A’Lelia Walker’s Grand Harlem Funeral: August 1931

Posted on 08/16/2011 at 4:48pm

Eighty years ago this month on August 17, 1931–after a lovely day at the beach celebrating a friend’s birthday– A’Lelia Walker, my great-grandmother and namesake, died in Long Branch, New Jersey. She and six pals from Harlem had enjoyed the sea breezes and dined on lobster and chocolate cake earlier that day. Prohibition notwithstanding, they’d toasted each other with champagne. And, there had been lots and lots of laughter.

Just as the parties she hosted at her salon, The Dark Tower, and in her mansion, Villa Lewaro, had been grand, so was her funeral. Here’s my description from On Her Own Ground: The Life and Times of Madam C. J. Walkermy biography of A’Lelia Walker’s mother, entreprenuer Madam C. J. Walker.

“More than 11,000 people filed through Howell’s Funeral Home [on Seventh Avenue in Harlem] the night before the services…In the open casket, A’Lelia wore a gown of gold lace and tulle over lavendar satin with a pale green velvet sash draped around her body. Her feet were covered in apple-green satin slippers. Around her neck were her cherished Chinese amber prayer beads…Three orchids, a gift from Bessye Bearden [mother of artist Romare Bearden], had been placed in her hands.”

“By early Saturday morning nearly 1,000 people had gathered outside the mortuary for the invitation-only funeral. ‘But just as for her parties, a great many more invitations had been issued than the small but exclusive Seventh Avenue funeral parlor could provide for,’ Langston Hughes remembered [in his autobiography, The Big Sea].”

“Appropriately the service was filled with music performed by A’Lelia’s friends. The Bon Bons, a female quartet, opened with “Steal Away to Jesus.” Paul Bass, who often had entertained at 80 Edgecombe [her pied-a-terre], offered ‘I’ll See You Again,‘ A’Lelia’s favorite melody from Noel Coward’s 1929 play, Bitter SweetMary McLeod Bethune, speaking ‘in that great deep voice of hers,’ delivered the eulogy…As friends and family sifted through the meaning of Mrs. Bethune’s words, Inter-State Tattler columnist and music critic Edward Perry read ‘To A’Lelia,’ a poem that Langston Hughes had written two days after A’Lelia’s death.

 So all who love laughter/And joy and light,/Let your prayers be as roses/For this queeen of the night.

Dr. Mary McLeod Bethune, Mae Walker Perry and Marion R. Perry at A’Lelia Walker’s graveside

Later, at Woodlawn Cemetery, Mae [Walker Perry, her daughter], Marion [Perry], Mayme [White], Mrs. Bethune and a small group gathered around the flower-filled space that had been dug beside her mother’s grave. From above, Colonel Hubert Fauntleroy Julian, the world’s first black licensed pilot, dropped two bouquets of gladiolas and dahlias from a small plane. ‘That really was the end of the gay times of the New Negro era in Harlem,’ Hughes later wrote. ‘The Depression brought everybody down a peg or two. And the Negroes had but few pegs to fall.'”

Years later her friend Carl Van Vechten, the novelist and photographer, described A’Lelia Walker to  Chester Himes, author of If He Hollers, Let Him Go: “You should have known A’Lelia Walker. Nothing in this age is quite as good as THAT…I miss her…What a woman!”

Langston Hughes/Pastel by Winold Reiss

Hughes described her as “a gorgeous dark Amazon in a silver turban…A’Lelia Walker was the joy goddess of Harlem’s 1920s.”

Copyright: A’Lelia Bundles August 17, 2011

A’Lelia Bundles is at work on Joy Goddess: A’Lelia Walker and the Harlem Renaissance, the first major biography of her great-grandmother.

For updates about the book, please visit our  Madam Walker and A’Lelia Walker Family Archives  Website and Facebook page and our Madam C. J. Walker Biography Facebook page and Madam C. J. Walker Official Website.

Contact A’Lelia at http://www.aleliabundles.com/ and visit her personal Facebook page.

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