Hunter Johnston In Memphis, Tennessee |
E-mail - hjohnst@bellsouth.net |
I live in and am slowly restoring a century-plus home that my great grandfather began in 1897. |
I enjoy researching local history, gardening, and genealogy. I conduct historical tours of Memphis |
Johnston Hall in Spring with azalias in bloom |
Fall, when the maple leaves are golden |
The East side in snow beneath the sycamore tree |
This is me some years ago with my late dog Sacha when she was a puppy. I still have Danny, another dalmatian, and two cats; Cassie & Czar. |
This is me dressed in 1850's costume and volunteering as a docent at a Memphis historical house. |
Here I am with a beard and way back before my hair turned gray. |
My personal emblem; a Mockingbird, rampant! |
I am a Gay man that is "out" to family and friends. I have been fortunate to have a very supportive family; not only because I am Gay and they accept me completely, but also because I recently had cancer and they saw me through the tough times of the treatment. Glad to report the cancer is gone and I am on the road to recovery. |
Here I am in a Mardis Gras costume |
Here I am as a judge for the Gay Pride Parade in Memphis in 1998. I had cancer then but did not yet know it. (I look awful) |
This was me about to board the Memphis Queen (a riverboat) during the Gay Pride Festival in 1980's |
This is me being "butch" and helping put up a chain link fence. |
Alas, no recent pictures of me at this time. I lost 40 pounds during my treatments and although I have gained some back; I need to look a little better before I pose for the camera. |
Check back, I will be posting a recent photo once I improve a little more. |
My favorite flower is the Iris and here are some in my garden at Johnston Hall |
You are visitor number: |
Ribbon Campaigns ask you to be Aware & Care |
Red = AIDS |
White = Gay Teen Suicide |
Blue = Colon & rectal Cancer |
Thanks for stopping here, please come again. |
"The Quote Corner" |
A friend is someone who knows all about you; and likes you anyway. |
Orson Wells |
Love, like Lent, only comes to those of us who still believe. |
Rod McKuen |