A Thanksgiving to Remember

At a point during the playful and respectful roasting from Megan, Harold pushed his chair out from the end of the table, grabbed his empty dessert plate in one hand and leaned toward me. “Theo, now you’ll see why I struggle with my weight.” A jolly laugh followed him to the other end of the table.

SANCTUARY

A Legacy of Memories

By T. M. Brown

Sanctuary, A Legacy of Memories = Fiction Finalist, American Book Fest “Best Book” Awards 2018

CHAPTER TWENTY

Time crept. Minutes became hours. Every attempt to capture any semblance of actual sleep proved futile. Capitulation arrived shortly after four when I poured a cup of coffee and sat down in the living room.

The bulletin from last evening’s service bookmarked the passage Arnie referenced in his message, but my Bible soon rested open on my lap. I massaged my eyes and petitioned, “Okay Lord, what’re you trying to share with me?”

When I read one more time, “I have seen you in your sanctuary…” my thoughts went into overdrive. I lowered my Bible again, laid my glasses on top, and stared at the colorless shadows beyond the window.  

Stumped, I placed my glasses back on my nose and shut my Bible. As the pages flopped together, the bulletin floated onto my lap. I slipped it inside the front cover just as the sound of a stifled yawn drew my attention.

Rubbing her eyes, Liddy mumbled, “How long have you been up?”

I got up from my recliner and pointed to the kitchen table. “Sit down, and I’ll pour you some coffee. Did I wake you?”

Liddy propped her chin on the palms of her hands. “Nooo… I rolled over to cuddle but found only your pillow. Anything wrong?”

I placed a cup of coffee in front of her, topped off my own and then sat across from her. 

“No, nothing’s wrong. I couldn’t get rid of a dream that haunted me through the night, so I got up and read a bit. I hoped I might at least understand why I couldn’t dismiss it and fall back to sleep.”

Still groggy, she wrinkled her nose. “Hun, you’re just getting too stressed over this Jessie Masterson and John Priestly project of yours.”

“Just hold one sec. Let me show you something.” I fetched my Bible, opened it and pulled out the bulletin again to bookmark the passage, but my circled reminder, “Sanctuary,” caught my eye.

Liddy raised her head off her palm. “What’s the matter?”

“Hmm… you’re probably right. It’s just my imagination working overtime, I reckon.” 

My lopsided grin lingered as I recalled why I wrote the reminder. “How would you feel ‘bout you and I looking into helping to restart Sanctuary?”

She pulled the bulletin from my grasp and carefully inspected it, and then inquired, “Do ya think Pete and the others would be interested? I mean, we literally couldn’t restart it on our own.”

“Of course not. I didn’t mean we’d lead it but offer support from behind the scenes. I bet Mary, Jeannie, and likely Phillip would be interested in the idea.”

Liddy fiddled with her cup in one hand, holding the bulletin in the other. “It actually could be a great idea. It’d serve as a remarkable legacy to Jessie. Not to mention, we could do it together.” Liddy grabbed my hands, kissed them, and looked back up with a confident smile. “Want some breakfast?”

“Yeah, but only toast for me. We’ve got Thanksgiving dinner at Harold’s to look forward to today.”

# # #

We left for Harold’s around one thirty. As we passed Adams Feed and Hardware, Liddy said, “Let’s not forget, we need to stop there. How about Saturday?”

“Absolutely. We’re going to need a bunch of new Christmas decorations this year anyway.”

Liddy craned her neck as we passed. “Hey! There’s the fresh load of Christmas trees still on the trailer too. Saturday… It’s a date.”

We followed Megan’s easy-to-read directions and turned onto River Road as we left town. A few minutes later we pulled in front of an impressive gated entrance. 

“Well, I guess we’re here.” 

I lowered my window and pushed the red call button on the speaker. A polite voice promptly responded, “One moment please.” 

The black wrought iron gates crept open seconds later.

