Hometown Novel Nights – Stories of the Heart Author Program

Click the image to catch the video rebroadcast for this special evening’s program.

Register for the first 2021 Hometown Novel Nights Author Panel Program co-hosted by the Newnan Carnegie Library, Newnan, GA. All monthly author programs will continue to be broadcasted on Zoom with programs beginning in May, and every other month thereafter, broadcasted live with an audience in the Newnan Carnegie Libray’s auditorium.

The Stories of the Heart program will air live Thursday, February 18th beginning at 6:30 PM. Join authors Anne Armistead, Debby Giusti, and Renea Winchester as they share a little about themselves, their writing journey, and their latest novel(s). Click the image above to register to get your Zoom links to join us.

Looking ahead, every third-Thursday Hometown Novel Nights has more entertaining programs lined up in 2021. March 18th will feature three noteworthy Newspaper Columnists in Front Porch Musings; April will feature authors of Inspirational Stories, and in May our first hybrid (live audience/virtual broadcast) program featuring authors with Beach Reads to share.

Visit here or on Facebook to learn more about Hometown Novel Nights.

Writers and published authors: Join our new HNN Writers Group featuring monthly writers helping writers groups as well as informative quarterly virtual workshops co-hosted by the Newnan Carnegie Library. Our guest speaker for the HNN Writer Workshop in April will be Dana Ridenour, award-winning author and retired FBI Undercover Agent. She will share insights into writing captivating real-to-life mystery/suspense/thriller scenes.

For writers looking to connect in a local writer’s group HNN Writer’s offers one virtual (second Monday evening) and one in-person (third Saturday morning) meeting for aspiring and experienced writers looking to become published authors. Critiques, conversation, and comments shared about the writing process and on each other’s WIP stories and articles. Visit HNN Writers Group for more info–click the image below.

What’s the story behind Lost Legacy

“My fourth novel, Lost Legacy, is a historical fiction story revealing how our past legacy inescapably shapes who we are today. The characters in the story, both fictional and actual, play out their drama in this story about McIntosh County’s storied Georgia coastal region which to this day remains cursed by its past, according to many of their residents.” T.M. Brown

Open Gates Bed & Breakfast is where my wife and I stayed to research Darien’s and Sapelo’s storied past. It was built right after the Civil War on historic Vernon Square.
Darien’s once thriving waterfront was razed in 1863 and the proud port town never recovered to its former greatness. The incident was made famous in the movie, Glory.
Behavior Cemetery is where hundreds of Geechee ancestors are buried on Sapelo. It dates back to the early 19th Century.
Sapelo Island’s moss-laden woodlands shelter far more rugged dirt roads than paved ones on the island.
South End mansion did not survive the Civil War, and today R. J. Reynolds Mansion standson the same grounds in tribute to Sapelo’s celebrated past.
Lost Legacy tells a story grounded in the Spalding family’s storied, but severed, past that at one time made McIntosh County, Georgia one of the wealthiest coastal setttlements in antebellum era in the South. McIntosh’s port city of Darien is only second to Savannah as the oldest in the Georgia’s long history. And, even today, Darien’s link with Sapelo Island, the largest lost in time antediluvian barrier island on the Georgia coast, remains intact. However, Sapelo’s dwindling Geechee population–ancestors of former slaves who once worked the plantation fields on the island-offers a stark reminder of McIntosh’s conflicted past and the role the Spalding legacy played. In Lost Legacy, two stories are tied together by a span of 150 years and four generations. What if someone claimed to be both a Geechee and Spalding descendant? How might their story be received today? Would they be accepted as a rightful descendant of the wealthy Spalding family and an African-rooted Geechee slave? Would that person receive an equally warm welcome in a world that sees only black and white? I reckon you will need to wait and see how Lost Legacy answers the question.

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2021 HNN Guest Author Programs

2021 begins February 18th with “Stories of the Heart” Authors being featured. Thanks to the Newnan Carnegie Library as our regular program co-sponsor and gracious host, whether virtual broadcasted or utilizing their spacious auditorium for our programs, Newnan Carnegie Library has been a godsend to our efforts to introduce and engage authors with a growing audience for the past three years.

On this page we will update the latest information about upcoming 2021 programs featuring some of the best published authors throughout our region south of Atlanta along the I-85 corridor and often beyond. Our expanded virtual broadcast capabilities which made 2020 a success after the health crisis shut down our live programs, we are already planning on slowly shifting from all virtual to hybrid (virtual/live) programming. We are now reaching authors and a growing audience beyond our immediate area. When restrictions ease, we will be broadcasting live programs from the Newnan Carnegie auditorium with authors in-person and from time-to-time on a live video feed. This flexibility going forward will continue to expand our audience reach while attracting best-selling authors to share their journeys and personal stories with our expansive and far-reaching audience.

