A lot of them looked forward to seeing ‘their white folks’ again after they died. A lot thought the slaves down the road had it bad, but personally they had enjoyed their lives, though they certainly lacked material things. It’s not as if they wished to go back, but it’s notable that they lacked rancor. Their life had simply been different then.
One woman stands out, she hated her former master 60 years later. A terrible situation to be tied to someone you loathe and can’t get away from. I had a boss like that for about 5 years.
I have had bosses like that, too. One in particular comes to mind. She took one look at me and just hated me. She made my life hell, but I loved the job so I stuck it out and she eventually got fired.