The oak-lined drive wound back and around to Harold’s two-story estate home complete with an oversized detached three-car garage. Harold’s secretary waited on the front steps as we exited our vehicle. She waved and greeted us with a warm smile.

Liddy and I walked hand-in-hand to the grand front entrance. “Megan… what a surprise,” I said with a slightly puzzled look.

Megan smiled and said, “Mister Phillips, good to see you again. This must be Missus Phillips.”

I glanced at Liddy’s surprised expression. “Liddy, this is Megan from Harold’s office. She’s the young lady who dropped off the directions that guided us here so precisely.”

Liddy offered her hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Megan. Your directions were most helpful. Thank you. Are you joining us today?”

Megan giggled beneath her hand, masking a coy smile. “Why yes ma’am. I live here.” She received Liddy’s hand and then declared matter-of-factly, “Harold’s my father-in-law.”

“Which Archer are you married to, if I may ask,” I said.

“Hank’s my husband. I believe you’ve met him.” 

“Why yes. In fact, we’ve met all of Harold’s sons and can tell he’s quite proud of them all.”

We removed our coats in the foyer and admired the double stairwell leading upstairs from opposite sides of the expansive front entry. A wide hallway led into a massive great room with seating on each side of a floor to ceiling, stone open-hearth fireplace. Two sets of patio doors on either side provided access to the veranda. Panoramic window panes offered an unobstructed, breathtaking view of the manicured fenced yard, rolling hills, and distant meadows. 

Megan broke the silence. “Beautiful, isn’t it? I just can’t get enough of it either.”

Liddy recovered from her open-mouth stare. “Is all this part of your family’s property? It’s absolutely breathtaking and beautiful, as is this house as well.” 

Megan smiled with a rehearsed nod and pointed to two imposing tan suede leather sofas. “Please join me. Harold’s upstairs and will join us shortly. He asked me to keep you company.”

Liddy, a pro at small talk, put on her most polite, inquisitive smile. “Megan, excuse me, but I was just wondering if you and Hank have any children.”

Megan’s smile tensed. “No, ma’am. Not yet, but Hank and I expect to surprise Harold soon. We just celebrated our fourth anniversary, and hope to be in our own house that’ll include a nursery by the time we celebrate our next anniversary.”

I said, “I bet Harold will make a proud grandpa. There’s nothing like it.”

Megan wrung her folded hands, though her posture and tone appeared relaxed. 

Liddy rescued Megan and asked about the new house.

Megan’s tentativeness eased as she spoke. “Hank and I plan to build on the property Harold set aside as our wedding gift.” She pointed out the picture window behind her. “You can’t see it well from here, but it’s just beyond those trees. It’s a beautiful piece of property with a view of Shiloh Creek, ideally suited to raise a family.”

I smiled and nodded. 

“Mister Phillips, how many children do you have?”

“Please, Theo and Liddy.” 

“Why thank you, Theo.” She turned to Liddy. “And, Liddy is such a pretty name. Is it short for Lydia?”

Liddy blushed as she nodded. “Yes, it is.”

Megan said, “Lydia’s one of my favorite names. In the Bible, Lydia was a strong and confident business women who helped launch a church.”

Liddy’s reddened cheeks grew as she smiled and sat an inch taller in her seat. She knew the story of Lydia from Philippi well and enjoyed the image of her namesake. 

Liddy held up two fingers and said, “We have two wonderful grown sons, and they’ll be visiting Shiloh with their families for Christmas.”

“That’s wonderful. Bet you’re anxious and counting the days.” Megan sighed. “As for me, I was born and raised right here in good ol’ Shiloh. My mom and dad still live just outside of town. And since I don’t have any brothers or sisters, mom regularly harps about any news regarding the prospect of their first grandchild.” 

Uncomfortable, awkward silence followed before I changed the subject. “I’m not sure if Harold said anything, but did you know I’m working on a story about Jessie Masterson? Since you were raised here, I’d love to talk about your experiences and memories related to Coach Masterson. I imagine he was at Shiloh High when you went there.”

