I interviewed a woman about her grandmother whose mother was a slave. Then she told me about her colorful aunt. An Easter Sunday mass, the children in their holiday finest. They watched as fiery Aunt Pink, in all her glory and joie de vivre, entered church and walked down the aisle. An excerpt: "...She jumped up and throwed her fan one way and her handkerchief the other way and she went, started down the aisle patting and, you know, she fell dead!..."