Journal Editor Celebrates 70th Birthday (kind of)

William Robert Stovall Sr., editor of the National Stovall Family Association Journal recently confessed that he has reached the 70th year of his life; a milestone he never thought possible.

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William Robert Stovall Sr.

Mr. Stovall delayed a preliminary announcement, suggesting, “I really wasn’t certain of my born on year, and I forgot where I filed my birth certificate. My wife and I searched all through our records and had almost given up until she located it in my sock drawer.”

Stovall, who also penned the well-received novel “Bartholomew Stovall, The English Immigrant” has been published in numerous periodicals and concentrates primarily on human interested and historical features.
Bartholomew Stovall is a finely crafted chronology of William’s grandfather from nine generations past. It’s an enthralling tale of the English Immigrant who indentured himself at age eighteen and sailed from England to America in 1684.
In a recent conversation, Mr. Stovall spoke openly about aging and the realities of reaching seventy years.
Me: Bill, are you of the mindset that seventy is the new fifty?
Stovall: No, I don’t believe that at all. I don’t feel like I’m fifty, I feel like I’m seventy. When I was fifty I ran four miles every day for exercise. By the time I reached my mid-sixties I had screws in my ankles and a knee replacement. When I had to quit running, I had a few good years in the gym, but they won’t let me go there anymore.
Me: They won’t let you go to your gym anymore?
Stovall: Yeah, there were signs that said “Free Weights” so I started taking them home. That only lasted until they cancelled my membership. From that point, I have not had a steady workout routine. It bothered me for a while but I’ve come to realize that exercising everyday just means that you die healthy.
Me: Er . . Well, Bill . . . you look in good shape . . . for a man of seventy years. Surely you can attribute this to . . . some secret.
Stovall: Yeah, I don’t worry a lot. I’ve always lived by the philosophy that you should never worry about things that don’t worry about you.
Me: . . . So, let me get this straight. You have eliminated worry?
Stovall: I won’t say that I have eliminated worry. I just don’t dwell on things like most people who are younger. When I turned seventy I realized that, not only did I survive my sixties, but I also survived the sixties. I think that speaks well for anyone my age.
Me: ? ? ? Bill, can you reflect on your childhood and tell how things have changed in seventy years?
Stovall: Yes, when I was a child, I was very young.
Me: But . . . Bill, you’re only seventy. Surely there are things you can recall?
Stovall: Yes, I can remember when the Dead Sea was only very sick.
Me: Oh please Bill. Again, you are only seventy. It’s not like you are ancient.
Stovall: Let’s put it this way. If things improve with age, I’m approaching magnificent.
Me: Well, OK! . . . Mr. Stovall, are there any tips you might want to add before we conclude?
Stovall: Yes. At my age, I will say that I know my way around. I just don’t feel like going.

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About bartholomewstovall

Author of Bartholomew Stovall. A novel about the immigrant who came to America in 1684.
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