James Island by Eugene Frazier Sr. Eugene Sr. Frazier

Author:Eugene Frazier Sr., Eugene, Sr. Frazier
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-16T16:00:00+00:00

Ethel Frazier Campbell would become an elder in St. James Presbyterian Church and hold various positions in the church. She is a very articulate person who possesses vast amounts of information concerning the history of James Island.

C ONVERSATIONS WITH M Y P ARENTS, S ANDY F RAZIER J R. AND VIOLA SMALLS FRAZIER

Sandy Frazier Jr. (1908–1969) and his wife Viola Smalls Frazier (1908–1975) had three sons, Sandy Jr., Eugene and Jimmie; and eleven daughters, Lydia, Mary Leas, Janie Frazier Cromwell, Florence Frazier Richardson, Eva Frazier Seabrook, Ursalee, Julia Ann, Sylvia Frazier Blake, Lillie Mae Frazier Riley, Rosa Lee Frazier Fergerson and Jacqueline Frazier Hill. All the houses on the Frazier property were at one time approximately twenty-five yards behind each other.

My father told me over the years,

Son, your mother and me got married in 1926. I moved in with my father-in-law, Dan Smalls, in Turkey Pen for the first three years of our marriage. Your granduncle, Cesar Smalls, and me built this house. We started with three rooms and add rooms on to the house when I was able to. We used lumbers that float in the marshes out of the rivers; lumber I gather from the white farmer after they tore down old sheds and built new ones. The majority of people on the island were black and poor. We had to use the chimmy fireplace to cook the food and heat the house .

I stop school after Papa died to help support the family. I had to help Mama with the farm, plowing and working the land, planting and gathering vegetables to sell. In 1920, I went to work for Nungezer Farm in Fort Johnson on James Island. Ten hours a day I work on the farm, plowing with the mule, and digging drainage ditches through the fields. Late in the evening, “Bim” [Henry Galliard], one of the truck drivers, a friend, he would drive me to the Seaboard Railroad Station.

The railroad station was in the Windmere section of Charleston. People used to call the place the “Main.” I unloaded trucks and stacks boxes of tomatoes, cucumber, squash and string beans into railroad car box until midnight. At the end of every season, each year George Nungezer would promise me a bonus, but he never would pay me. Son, that dog-gone man was not a fair and godly man .

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