Megan beamed with the mention of Jessie, but an exuberant laugh interrupted our conversation. 

Harold looked down from the balcony rail. “Theo! Liddy! I see you’re enjoying the company of my charming and talented daughter-in-law.” 

Liddy and I both rose to our feet as he approached. He shook my hand and gave Liddy a generous smile. 

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

“Mista’ Harold, you and your guests, ‘bout ready?” said Harold’s matronly gray-haired African-American housekeeper. She stood patiently at the doorway leading onto the veranda wearing a traditional white broad collared maid’s uniform with a starched apron.

“Maddie, if you’re about ready out there, I reckon we’re ready.”

With a little huff, Maddie said, “Come on then. I’ve been waitin’ on you folks, Master Harold, and I’m sure these nice folks has been waitin’ on you.” She opened the door and pointed to a table all set for us.

Harold sat at the head of the table, and we sat across from Megan. A plump, partially-carved roasted turkey accompanied by butter beans, green beans, collards, mashed potatoes, a sweet potato casserole, dressing and both pumpkin and pecan pies covered the other end of the table. 

Harold pulled a bottle of Chenin Blanc off the side cart behind him and popped the cork. He rotated the label for us to see. 

I smiled. “Yes, looks like a nice wine choice, thank you, Harold,” and then he filled four crystal glasses and passed them to each of us. 

I took a sip pretending to know a little about savoring wines. I offered a modest grin of approval. Liddy took a smaller sip and smiled politely towards our host before she placed the wine glass down and nonchalantly reached for her glass of tea.

“I’m glad y’all approve. Thought it’d be an appropriate complement to Maddie’s honey-basted turkey.” Harold extended his arms wide, drawing attention to Maddie as she prepared a plate for each of us.

As I waited for my plate to arrive, I said, “Harold, this is a nice treat, and the Lord certainly gave us a beautiful day to eat outside like this.” I then pointed to his immaculate lawn and gardens. “How do you find time to take care of all this? I’m jealous.” 

Harold’s laughter filled the veranda. “I’m far too busy. We’ve got a regular crew that maintains the grounds around here for us. But Theo, it’s me who’s jealous. You’ve done wonders with the old Priestly home. It’s obvious, y’all don’t mind getting your hands dirty.”

Maddie laid a full plate in front of me, careful not to disturb the pan gravy that floated atop the cornbread dressing and mashed potatoes. “I hope you ladies and gentlemens are hungree.” She pointed at the far end of the table. “There’s plenty more but leave room for some pie, and I’ll be right back if ya needs me.”

Harold applauded. “Maddie, mm, mm…you’ve outdone yourself, once again. Thank you.”

Liddy said, “Yes. Thank you, Miss Maddie.” Maddie’s round cheeks blushed as she stepped away. 

Throughout the meal, Harold directed the conversation and offered an endless history of the house and the property that had been passed down to him. He boasted about his family’s long history in Shiloh that began not long after the Civil War ended. 

He looked at Megan with a twinkle in his eye. “And it looks like Hank and Megan will be the first of my sons to build their own home. I’ve little doubt that Megan’s ready to move into her own house after putting up with four men coming and going all the time.”

Megan‘s cheeks turned pink, but she continued to focus on the food in front of her.

After we finished eating, Maddie reappeared over each of our shoulders and set a white coffee carafe on the table. “Missus Phillips, would you like pum’kin or pee-kan or maybe a little of each with your coffee?” 

Maddie served each of us with the same soft voice question. She wasted no time or motion as she efficiently tended to each of us. She then loaded each of our dirty plates along with the leftovers onto her wooden serving cart and rolled it away.

Between nibbles, Megan shared stories about serving as Harold’s administrative assistant. She left little doubt that she enjoyed the status of the position, and Harold glowed as Megan told stories about him.

At a point during the playful and respectful roasting from Megan, Harold pushed his chair out from the end of the table, grabbed his empty dessert plate in one hand and leaned toward me. “Theo, now you’ll see why I struggle with my weight.” A jolly laugh followed him to the other end of the table.

