Category Archives: Stories

Rural Tennessee Farms and Roads

Rural Tennessee is one of the prettiest areas in the south and reminds me of Papa M’s farm, which lies about an hour south of the Tennessee/Alabama state line. It has a completely different feel than where I grew up in south Alabama. The color of the hay fields looks different, the sky and trees look different. Even the farmhouses and barns are different. (Did we even have farmhouses in south Alabama?) Whereas I grew up closer to the coast, north Alabama and south Tennessee have an Appalachian feel with rocky creeks rather than the sandy banks of home.

Photo of Tenneessee 2-story farm house as seen from road
Tennessee Farmhouse

So, when I took a little roadtrip to Ardmore, Tennessee a couple of Saturdays ago, I snapped some photos that reminded me of summers at Grandma and Papa M’s north Alabama farm.

Country roads in rural Tennessee
Old, country Tennessee road.

I enjoy driving on the old country roads in rural Tennessee. As you can see by the yellow warning sign, this road is one of those that wind up the sides of mountain foothills. You can pass hay fields one minute, and then find yourself driving under a tunnel of trees the next minute.

Tennessee farm hay field
Tennessee hay field.

It seems as though most farmers elect to use the big rolls of hay rather than the rectangle bales like my dad used to produce. Even Dad was using the big round bales later on for our cows and horses. They were great fun to play on, which was allowed as long as we were careful and didn’t mess up the bale too much. On our farm, we could climb the bales and run along the rows of them. At Thanksgiving, we hid among the bales and played epic hide-and-go-seek games with our cousins.

Papa M’s barn is a little bigger than this but is the same style and color.


rural Tennessee barn, stylized with Photoshop
Stylized barn, Photoshop Elements.


Suspense on Hold???

Hi Everyone, I promise, promise, promise to get you the rest of my suspense story. I just got back from a writer’s conference and want to incorporate a few of those ideas into the story to make it better. I’m so embarrassed to say this again, but “Please stand by.” Hugs, Stephanie Continue Reading

A Short Suspense Story–The Black Box (Part I and II)

The Black Box By: Stephanie L. Robertson Part I I felt the delicate gold chain slide between my right thumb and my index finger. It felt cool in my palm. Whether it was really gold or not was inconsequential because the pads on my fingers began to tingle. The shapeless woman who had been standing… Continue Reading

A Short Suspense Story–The Black Box

Hi Everyone, I’ve decided to do something a little differently today and write a short story or novella. If you like suspense, estate sales, and the south, you may just like this one! The Black Box By: Stephanie L. Robertson I felt the delicate gold chain slide between my right thumb and my index finger.… Continue Reading

A Beleaguered Cottage Garden

  Hi Everyone! Spring is upon us, which has put me into the gardening mood. I’m looking forward to decking out our “new” house with all sorts of blossoms and a little cottage garden. Lefty and I joke all the time about how our grandparents’ gardens and garden knowledge would put ours to shame. I… Continue Reading

Just Back and Recovering

Hi, Dear Readers, I just got back from a trip to Orlando. Exhausted, but had fun. I’ll try to post something new within the week. In other news, I’m working on my somewhat-Gothic suspense novel again–after putting it aside for over a year! Best regards, Stephanie Continue Reading

Back to Bama

On the way to Butler, Alabama a couple of weeks ago, I took a detour in Tuscaloosa to visit campus at the University of Alabama. You may have heard of Bama, Crimson Tide, National Champions, and all that, but did you know that it is actually an institute of higher learning, founded in 1831? According… Continue Reading

Back to Jachin

  I grew up in a little community in rural south Alabama. This past weekend, I went back through what initially was called Williams Crossroads, Alabama and then later changed Jachin, named after one of the pillars of King Solomon’s temple (1 Kings 7:15). My Papa built a general store at the crossroads and sold… Continue Reading

What have you done?

  One of my buds posted this on Facebook, so I decided that it would be fun to blog post it. Of course, I added a few fun things and took away some others. Be sure to copy and paste your list in the Comments section. Even if you only list one or two, I… Continue Reading

Will You be Remembered Long after You’ve Gone?

Long Ago Greeting By guest blogger, A. Lindsey Mitchell You don’t remember me…remember me…remember me, But how could you…I have been here since 1884, Underneath the old tree beside Daniel…Remember Daniel…remember Daniel…remember Daniel… He has been here since 1840, Underneath the old tree. No one comes anymore…anymore…anymore…But the squirrels and the birds, And the fat… Continue Reading