From the Diary of Sally Hemings

THEY SAY I WAS BORN OLD MARTHA AND MARIA WHITE WAVES PARIS, C'EST LA VILLE VIVANTE THE MASTER BRINGS MUSIC TO HIS SITTING ROOM I WAS CARRYING A TRAY WHEN HE CALLED ME COME BACK TO AMERICA BACK HOME AT MONTICELLO PURPLE HYACINTH BEGINS TO BLOOM MY SISTER GHOST PEONIES A PERFUME BOX MISTER OUR CHILD IS FRAIL A DARK WINTER BLUE BLACK EVENING OLD SHOE! OLD SHOE! A WILD MAN HOME FROM THE WOODS PAPERS! NIGHT WATCH TILL EARLY MORN IF I TAKE MY FREEDOM DEAR CHILDREN