Megan’s stories continued as her eyes appeared to scold Harold.

“Ah come on Megan, it’s Thanksgiving. You know Maddie always serves me just a tiny piece anyway,” Harold said before he gobbled down a loaded forkful of pecan pie and tapped his belly. “Um, good. Don’t you agree, Theo?”

I looked at Liddy, leaned back in my chair and tapped my stomach. “As for me, if I ate another bite, I’d bust, not to mention Liddy will make me walk home.” 

After our dessert plates disappeared, Harold stood. “Megan, why don’t you offer Liddy a tour of the house and the grounds while Theo and me take a drive around the property.”

Liddy smiled at Megan and nodded, then I looked at Harold and said, “Sounds great to me.”

Before Harold and I walked away, he said to Megan, “We’ll probably be a couple of hours. I’ve got my phone if you need to reach me.” Then he looked at me. “We’ll go in my truck if that’s okay with you?”

“Sure,” I said as I looked over my shoulder and saw Liddy and Megan disappear into the house. “Harold, you’ve got a great daughter-in-law.”

A slight grin appeared on Harold’s face. “If only you knew how exceptional she truly is. That boy of mine doesn’t deserve her. There’re times I wonder why she puts up with him. I hope they’ll settle down soon because I just couldn’t do what I do without her.”

Harold pushed his truck’s key fob as we approached the garage, and his black dually’s diesel engine roared to life. “Door’s unlocked. Hop in. You can just toss my satchel in the back somewhere.” Country music already filled the cab but thankfully more appealing to my ears than Hank’s taste.

I adjusted my seat and buckled up. “Harold, this is nice. I’m impressed.” I ran my hand over the personalized logo burnt into the chaparral leather that covered the center console.

“I put a lot of time in my truck. Being mayor and all the other stuff I’m involved with around town; I figured long ago that I might as well enjoy my ride, don’t you agree?” He maneuvered the huge dually onto the gravel road and drove us to what he referred to as the Pine Groves. When we arrived, we stretched our legs along the path that wound through the property.

Harold boasted about the work involved in the maintenance of a profitable harvest of timber. I admired the patience and persistence required to cultivate and harvest pine trees. 

“Harold, clearly your family’s been a big part of this community, and you’ve well-established deep roots on this property and in town.”

“That’s true. The family still owns 500 acres, but going way back, we once owned two thousand of the most fertile acres that ever produced cotton and peanuts in these parts. There’s been an Archer on this land since General Sherman served as military governor of Georgia. Sadly, though, my great, great grandfather sold much of the property during some tough times that ravaged the plantation owners around here about 100 years ago. Although he did hold onto the most fertile acreage.”

“How did your family end up in Shiloh? It’s been my impression that your family’s always been here.”

Harold hesitated before continuing in a loud whisper. “Shh… we’ve Yankee roots. My family migrated from Pennsylvania. The story goes, not long after the war ended, my great, great, great grandfather heard about the abundance of fertile plantation land being auctioned off for taxes, so he sold his farm near Gettysburg, packed up and came here.”

The word “carpetbagger” crept into my mind, but I kept that thought to myself. “I imagine he bought the land for pennies on the dollar. Although much of the original land got sold off, I’m sure you’re still proud to one day pass your family’s land and heritage on to your sons.”

Harold smiled and nodded. 

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A Thanksgiving Eve Message to Remember

Arnie’s message spoke about how thankful we should feel this year because of God’s greatness. He stood over his open Bible, read the 145th Psalm and then shared, “This timeless passage speaks of God’s goodness, greatness and graciousness…”

An excerpt from

T E S TA M E N T 

A n U n e x p e c t e d R e t u r n

by T . M . B R O W N

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Several unfamiliar faces filled the sanctuary pews Wednesday evening. Only the Arians were absent among our circle of friends. They left town earlier that day headed to their family’s home on Saint Simons Island. Nick and Joe said they wanted their family to enjoy the house for a few days before deciding whether or not to sell Momma Arians beloved vacation home. Fortunately, Megan and Andy’s arrival overshadowed the absence of the Arians family. 

