They call my house a hoodoo house. They say you can come there with some problems. Even my mama say, “L.V., you ain’t practicing no hoodoo in there?” I say, “Mama, I don’t know nothing about no hoodoo.” Some white people came once, say, “Can we come in and talk?” They told me they were needing some help, they couldn’t sleep, and then their dog couldn’t sleep. There was some kind of racket they could hear, wouldn’t let them sleep. They said they could tell that I knew something. I told them to get them a fruit jar and fill it full of water and vinegar—half and half—add some salt, and then get them six marbles and put in the jar, and bury that jar and come back in a month’s time and tell me something. I had done forgot about the month and then they came back grinning and everything. They was so happy. “Oh, Miss Hull, we been sleeping and the dog been sleeping and we ain’t had no more trouble with them strange noises.” But it was just because of their belief. I just made up all that stuff, but as long as it helped them it’s alright.
