Hello friends and relatives of Bartholomew,
I have been very inattentive to our web page, but read on and the reason will become obvious.
My wife and I have relocated from Atlanta (Kennesaw), Georgia to Nashville (Madison) Tennessee. God laid out a plan that made the decision easy. We will miss our large wonderful home in Georgia, but being united with family in Tennessee makes it worthwhile.
We’ve rented our villa in Kennesaw for one year, and will reevaluate what we’re going to do once we grow up. After some deep soul sharing, Ti and I decided to give four students at Kennesaw State University one less thing to worry about while they finished their senior year of college. Student housing is scarce in our area.
Both my wife and I have wanted to move close to her family and to mine for a number of years, but job and other obligations have kept us in the Atlanta area. Then, in the Spring of 2016, God started working his magic. A quick turn of events had my son relocate to Nashville, shortly followed by his wife and our grandson. With no reason to stay in Atlanta, we considered that the stars were lined up, so we pushed in our chips and started a new life.
Yes, God may lay out plans, but I’ve come to the conclusion that, as awesome as those plans may be, they don’t come for free. We had to spend many $ to make our home appropriate for tenants. Regretfully, we decide to do most of the work ourselves. By the time we were ready to MOVE, both of us were exhausted. But we pushed on and finally had our belongings in a Nashville storage facility by mid-August. We made a quick sprint back to Atlanta to put final touches on the house before the tenants invaded us, and then finally arrived back in Nashville on July 30, 2016.
Exhausted and in need of a bed I went straight to our storage facility to fetch a mattress and box spring. Oh, just let me get these to my humble abode, I thought to myself, until I raised the door and realized that our worst case scenario had come to pass. Most everything we owned was sitting in a flooded storage shelter, our mattress and all of our bedding included.
We closed the unit’s door, drove straight to Mattress Firm on Galatian Pike, and was laying on a made bed within two hours. This was our new home. Home of Bill and Ti Stovall with our cat, Karma.
There are many positive things that’s come from us being so close and available to our family members. Regrettably our beloved cat, Karma, was not in Gods long term plan. She had always been an indoor/outdoor cat. One day early on we let her walk around outside and take a look. She never looked back. It’s been over a week and no one has seen hide nor hair or her.
My humble abode looks and feels nothing like our large home back in Georgia. It’s one room with a private shower/commode combination that, thankfully, offers privacy. It’s about 300 sq feet and filled with love and compromise. The “room” sits in the back of my nephew’s house and is more than enough room for Ti and I to rest and contemplate our future.
For those who are interested, I plan on closing down our novel, Bartholomew Stovall – The English Immigrant, edit some of the content, and make it a better novel. No one will be able to order the book online until I re-release it; probably in October. I do have a small quantity of hardbacks/softback copies available that can be ordered from me directly. I’ve changed my address on our web page www.bartholomewstovall.com, but I can be found at 913 Vantrease Rd, Madison, TN 37115.
And finally, the new novel, Mary Wilkie, is developing very well. The story line is complete and writing is 100 pages in. For those who have read the novel, Bartholomew, remember that Mary sailed the passage with Bartholomew. He is intertwined into the story and I’m very proud of this work.
Again, I do apologize to my friends on FB at Bartholomew Stovall, and www.bartholomewstovall.com. Each day I find more time to dedicate to our work.
Peace be with you.