Before the service began, Andy, Pete, Jay and Jim cracked jokes with one another just like when we first moved to Shiloh a year earlier. Hal helped Hillary and Judy tend to the young children filling the front two rows. Phillip settled in between Megan and Jeannie.

Silence filled the sanctuary when Arnie rose from his chair, gripped the edges of the podium and smiled. “I look out at all the familiar and new faces and stand before you humbled. This service marks the twenty-sixth Thanksgiving Eve service I’ve shared with you or at least those old enough to remember back that far.” He stared at Judy and Hillary. “In another three weeks, Judy, Hillary and I will also witness our twenty-sixth Christmas in Shiloh pageant as well. Sadly, this will be the first one without the Honorable Harold Archer presiding. This year, our new mayor, the Honorable Henry ‘Hal’ Archer, will preside in his place.” Arnie motioned to Hal to join him on the platform.

“Thank you, Doctor Wright. I’m quite nervous about filling my father’s large shoes this year and will certainly miss his supportive smile the few times I had the privilege of speaking on behalf of the city. This edition of Christmas in Shiloh will kickoff the seventeenth, the Wednesday preceding Christmas Eve. All the decorations on Main Street and Town Square are ready to welcome the arrival of another magnificent Christmas tree to be lit that first night. We have a special night of music planned, and I received confirmation from the North Pole this morning that Santa will once again be with us.” Hal focused on the young faces smiling up at him. “I hope to see all of you and lots of your friends there.” 

Arnie’s message spoke about how thankful we should feel this year because of God’s greatness. He stood over his open Bible, read the 145th Psalm and then shared, “This timeless passage speaks of God’s goodness, greatness and graciousness. Over this past year, God manifested himself right here in our community, changing many lives forever. Maybe we got a bit sidetracked in recent years by tragic events, but that didn’t mean God stopped working in our hearts.” Arnie panned the room as he stepped away from the pulpit.

“There are two related questions I’d like to offer this Thanksgiving Eve. How have you over the course of this past year testified to the Lord’s goodness, greatness and graciousness in your daily life and the lives of your family members? How have you offered him the praise of thanks he deserves? Please bow your heads and allow your hearts to speak privately with God as you feel led.”

A minute later, Arnie’s pastoral voice broke the silence. “The apostle Paul wrote: ‘Is there injustice with God? Of course not! He shows mercy to those whom he wants to show mercy and offers compassion to whomever he chooses to show compassion. God’s mercy and compassion do not depend upon our will or effort, but on God alone.’ May we all find a reason to give thanks to God this Thanksgiving. Amen.”

I raised my head as Liddy squeezed my hand and smiled. Beside Liddy, John and Marie shared tears. In front of us, Sam, Susanna, Megan and Andy hugged one another as smiles erupted. Jeannie leaned close to her mother to exchange whispers. Jeannie beamed and immediately turned and embraced Megan. 

Liddy nudged me and asked, “What’s going on with them?”

“Beats me. I haven’t seen Sam smile like that before.”

Liddy scooted from our pew first and pulled Susanna aside. They whispered back and forth. Liddy walked back with a smug grin and whispered, “It’s a secret until tomorrow at their house, but—-.”

You’ll have to grab your own copy of TESTAMENT, An Unexpected Return to learn about the Thanksgiving secret in the story.

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Christmas in Shiloh

Small Southern towns go all out for Christmas, and little old Shiloh exemplifies that Christmas Spirit tradition in the first two books.

Small Southern towns go all out for Christmas, and little old Shiloh exemplifies that kind of Christmas Spirit tradition. Here are two video readings inspired by fun scenes in Sanctuary, A Legacy of Memories and the conclusion of Testament, An Unexpected Return.

