Aunt Julie
I grew up in a small community called Clifton, it was a beautiful place on the Kentucky river. For as long as I can remember, everyone called her Aunt Julie and spoke of her with such respect. Even though she was black and we were all white, I really thought that she was my aunt until I was almost grown. My favorite memories of her are at Halloween, she was our favorite house. She would ask you to come in and she would talk to you for a little while and we would all leave with a apple or an orange. I think she looked forward to trick or treating as much as we did, if not more... She was a very special lady and I love her.
