Little Rock was a hundred percent segregated, back then. We still had separate restrooms labeled white and colored. I remember my father used to get someone to work for him in the yard, every Saturday. He'd go downtown, there would always be a bunch of black men who were out of work, that needed work, that would do yard work. And he would bring one home. When lunch time, we would go in to eat, and my mother would always take the food for the yard man out, so he could eat outside. And we kept a separate plate, and separate Mason jar for him to drink out of, and separate silverware, and it was just something that was set aside for him. That was something that we all took for granted as something that happened. Although it never bothered me, when I went out town, and went up to northeast Arkansas, to a tiny town called Wiener, Arkansas, when I was very young, we used to play with all the black children up there. I never knew any difference. I didn't make any difference to me. When it came back down to the more urban areas, the line was pretty strong.