My father was just and good to both white and colored, and as they dwelt and worked together I never heard or saw one cruel act perpetrated. The workers were fed well, clothed well, and allowed, after their regular work, to earn wages, and thus the industrious lived most comfortably. There was not a trace of aggressiveness as there is now, but the people were jolly and always full of jokes and pranks. For instance, they had devious ways of procuring extra passes, without which they could not leave their masters’ farms.
—Kate Virginia Cox Logan (1840–1915)
I looked so much like a guy you couldn’t tell if I was a boy or a girl. I had no hair, I wore guys’ clothes, I walked like a guy ... [ellipsis in source] I didn’t do anything right except sports. I was a social dropout, but sports was a way I could be acceptable to other kids and to my family.
—Karen Logan (b. 1949)