Please enjoy and consider ordering any or all three of the Shiloh Mystery Novels as a holiday gift to a friend, family member, or yourself. These “all-audience” stories offer hours of memorable moments that will keep you wishing you could visit Shiloh for yourself.

2020 has proven to be a challenging year for all of us between the pandemic and politics. We all deserve an escape! So, order your copies today, in Kindle or paperback, and allow your imagination to travel to South Georgia along the Flint River and a short drive below Albany to little old Shiloh. Theo & Liddy will introduce you to some special friends of theirs eager to greet you and share gossip about their time-lost community.

Getting ready for Christmas with the family is part of the fun in Sanctuary, A Legacy of Memories.
This is an excerpt from Testament, An Unexpected Return shared with my senior friends at Monarch House Residence, Newnan, GA

To order your copies of the Shiloh Mystery novels visit the bookstore tab.

Merry Christmas and may we all leave all the stress of the pandemic and politics behind us.

Hometown Novel Nights 2020 Virtual Author Programs

We returned August 20 with our first virtual live author panel event thanks to the Newnan Carnegie Library. More will be added to the calendar in the coming weeks bringing more Georgia authors to our local audience that continues to grow daily.

Here is the August 20 video–learn more about the HNN program. Sign up to learn more about future author events — in-person and virtual in the coming months.

Updated 2020 Hometown Novel Nights Schedule

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August 8 Warm Springs Cellars Sharon Marchisello, 2nd t.b.a. author, 3rd t.b.a. author

August 20 Carnegie Newnan Scott, Host with Angie Gallion, Valerie (Rogers BBQ, if needed) Valdes, Pat McKee

September 5 Pretty Good Books Scott Ludwig, Lynn Horton

September 12 Warm Springs Cellars Scott Ludwig, Lauren McGuire

Scott and Lynn enthralling an audience at Warm Springs Cellars

September 17 Newnan Carnegie Library, T. M. Brown Hosts Mark Wallace Maguire, Barbara Conrey, and Caroline Cole

HNN Monthly Programs offer virtual audiences and authors from beyond our local area.

October 10 Warm Springs Cellars T. M. Brown, Angie Gallion

October 15 Carnegie Newnan Sharon Marchisello, Angela McRae, and “Sisters in Crime Panel” others (In-person event, subject to the local health crisis limitations)

Mystery authors share their insights, Angela McCrae, Sharon Marchisello. Roger Johns
Due to audio issues during Roger Johns portion of the HNN program, here is an added special interview between HNN’s Angie Gallion and Roger Johns conducted afterward.

November 19 Newnan Carnegie Library T. M. Brown hosts Martha Boone, Ane Mulligan, and Holly Moulder (Virtual Zoom Event)

Follow the link by clicking the image to register for this Virtual Program

November 21 Newnan Carnegie Library-Special Holiday Children’s Author Program – Menlia Trammell, Jacqueline Leigh, Rosalind & Maggie Bunn (Virtual Event)

Register by clicking the hot link above or the image.

December 17 Carnegie Newnan Library-Bren McClain, Chellie Woodham Phillips, and Kathy Manos Penn

NOTES:

Hometown Novel Nights team is preparing for more programs in concert with the Newnan Carnegie Library, Newnan, GA, as well as more special events at Warm Springs, GA and other great venues. As 2021 allows us to provide more program options, we will provide a mix of virtual and live audience events in the coming months. Visit Hometown Novel Nights Facebook or Instagram for up-to-date event information.

Warm Springs Cellars – Lines Between the Wines with added possibility of adding author at the Goose and Hog location (bikers outdoor burgers & beer)

Pretty Good Books, Lagrange – good bookstore venue for limited book talk and then take advantage of a 2-3 hour time slot to meet and greet patrons at the store.

AUTHORS & BOOKSTORES: Contact us about scheduling an event with us. Virtual programs allow us to bring together broader audiences with more talented authors. Or contact Mike through the TMBrownAuthor.com contact page.

