The Town of Willoughby

The Town of Willoughby
By: Stephanie L. Robertson
June 15, 2018

wooden houses

This is the town of Willoughby.

Willoughby is a quaint little Alabama town, just east of the big river.

There are quaint houses and shops, there’s a little valley chapel and the children safely play outside until called in to dinner.

Willoughby is known for its charming little shops and eateries, and the Book Barista is the favorite meeting place for Willoughby’s eccentric locals.

Eccentric, I say, because behind the picturesque facades of the Willoughby cottages lie many, many odd little secrets.

Take the houses closest to the Willoughby Valley Chapel.

If you look closely enough, you’ll see that the addresses on the door are both labeled “No 3.”

wooden houses

Well, that doesn’t make sense, you may say.

Maybe not. But each house is owned by the Misses Cowl—Identical twins, old as the Willoughby hills, and they dress exactly the same. They are the second oldest Willoughbians. I say second, because old Mr. Rooney is ancient. But he’s a different story for a different day.

Anyway, the Misses Cowl—whom I honestly don’t know one from another—are the daughters of the High Mayor Phiscus Cowl who died in the late 80’s. Before he, ahem, passed, one of the Misses Cowl moved in the vacant house next door to her sister and the High Mayor.

Back then the addresses were different. Since odd numbers typically go on the left side of the street, I assume the house number used to be Number 1. I suspect the High Mayor had something to do with changing the number to Number 3.

It doesn’t quite seem logical, does it—to have to houses with the same address? But that is how it is. And I’m not sure how to explain the eccentricities of the Misses Cowl.
More stories to come, but now I shall take my afternoon nap.

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This World of Creativity

I am completely happy–not just joyful (and there’s a big difference)–when I’m with a pen, paper, and surrounded by this world of creativity. A cup of coffee in hand, and a camera nearby to capture the moment.

Am I making a ton of cash in the freelance writing world?

Absolutely not.

But I am tethered by no deadline until 2019.

I am happy (as well as joyful).

And could anyone ask for anything more out of life?

This World of Creativity

My work space from March 9, 2018 was Lowe Mill, a huge artist community in Huntsville that is housed in an old brick factory with hardwood floors and tall windows.  I chose Lowe Mill because it’s one of my favorite places.  It fuels my creative spirit because of all the artists who have studios there.

I can take a writing break and go talk to photographers like Stephanie Schamban.  If I get hungry, there’s a vegan food truck, Chef Will the Palate, run by the owner, right outside the building.  (That smoothie was so creamy and delicious!!!) Or I can get an avocado popsicle from Suzy’s Pops.  Yummmmmmmmmm!!!

There Ain’t Nothing that’s Going to Steal My Joy

In an hour, perhaps, the happiness will drift away…It may fade, because such is life.  

But no one, absolutely no one can ever take away my joy.

No matter my life circumstances.

It will always remain.

longhand writing

Longhand writing

Here I sat and wrote, accomplishing so much. Adding word after word to my novel that I want to pitch at a writer’s conference this spring. It’s a tall goal–trying to write around 20k words before I can say I’m done, but it’s the goal I set for myself back in January.

So yesterday, I wrote what I put in italics today.  I’m back in my little home office now, which isn’t as much fun or as bohemian as yesterday’s environment, but I hope to go to the library and write some more…Longhand, just like writers in the past.

Lowe Mill water tower

Lowe Mill Water Tower — View from Below

professional photographer

Kindred spirit, photographer Stephanie Schamban

professional artist

Window of Artist Heather Baumbach

tall factory windows

Tall factory windows of Lowe Mill

view of green door from window

Sweet green door, view from 2nd story

green grass means springtime

Historical Building in Downtown Madison; now an Antique Store!

Historical Building in Downtown Madison

The other day, I visited Madison Station Antiques, a little antique store which is currently housed in the oldest commercial building in Madison, Alabama.

Exterior: Historical Building in Downtown Madison; now an Antique Store!

Madison Station Antiques is housed in the Robert P. Cain building in Downtown Madison.

According to an Al.com article, Robert Parham Cain was the owner of the mercantile back in the 1900s. The building was used for several different businesses until the current owners, Ronnie and Pat Williams, bought the place to sell antiques. Incidentally, they are Mr. Cain’s descendants! They said the place was in a real mess before restoration, but now has a new life as an antiques and collectibles store.

The building is a member of Alabama Register of Landmarks and Heritage by the Alabama Historical Commission.

Antique Store!

Madison Station Antiques has two stories of antique furniture, linens and quilts, glassware, crockery, buttons, clocks, toys…and anything else you can think of.

They are really nice people, so go visit!

P.s. I wasn’t offered anything to publish this post. I just love antiques, old buildings, and promoting small businesses like my dad and grandpa owned! 🙂

Christmas Shopping

Ready to do some Christmas Shopping? I think most of my viewers love this handmade quilt for $60! The perfect Christmas gift! Please let me know how you like the photography. I’m still learning to use my little Nikon camera.

quilts and hobby horse
 

spinning wheel

linens in chifferobe

old photos

glass chandelier

post cards and spinning wheel