I've owned this little plot of land I live on since
1998. I was in the area when I was
planning and working on my daughter's wedding.
She was living in Nashville
and planning to have her wedding in a little Methodist church outside of Nashville. My friend who was living in Bowling
Green, Ky. was helping us with
the wedding. One day after my daughter
left for work, I was driving from Nashville to Bowling Green and decided to
make a slight detour and come by a couple of places where I had once lived.
When I was in high school my father had been the pastor at a
little Methodist church near where I now live and my family had lived in a
parsonage there. I always called it the
pink house because the brick on the house had a pinkish cast. But it was a place where our family had been
happy. It was the last house we lived in
where we were all under one roof.
Before we lived in this little pink parsonage we had lived
in Kentucky, not too far away.
After I left the pink house I decided to go through the country
to the place in Kentucky where we
had previously lived near my grandparents' farm. I took the back road, a short cut thru I knew
from living here previously.
For several years I had been debating the idea of finding a
place in the country. I had not lived in
the country since I had left this area.
I had lived primarily in Nashville
and then for the 30 years prior to this day, in Chattanooga. But I was getting ready to retire and, in
planning my life after retirement, I had thought I would like to find a little
place in the country. I had been
thinking about this for several years before this time and reading books about
living in the country. It greatly
appealed to me. Still does.
So when I saw the
real estate sign for this property, I made a slight detour to look at it from
my car. From there I drove on to my
friend's house in Bowling Green. It so happened that she was a real estate
agent. She made inquiries for me about
the property and before too many weeks passed I had gone to see the property
and purchased it.
Then I had to decide what I wanted to do with it, and that
has been the story of my life ever since.
I brought it as a whim, but it has become a passion. There is seldom a day when I'm not working on
this land and house in some way to make it a more desirable and inviting place
to live.
