Tammi Terrell (1945-1970)
On this vivid autumn Saturday morning, Tammi Terrell's music is filling up the living room of a comfortable home on Upsal Street in Germantown.
"Ain't no mountain high enough ... ain't no river wide enough, to keep me from getting to you."
It's the home where Tammi grew up and where her sister Ludie still lives.
The songs on the boombox are bouncy and playful, so catchy in that Motown circa-'60s way that you half expect Tammi to come bounding down the steps and break into song any second.
That's not going to happen, of course.
Tammi Terrell's been dead for 38 years.
She was 24 when she died.
Because Tammi never had the chance to grow old, she looks alive and vibrant and remarkably stunning in almost every picture that still exists of her.
"She was a rambunctious kid, she loved everyone," her sister Ludie says, looking through old photographs on her lap. "Everyone was her cousin."
Looking at the pictures you get the impression that this was a woman who squeezed a lot into 24 years.
"That's true," her sister says.
"�S� Se Puede!"
Time Is Money