As the daughter of Reverend Van Pettway, the sister of gravestone maker Perkins Pettway, and the wife of yard-charm maker Finest Major, Lizzie Major has been tied into the primary religious and quasi-religious traditions of Gee's Bend her entire life.
I was born down here in Gee's Bend in a place they called Brown's Quarters. My daddy was the Reverend Van Pettway, mother was Mary Sellers Pettway. I worked in the field all my life, first for my parents, later on with my husband. Cotton, corn, peas, and millet was what we raised. Cows and hogs, too. I still try to raise a few cows. I'm seventy-eight. My husband is in a rest home in Selma. During the co-op days, the NYA come in, I was a young teenager, 1937, '38. We had a building we all went to; we have lessons like schoolkids. We get paid to learn, about three dollars a day, learned to make fans, baskets out of split oak bark, corn-shuck rugs. They take them away and sell them. They let us keep one something we made, a basket or a rug or one of something. I ended up with a basket and a rug.
I started piecing quilts in 1939 and got married in 1941. My husband, Finest Major, and me, we had eleven children. I got children all over now: son in New Jersey; two children in Rochester, New York; two in Bronx, New York; son in Manhattan; son in Queens. My brother Little Van you might heard about. He was deformed, legs stopped at his knees, feet was where his knees be, but he got around. My brother Perkins Pettway everybody know. He the one make the grave markers for the dead people. My husband, Finest, he put these stuff along the fence. There's a piece of a bean plow and a bottle, a chain and a iron piece of a coon trap, a chain off a mule plow, a piece of pipe from a wood heater, and some wire off a gas heater, and if you keep going back you going to find some other stuff, too. I don't know why he put it up. He had his reasons.
My great-grandparents were slaves, name Bill and Emma Campbell. The Van de Graaffs from Tuscaloosa owned them, old man Hargrove Van de Graaff. They used to tell us about slavery time, hard life at that time. They ate out of a trough like a hog. They knock off work and bring them to the trough, pour the food in the trough. Everybody went to the trough, got down like a animal and eat with they hand out of the trough.