Here is what is coming in February:

Follow the link to Facebook and register to participate by following the Eventbrite link provided in the description details. This program will continue to be a virtual broadcasted event.

Writers be certain to locate the information about Hometown Novel Nights new HNN Writers Group offering monthly interactive writer small groups and quarterly workshops, co-hosted and sponsored by the Newnan Carnegie Library.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/979319765584924

Or find more information under Hometown Novel Nights tab on TMBrownAuthor.com

HNN Writers Group Begins

HNN Writers Group: Writers Helping Writers begins in 2021!

Join today to discover quarterly workshops for writers of all levels of experience. Every month there are virtual and in-person small groups of writers gathering to exchange and discuss their writing projects.

Whether you are a nascent writer just beginning your literary journey or published and working on expanding your literary works, HNN Writers offers you a community of eager wordsmiths desiring to engage, encourage, and enlighten.

HNN Writers Group workshops are co-sponsored by the Newnan Carnegie Library in historic downtown, Newnan, GA. Hometown Novel Nights sponsors monthly author panel programs introducing new and established local/regional authors to an eager audience, and has been doing so for nearly three years. The HNN Writers Group is an extension to provide assistance to more local and regional writers so they can become published authors too.

Visit the HNN Writers Group on Facebook. Sign up and join in with both virtual and in-person monthly “Writers Helping Writers” meetings.

Here is a video clip of the guest speakers at the recent inaugural workshop co-hosted by the Newnan Carnegie Library.

https://www.facebook.com/NewnanCarnegie/videos/462691711419360 or visit the Hometown Novel Night playlist of videos at T.M. Brown (Mike) on YouTube.

Whether a seasoned, published author or novice seeking writing and publishing help, HNN Writers Group and the Hometown Novel Nights programs offers an opportunity for you to grow and prosper as an author.

As 2021 continues and the health crisis restrictions ease, we will be sharing all our programs in a hybrid format–events co-sponsored by the Newnan Carnegie Library will be broadcast in front of a live audience with authors and guest speakers live and on remote video feeds. Sign up today and you can find the right writers group to meet your interests and format requirement. Downtown Newnan GA is located 35 minutes south of Atlanta Airport off I-85. We support authors from the surrounding area in Coweta, Fayette, Troup, Meriwether, Harris, and Carroll counties. Authors from all around Greater Atlanta have participated our Hometown Novel Nights author programs and will serve as guest speakers at our HNN Writers Workshops.

Feel free to email or message with any questions or comments.

2021 Kicks Off HNN Writers

Are you a writer who aspires to collaborate with other writers to improve your writing? Writers write in isolation but writers need not be isolated from opinions and advice along the arduous task of writing your story to reach your desired audience.

January 21st at 6:30 PM will be the first of four quarterly workshops co-hosted by the Newnan Carnegie Library and Hometown Novel Nights This first inaugural workshop will be broadcast live on Zoom – get your broadcast link by registering here to register on Eventbrite or go to HNN Writers .

Locally, author collaborative/critique groups will be available to meet on a monthly basis beginning in February. Share your latest scene or article with other writers for feedback and advice. Talk about editing, story elements, queries, publishing, event planning, etc. Share ideas and links to helpful websites to help one another become better writers.

There is no cost other than your investment in becoming the best writer you can be.

Hometown Novel Nights 2020 Virtual Author Programs

2021 Programming Being Scheduled Now–Do You Want to Be a Part of Hometown Novel Nights?

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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(Authors in italics need to be confirmed)

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)

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)

November 19th with Martha Boone & Ane Mulligan (Holly Moulder was unable to participate).

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

https://fb.me/e/Aizn4pAJ = Register today for your Eventbrite Zoom link to participate.

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. NOTE: We are actively scheduling programming for 2021, until sometime this spring, events will remain virtual and eventually convert to a hybrid live audience/virtual briadcast format, thanks to the Newnan Carnegie Library as our co-host for all our events.

We also have launched our HNN Writers Group where creativity is rooted in a community of writers helping and encouraging one another. Visit our Facebook Group page – https://www.facebook.com/groups/979319765584924

Click below to join us January 21 for the inaugural HNN Writer’s Group!

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Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas and Farewell 2020!

Well, bless my britches, if it isn’t the Jolly Ol’ Elf himself and Santa too! CLICK the image for a holiday message and excerpt about “Special Christmas Memories in Shiloh” You’ll discover a holiday FREE gift you can share beginning December 21 through Christmas Day.

Now available – the narration of Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol…

Watch my narrated video readings of Charles Dickens’ Christmas classic leading up to Christmas. Visit @TMBrownAuthor on Facebook and learn more about my year-end https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLM0DMV6gb6ZaXxgX0z9RiCELqVuaj30B4 personal appearances as well.

What Does 2021 Hold as 2020 Ends?

2020 deserves an extra-special Merry Christmas to wrap up a wild, crazy, and certainly unexpected year. My two off-the-cuff wishes this Christmas are COVID’s departure and no more political commercials and mailings.

