When I was about nine, Pop and I moved to Westfield. Times were still hard for us though. But Pop found a job in a grocery store and we all slept together in the attic under its roof. We cooked and washed in a shed attached to back of the building.

My father had switched his religious affiliation from Presbyterian to African Methodist Episcopal Zion. He was able to build a church called the Downer Street St. Luke A.M.E. Zion. Ben and I helped him lay the first bricks. The church consisted of rural Blacks from the South that our small church was able to hold together.