Music in My Heart: My Journey with Melody

On Sunday morning, I go to church with Melody’s family. Mrs. Porter pats the bench, inviting me to slide in next to her. As we sing the first hymn, I remember the song that brought me here. Will I be able to play the music when it’s time to go home? My fingers tap out the notes on my lap. Yes, how could I ever forget?

After the service, Melody and I go down to the community room for another Student Walk to Freedom Club meeting. It’s time to choose a project. Yvonne says that some people will stay here to make signs. We’re picking the Windwood grocery store this week because they won’t hire black people. And if enough people show up, Windwood has to listen. So we need plenty of signs for picketing. Melody says that making signs could be fun. But then Yvonne reminds us there’s another choice.

We also need volunteers to help stuff envelopes. We’ll join some other groups at a meeting hall downtown. We want to get the word out for Conyers. I don’t know what Conyers are. But I’ve stuffed plenty of envelopes for my dad’s campaign before. It’s easy, and it would leave Melody and me time to talk. But, so I would making posters. Melody says either sounds like fun. I get to choose.