by recipe.
She didn't get a job as a cook, however. She went on relief. Evidently her intelligence made an immediate impression, for she was put in charge of a sewing room. “I can't do nothing but plain sewing, and all I had to do uz watch de other folks. Dey made dolls and toys and things. Then dey transferred me where dey's doing fancy sewing, embroidery you know. I sho wuz scared 'cause I wouldn't know if dey did it wrong.” Eventually they let her off, telling her, she says, that we had a little work for her. “Now I know y'all didn't have no work for me, so I jus' didn't come by.” This was true;