Four Halloween American Classic Tales – Nightly on Facebook Live, beginning October 27th thru October 30th, 6:00 PM.

Visit @TMBrownAuthor on Facebook to catch the live broadcasts at 6:00 PM each eveninghttps://www.facebook.com/T.M.BrownAuthor
October 27, Nathaniel Hawthorne’s “Graves and Goblins”https://youtu.be/OP8nYVBMunI
October 28, Mark Twain’s “A Ghost Story”https://youtu.be/e0-25-7btB8
October 29, Edgar Allen Poe, “The Black Cat”
October 30, Washington Irving, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”

May all y’all enjoy a fruitful and safe Halloween 2020… Remember 2021 is just around the corner. Its got to get better for all of us.

Hometown Novel Nights Mystery Author Night

Catch the upcoming October 15th Hometown Novel Night Mystery Author Virtual Program beginning at 6:30 PM. It will be broadcast live on Zoom, hosted by the Newnan Carnegie Library. Here’s the link to register.

Come Join Us this Thursday Evening from the Comfort of your home.

Hometown Novel Nights has three more outstanding author programs scheduled to finish 2020. Each is sponsored by the Newnan Carnegie Library.

November 19th, Ane Mulligan, Martha Boone, and Holly Moulder will join us for our regular Author Program.

On Saturday morning, November 21st, we will feature Rosalind and Maggie Bunn, Menlia Trammell, and Jacqueline Leigh on our Children’s Author Special Program, just in time for the holidays.

To finish 2020 Hometown Novel Nights has a very special holiday program of authors lined up as well… Our guest author is a nationally award-winning and best-selling Southern author. Two other special Georgia authors will join us for an entertaining program. Watch for more details and all the authors on the panel. Visit Hometown Novel Nights on Facebook and follow updates on all the upcoming HNN events.

In the meantime, here is September’s Hometown Novel Nights Author Program broadcast to get a foretaste of what you can look forward to at a future event.

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Fall 2020 Scheduled Events & Appearances

T. M. Brown Calendar of Events

PURGATORY, SANCTUARY & TESTAMENT-SFK/HEARTHSTONE PRESS

October 

2 Fri Forward Friday, Corner Arts Gallery, Newnan, GA 5:00 – 9:00 PM (Local Author Book Nook Promotion)

3 Sat Main Street Market Day, Corner Arts Gallery, Newnan, GA 10:00 – 2 PM (Book signing)

10 Sat Lines Between the Wines, Warm Springs Cellars, Warm Springs, GA – 2:00 – 5:00 PM (T. M. Brown & Angie Gallion) during Warm Springs Harvest Hoe-Down Festival

15 Thu* Hometown Novel Nights – Mystery Novel Night, Newnan Carnegie Library, Newnan, GA, 6:30 – 800 PM

17 Sat Sharpsburg Library Book Sale, Sharpsburg, GA 10:00-2:00 PM

24 Sat Hancock County Library Festival, Sparta, GA 10:00-2:00 PM (Fundraiser – 25% of book sales to the library)

November

6 Fri Forward Friday, Corner Arts Gallery, Newnan, GA 5:00 – 9:00 PM (Local Author Book Nook Promotion)

7 Sat Main Street Market Day, Corner Arts Gallery, Newnan, GA 10:00 – 2 PM (Book signing)

19 Thu* Hometown Novel Nights – Author Panel Broadcast, 7:00-8:30 PM (Moderator: Martha Boone, Ane Mulligan, Holly Moulder)

21 Sat* Hometown Novel Nights – Children Authors Panel, 10:30-Noon (Moderator) Scheduled Authors: Rosalind Bunn, Maggie Bunn, Menlia Moss Trammell, Tonya Calvert

December

5 Sat Horton’s Books & Gifts, Carrollton, GA Holiday Book Signing, 12:00-4:00 PM

17 Thu* Hometown Novel Nights – Holiday Author Program, 7:00-8:30 PM Scheduled Authors: Bren McClain, Chellie Woodham Phillips, Kathy Manos Penn

*-Zoom Virtual Events

Who is T. M. Brown?