My two sons are ending 2020 with unexpected promotions. I enjoy knowing they enjoy their careers and are being rewarded for it. Also, my five grandkids have remained healthy and happy through the past few months, whether stuck at home virtual learning or in the classroom they have adapted well and are thriving better than us adults. 2021 will see our two oldest grandsons become seniors. By next fall, I pray COVID has fizzled as they begin their final year in high school.

As for me, I look forward to rebooting in 2021 the launch of Purgatory, A Progeny’s Quest, the finale to the Shiloh Mystery Series, published by Southern Fried Karma LLC, Atlanta. Originally launched on May 26th, the three Shiloh novels helped each other forge forward in spite of the shutdowns and limited engagements.

This past August, my wife and I spent a week in Darien, Georgia–a truly enchanted, history-filled seaport town–for our 47th Anniversary. But, beyond the great seafood we enjoyed, I left with a compelling story for my next novel, a historical entrenched multi-generational tale, covering 150 years. As a history major, I am anxious to make another trip there this spring. Watch for more news about “Sapelo’s Lost Legacy.”

Some Family Legacies are like grand antediluvian live oaks with far-reaching gnarly, moss-laden limbs. One can only stand in amazement amidst the shadows of these monsters that have survived storms, wars and mankind’s progress for centuries.
Lost in time as I began my story’s research while staying at Open Gates Bed & Breakfast in Darien, Georgia. That research led me to the writing of “Sapelo’s Lost Legacy” – Stay tuned for more news in coming months with a target of 2022 for its release.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GOD BLESS EVERYONE!

What’s Happening in Shiloh?

First of all, thank you to all who have already grabbed your copy of Purgatory, A Progeny’s Quest. 

However, the best-laid plans to launch the third and final story in the Shiloh Mystery Series has been turned upside down thanks to our unwelcomed COVID Bugaboo. BUT like the characters in my Shiloh stories, the word has gotten out about Purgatory’s availability. I hope you’ll also share the GOOD NEWS with your friends and family members on how to get their copies.
 Visit HERE for a personal video from T. M. Brown

In Purgatory, A Progeny’s Quest, a teenage girl ventures into Shiloh during the Lightning Bug Festival and winds up on Theo and Liddy’s doorstep. Life will never be the same for some in Shiloh after her arrival.

You also might enjoy listening to my radio interview with C. Stene Duckworth of Living Vertikal. Learn more about my writing and the inspiration behind the creation of the Shiloh Mystery Series.

Click the image to learn more about T. M. Brown and his Shiloh Mystery Novels.

Upcoming Holiday Book Events

Friday, December 4, 5:00 – 9:00 PM, enjoy holiday shopping on Court Square in Newnan, Georgia–my hometown. Stop in at Corner Arts Galleries & Studio and discover the Local Author Book Nook inside. I’ll be on hand, answering questions and signing books. 

Saturday, December 5 at Noon – 4:00 PM EST, if you’re in the neighborhood, come by Horton’s Books & Gifts on historic Adamson Square, Carrollton, GA for a casual, laid-back book talk and book signing. Downtown Carrollton businesses will be decorated for the holidays for Santa’s arrival that afternoon.

Friday, December 18 at 5:30 PM, enjoy holiday entertainment on Newnan’s historic Court Square. I’ll be signing books at Corner Arts Gallery & Studios on South Court Square. They have all three Shiloh novels and sell the complete set for only $49.95. Merry Christmas!

Either the Jolly Ol’ Elf himself or his Wife will be on-hand to kick off the Holiday Shopping Season

NOTE: I am available to respond to your questions and comments. Please contact me on the above social media links or email mike@tmbrownauthor.com

More reasons to grab a copy of Purgatory, A Progeny’s Quest

The long-awaited finale of the Shiloh Series doesn’t disappoint. With barbecue, lightning bugs, and delightful dialogue. T.M. Brown delivers a gem of a southern novel to his faithful followers.— Renea Winchester, Outbound Train
 

Small-town shenanigans, Southern style. Theo Phillips and his wife Liddy live in Shiloh, Georgia, a town graced with a mess of colorful characters and a passel of predicaments. Whether he is writing an article about the Miss Shiloh contest, advising a friend on fatherhood, pondering the political future of the town’s mayor, or struggling with how to best help an orphaned teenager, Theo faces all life throws at him with his wife Liddy by his side and his faith to guide him. — Christopher Swann, NeverTurn Back and Shadow of Lions

If you cannot get to your local bookstore, here’s where you can help them and order from the convenience of your home…every book you order through BookShop benefits your local bookstore. Click the BookShop link above to learn more.

Otherwise, all three of the Shiloh Mystery Novels are available wherever books are sold, in paperback and eBook.

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A Thanksgiving to Remember

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

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—-.”

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