Memoirs in Poetry

By Pastor Felix Hill

My poems are about real life experiences. The stories are true, The Lord gave me the ability to make them all rhyme. I wrote some of them when I was very sad, because of the death of a very close family member. Some was written when I was happy, I remember things in my childhood that made me very happy and also some are about some of the mistakes that I made before I was born again. I had dreams for a long time of the mistakes that I, had made, and they did not stop until I was forgiven by the Lord Jesus Christ. When I became a preacher I begin to write about the people God used in My Christian life. The preachers in my book are real, and they are some of my bestfriends, they helped me get started in the ministry. We are all older now and we share in our life experiences. The poems would come to my mind as I began to think about my life and all the things that I had done and the people that I was blessed to know and have a relationship with. I thank God for the ability to write life experiences in poetry.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781728317366

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Contents

The Mask Of Death

Sin

Devil’s Cliff

Is My Ministry Over?

Ruthie Mae

Fairfax Inn

Crawly Lane

The Fastest Man Alive

Davey Doe’s Dust

Henry Junior

Sing- Sing

Coffeyville

Bro Ray Is Gone

Big Bertha

Birdie

Mother Hill

Little Sister

Jd

Billy Mack

Des-Mo

Elder Mack

I’m A Big Boy Now

In Search Of The Matriarch

Buck

Dorothy Jean

Strange, Strange Land

Sisters Joy And Minnie Pain

My name is Felix Hill Jr. I was born October 14th 1936, about 16 miles from Forrest City Arkansas. My parents were farmers in a settlement called Dansby. It was located between Forrest City and Marianna Arkansas. I did not have a birth certificate until I was 8 years old. We moved to Kansas City Kansas in September of 1943, I was 6 years old; I turned 7 years old in October, of that year, at that time my parents called me Henry Junior Hill. When my mother took me to school she told the teacher my name and the teacher wrote my father’s name as Henry Hill Sr. My mother informed the teacher that my father’s name was Felix Hill, this was confusing to the teacher so she asked who was Henry Hill. My mother told her Henry was her father’s brother and his last name was not Hill, but Hall. The teacher told my mother that I could not be called a junior unless I had my father’s name, so we will have to drop Junior and just put Henry Hill. My mother told her she was not going to drop Junior so just put his name down as Felix Hill Junior Hill. The teacher told my mother she would have to go back to Forrest City Arkansas and have a birth certificate made up for me, and she and my father could put my name as Felix Junior Hill. In 1944 we went back to Arkansas, and with my grandparents help, they obtained a birth certificate for me Felix Junior Hill. I did not like my new name. The next year when I passed to the 2nd grade at old Grant School I met a boy named Nathaniel, so when I went to school. I told the teacher my name was Nathaniel Hill of course you could not do that today. I got away with it until one day my mother came to school to bring me a rain coat, because it was raining.

She asked the teacher to see little Felix Junior, the teacher told her there was no Felix Junior in her class. I saw my mother and I tried to hide behind the boy in front of me. As my mother started to leave she saw me, and told the teacher there he is. The teacher informed her, no that little Nathaniel Hill. The jig was up. The teacher called me up front and once again I was Felix Hill Jr. I like the name so much that when my mother had my little brother in 1945, she named him Nathaniel Hill. I was the only child for about 10 years. I had a brother born August 1938, but he only lived for 2 months. I was raised by myself until 1946 my mother’s sister, Sue brought her son, Buck Theodis Gray to our house. He was seven years old, and I was 10. His father was killed, we were raised together. My mother started to have kids again, she had 9 more children. I’m 25 years older than my baby sister. My father was a hard working man, he worked nights in a steel mill, and did odd jobs during the day with his truck. He took me with him and when I was 13 years old he bought me a 1931 model A. My father began to drink heavy in his latter years, and it destroyed him, and his marriage to my mother. He died in 1986 at the age of70, a