I remember the times when my sister and I would visit my grandmother in Lake County (Tiptonville). My sister, cousins, and me was in Reelfoot Lake swimming when she jumped on my back and I almost drowned. Also my sister and cousin got to fighting because my cousin threw our dog in the lake. Today I don't swim because of that incident.

Another incident happened when we picked a boll of cotton out of the field and gave it to my grandmother for some flower. She told us that we were in trouble for messing with that cotton because we were messing up the owner's money.

Another thing that happened was that my grandmother's friend called her one night and told her that a werewolf was in the area and it was one of those hot summers so we locked all the doors and windows and got plenty of weapons out to protect us. We had hammers, axe handles, axes, boat ores and saws. I was the smallest out of the bunch so my grandmother said if he comes that way, I can hit him on the toe. About three hours later her friend called her back and told her that everything was all right now because the werewolf had left the area.

My earliest memory of Memphis was when I came to visit about 4 or 5 years ago. It was riding the trolley. It was exciting to take a tour around downtown Memphis. It was really interesting to see the unique sights and sounds of downtown. I liked riding around on the train, making stops at interesting places like the Civil Rights Museum and Beale Street. I liked riding through the Marriott. It seemed like you are riding through the Hotel. I liked seeing venders selling their goods at the park. I loved riding by, smelling hot dogs, onions, and bell peppers cooking on the grill. My favorite part was riding by the pier seeing the old Mississippi. 

 Of course, for me writing is a form of self expression. Group writing is a means of learning the thoughts of others and their differing expressions and interpretations of truth when compared to our own and, ideally, to be prepared to adjust our opinions and/or judgments according to what we hear in "Group." In order to be a group, we must be prepared to learn as well as teach. When writing is a real group experience "check your soap box at the door!"

Writing class at Door of Hope seems to be the closest thing to reality. We get to write about anything, we have the options. This is the only connection I have in life to something that is real. We get to share our thoughts, even feelings. Writing is a great way to communicate because all my life I felt I didn't belong in this world. I have leanred how to respect others thinking and intellect. I feel good and I feel hope, a satisfaction of accomplishment. Here I meet real people with real needs. Other than expressing, you can have coffee and friends.

It was a wonderful feeling to get my story published because when I was younger, I wrote poetry. I had it published a couple of times. But now that I'm older to have a story published is nice to go with my other accomplishments of singer and songwriter. Writing the story to me is a little like writing music, except a little harder because the words do not come easy as to what you want to say. So it is a real honor to me to be able to take time out from dealing with the public to write and get paid for it. I seem to like it better than doing interviews. If my stories can give people hope and help them continue to get through their day. Then, yes, knowing that I will write and have another great accomplishment at the same time. 

Thank you.

Memphis, Tennessee

Please reader, note: there are many ways to travel. Paper poem, or book of poems, worded poems. The square art of photo, at being photo and ending photo.Tales of a visit poems and vacation poems. Arts paint print number are often used.

Course, as stated from our paper Advocate. To present fun run fun action. It happens and in ever end. Dissent number reaction ends. Hello to written and bys. 

Joshua Jr. Williams, Door of Hope.

In junior high I had a math teacher and he was different from me. His name was Mr. Broutter and the thing that is about this is his education and job is the thing that was different than me. He was white and I am black. He was my homeroom teacher and he lived in White Station. He was my math teacher and I was just a student.