More about “Who is T. M. Brown” comes out in this extensive interview? Susan Crutchfield, Director of the Newnan Carnegie Library, hosted T. M. Brown on August 22nd for an up-close and personal look into his writing and background. Here is the broadcast to learn more about Mike, as his friends and family know him.

All three of T. M. Brown’s Souther fiction novels are available at the library as a set for only $49.95 with 25% of the proceeds benefiting the library. Visit https://www.newnancarnegie.com for more information.

Do You Have Other Questions About Who is T. M. Brown?

What else would you be interested in learning about T. M. Brown? What questions might you like to ask? Email Mike directly and he’ll be glad to answer them and add your inquiries to a future post, and may also use them in a future online live video.

Which Shiloh Mystery Novels Do You Need to Order?

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Watch for upcoming virtual; and live events here or on his Facebook Author Page. See you soon online or in-person.

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Thank you for taking the time to visit my webpage and I hope you’ll subscribe to future newsletters and email updates. During these unprecedented and uncomfortable times, we all need a reprieve from the daily news and uncertainty in our lives. Whether you venture into Shiloh for some welcome respite, please know there are a host of great novels out there to escape the daily chaos and confusion we all face.

Trust God and know better days are ahead. Stay safe.

Mike… a.k.a. T. M. Brown, Southern Inspirational Author

P. S. Watch for news of what’s next now that the Shiloh Mystery Series is completed. Hint: I am not sure Theo and Liddy Phillips are through finding their way into another mystery or two.

Five Saturdays in August-Book Talk, News, and Giveaways

Visit TMBrownAuthor on Facebook. They began on August 1st and each Saturday in August at 11 AM. Five consecutive Facebook Live broadcasts provided weekly chances to win a book. Each broadcast started at 11 AM from venues throughout Georgia, but you got to enjoy them from the comfort of your home.

CAN’T WAIT AND YOU WANT TO PURCHASE ONE OR ALL THREE BOOKS – VISIT THE BOOKSTORE PAGE TO ORDER TODAY! AND SUPPORT YOUR LOCALLY-OWNED INDEPENDENT BOOKSTORE.

Five Chances to Win a Free Book: A Signed Copy of the Shiloh Mystery Story of Your Choice

August has been a month of virtual appearances with FIVE chances for viewers to win a free book each Saturday throughout the month. Each fo the 11 AM Saturday broadcasted events will be on Facebook Live, except for a special Zoom interview at the Newnan Carnegie Library of August 22. 

Information about the three Shiloh Mystery Novels will be the topic of each broadcast. Or what’s in the works next!

August 29th, 11 AM – Horton’s Books and Gifts, Carrollton, GA is the oldest bookstore in Georgia, celebrating over 125 years in business. The owner, Dorothy Pittman, has been a fantastic godsend for book lovers in West Central Georgia. Her store stocks all my books along with many other notable Georgia authors, and national bestsellers.

I celebrated National Independent Bookstore Day at the oldest bookstore in Georgia.

Visit https://www.facebook.com/T.M.BrownAuthor/ for updates and more information.

Shiloh Mystery Sneak Previews

Theo and Liddy invite you to join them as they enter and engage the folks in time-lost Shiloh…

Here are the three links to take a sneak preview at each of the Shiloh Mystery novels. Each holds its own unique mystery/suspense story while allowing you to experience the development of the main characters throughout the series. Theo and Liddy invite you to join them as they enter and engage the folks in time-lost Shiloh…

Sanctuary, A Legacy of Memories

Testament, An Unexpected Return

Purgatory, A Progeny’s Quest

Available in paperback and Kindle. Contact your local book retailer or order online. Or order through the bookstore on my site.

For special requests, signed copies, or for book club inquiries and discounts, email T. M. Brown directly at mike@tmbrownauthor.com