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Interview with Anon Bray Watts

Interviewee: 
Watts, Anon Bray
Interviewer: 
Williams, Tricia; Player, Joy
Date of Interview: 
1998-10-07
Identifier: 
LGWA0412
Subjects: 
Stories and storytellers
Abstract: 
Anon Bray Watts talks about stories she reads.
Collection: 
Charlotte Narrative and Conversation Collection
Collection Description: 
Joy Player and Tricia Williams interview Charlotteans to collect stories for a class project at UNC Charlotte.
Interview Audio: 
Transcript:
TW (Tricia Williams): What is your name?
AW (Anon Bray Watts): My name is Anon Bray Watts.
TW: And how old are you?
AW: I am eight years old.
TW: Where do you go to school?
AW: I go to school at Thomasboro.
TW: How long have you been in Charlotte?
AW: All of my life.
TW: What kind of story are you going to tell us today?
AW: I am going to steal a story about Caps for Sale.
TW: Caps for Sale? OK.
AW: It starts off, it was a man, it was a peddler who sold caps, but he sold them differently. He had his own checked cap, four gray caps on top of that, um, four yellow, brown caps on top of that, bl-, four blue caps on top of that, and four red caps on the tippy-top and he wrote. One day he had, he, he went around saying, "Caps, caps, caps for sale!" And nobody wanted to buy any caps so, um, he told, he went to the town to rest 'cause he knew nobody was going to buy them and when he woke up, he looked for his caps and he only felt his checked cap. He looked behind the tree and the pond, under him, but there weren't any caps. He heard some noise from the tree, right? So, he looked up and guess what he saw? He saw a whole bunch of monkeys and on those monkeys were either red, brown hat, a blue hat, or brown hat, gray hat and, um, he scared the monkeys to tell, and yelled at them and told them to, "Give me my hats back please," but they only said, "Skah, skah, skah." So, then he stomped his, his-.
TW: What kind of noise was that again?
AW: "Skah, skah, skah." So, he stomped his feet and, but the monkeys only stomped their feet and said, "Skah, skah, skah." So then he, um, told them, he was really angry and he stomped both his feet, but the monkeys only stomped both their feet and said, "Skah, skah, skah." So then he pounds his hand, but monkeys only pound their hand and said, "Skah, skah, skah." Then he, um, he pound both his hands, but they only pound both their hands and said, "Skah, skah, skah." So, then he got real mad and jumped and they only, but the monkeys only jumped and said, "Skah, skah, skah." So then, um, he got mad and threw his hat on the ground. Then each monkey took of their hat and threw it on the ground and he hurried up, picked them up and quickly get out the city, then went back to the town, yelling, "Caps, caps, caps for sale."
TW: Are these hubcaps or caps for your head?
AW: They were caps for your head.
TW: And these came in all different colors, right?
AW: Yes. He had his own checked cap, four gray on top of that, four brown on top of that, four blue on top of that, four red on top of all of them, on the tippy-top.
TW: Do you wear caps?
AW: I wear them backwards.
TW: You wear them backwards?
AW: Yes ma'am.
TW: Pretty slick, huh?
AW: [Laugh]
TW: Where did you get that story from?
AW: At my school.
TW: At your school. Is it in a book?
AW: Yes ma'am, it's a big book, 'cause the whole school, my whole class read together on the, on the carpet.
TW: Did it have pictures?
AW: Yes, ma'am.
TW: What were the pictures of?
AW: They were pictures of a man and after we read, we listened to it on tape.
TW: So, you got to see it and listen to it?
AW: Yes, ma'am.
TW: Did the book smell?
AW: Um-um, only the monkeys if you rubbed them, it feels like bugs all over them. It feels like fleas or something all over them.
TW: So, the book had fuzzy pictures?
AW: Yes, ma'am.
TW: ( ).
AW: Yes, ma'am.
TW: Fuzzy bugs?
AW: Yes, ma'am.
TW: OK. Tell me who in your family is a good storyteller?
AW: Um, my mom.
TW: What kind of stories does your mom tell you?
AW: She doesn't tell them to me any more. I read them myself now 'cause I'm grown up.
TW: What kind of stories do you remember having read?
AW: Um, she read me The Blue Little Train.
TW: ( ).
AW: Yes, ma'am. That was my favorite book when I was little. And I still got it.
TW: Do you tell yourself stories?
AW: Yes, ma'am. Every night when I go to bed, I sneak me some, I get me some books and read them until I get, until I am done with every last one, then I go to sleep.
TW: Even if the lights are out, you read in the dark-?
AW: Yes, ma'am.
TW: -Or do you sneak and turn the lights on?
AW: My mama told me to, um, cut the light off, but I acted like I was reading, I read loud, I was reading loudly and couldn't hear her.
TW: So, you like to read?
AW: Uh-huh.
TW: Do you and your sister tell stories to each other?
AW: I taught her how to read books. I read some books to her and let her read some little books of mine and, before school started so she could learn how to read before she goes to kindergarten.
TW: What kind of stories do you tell at the dinner table? Just talk about your day at school?
AW: We have dessert if we have some, then we go and read. I always get a book to read from school.
TW: Thank you very much for telling us your story.
AW: You're welcome.
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