When I was a little kid, we had a black maid named Rainy. I was crazy about her. I used to say she was made of chocolate. She took no insult at all, nor did I intend any, as I was only three or four. She was our maid till I was a bout six.

After that, our maids were always from Central America. My mom kept the maid we got when I was about eight till just about six years ago. She died a couple years later, then my mom died a couple years after that at age 84.