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sainthood and plans for a new heaven and a new Earth. 20 years passed between the voices first autobiography and his second during these two decades. A great deal change for him. After almost 25 years editing the crisis, the boys left the N A a C P in 1934 to return to Atlanta University. He published a slew of essays, editorials and books, including Black Reconstruction. The Gift of Black Folk and Black Folk. Then and now, he took an active role in Pan African conventions that endeavored to wrench control of Africa away from European powers and put it in the hands of Africans themselves. He traveled to Africa throughout Europe several times and enjoyed a visit to Russia, where communism demonstrated to him the possibilities of massive economic planning and racial harmony. Willis and his father's journey had begun in Fairview. Nathaniel was the pastor at one of the local churches. Fairview was a bit too small to be considered a city and a little too large to be a town. It was somewhere in the middle. As far back as he could remember, Willis had lived in the same neighborhood in Fairview, his father bought the very last house that was available in their community. He was proud of the great deal he got when buying it. He would often tell people about the day he discovered the perfect home. The story always began with It was just my lucky. My wife, Ivy and I decided to go house hunting. We were expecting our first child, and we wanted him to grow up in a nice neighborhood. I was actually looking for something small and simple, nothing too expensive with his love to hear his father's story about the house. He had heard it so many times that he could almost recited word for word. Nathan, your live e were driving around and they got lost in Fairview. I ve wanted to ask someone for directions. Button. Eighth Annual was too stubborn to stop. They rode around for hours until all of the houses started to look the same. Ivy was tired and ready to go home, but Nathaniel was not about to give up. They were supposed to turn left onto Fairview Road, but all they could find was Fairview Way. It was a one way street, and they could only turn right? Close enough, said Nathaniel. He didn't care that he was on the wrong street. He just wanted to find something. Ivy stared at him, shook her head and looked at her watch. Oh, Terminate. Which way do we go now? She was frustrated. I don't really know, but I'm certain we'll find something. Nathaniel was still eager, even though his stomach was growling. He was determined to find his house, and he was not going to give up easily. Nathaniel drove slowly through the neighborhood. He checked each house, but none were for sale. Eventually became discouraged. Chapter one. Anyone exactly remember my mama? But I know she was soft and smell of jerkins hand lotion, and I suspect she used to put Dr Pepper and my baby bottle. Sometimes the smell of Jergens lotion and the taste of Dr Pepper always gave me a warm, happy feeling. Once I discovered this phenomenon on, tried to avoid those two products, for I didn't want to take a chance. And wearing out that marvelous feeling, I knew if it became commonplace, it would lose its special magic. When you get accustomed to something good, you forget sometimes how exceptional it is Daddy told me my mama had been a dancer. I ain't seen old pictures of her with her sparkling outfits and feathered caps. My daddy was her manager when she died. He couldn't afford to keep our house, he told me That's when we moved in with my grandmother, her mother at in Caller grandmother, though she insisted I call her Mrs Brown. Besides being my mama's manager, Dan was also an inventor. He was good at making two things. Stop. People didn't want stuff people couldn't use, but he tried. Amazing people were the hottest Mrs Brown's night. My baby's not lady. I cried past the lump in my throat. Don't tickle me is with me, Boy. My grandmother stood with her hands on her hips, her wiry gray hair plastered back in a bun and her foot tapping on the floor. I could never stand up to our critical gaze. Daddy put his hand on my shoulder, gently going up to your room. Now, he said he would never stick up for himself with my grandmother. He told me more than once it was because he was building to her because she took us in to help him out with raising me. He had to tolerate her sharp tongue and evil eye. I knew we were a burden to her.