02/25/2026
What’s ina home? To me it represented not just a shelter from the elements, but a place to return to to help heal the wounds, remove the scars, a place to call home. That has been my idea since I was in my early teens. My folks never owned a home until they had been married almost 50 years, we always rented and when I started dating, hoping to find a special somebody, I got lucky early on.
And on a drive one day outside of Ada in the country, I came to a hillside while Beth was with me in the car. We’ve only been dating about a month, when we came to a spot where I stopped the car and asked her to look into the hillside to see what she could see. Of course there was nothing there just healed a few trees. I told her then what I saw a white house surrounded by white fence, and even with children out front swinging on a swing. I shared that dream I had with her that day corny yes but true.
We moved a lot in our early marriage, my work during the summers took us to other places. First Memphis and I think we both immediately knew we did not want to live in a city. And the next summer took us to Hendersonville, North Carolina on the slopes on the east part of the great Smoky Mountains, loved it. The beauty of the Hills and all of the springfed around was just like a paradise to us having grown up in Oklahoma.
The next summer took us to South Georgia and I learned something from that George is a beautiful state but not the southern part and we didn’t want to end up there. So the next summer, I put in request something near Appalachia and got my wish Bristol Virginia right on the Tennessee border. Again Hill sides with clean flowing spring fed creeks Just loved it and knew that’s where we would end up someplace like that.  That next summer we found our self on the southern edge Lexington, Kentucky again beautiful rolling Hills and green grass a little bit too populated for us, but nonetheless a place that we felt comfortable in. And then the next summer took us to Athens, Tennessee again this time on the Western slope of the smoky mountains and a beautiful country and great trout fishing.
Then I was finished with college and got a job working with the company in Nashville, Tennessee, a great city but a city is not for us. I had a great job except I was traveling most of the time generally gone five days a week, and then only on home on Saturday and Sunday. I went to the man who I respected a great deal and learned so much from and painfully sit down in his office to explain that I could not be the father and husband I wish to be with this much travel. I wanted stability for my family and while I could’ve worked a few years and had that they would never be the age again they were our two youngest sons ages two and three that only happens once and their lifetime.
So our next move, we wanted to make a good decision we thought about it and we had an opportunity to visit Northwest Arkansas, it was like I love at first sight all over again smaller hills than Western North Carolina closer to Eastern Tennessee and not unlike Lexington and Bristol. This is it!
I found this place while without driving one day and stopped dead still in the middle of the road Beth was with me and I said here it is this is that picture that I saw back in March 1966 when we were dating. It had everything and more the trees, but no swing yet and the Children that I saw would be our grandchildren, not our children, but it was the white house that needed to be built in there would be no problem surrounding it with a white fence.
Too bad I would go to work on what kind of house what it would look like I knew her so well we’ve been married over 40 years I scoured every picture of home you could imagine online untold hours knowing what I want. It wasn’t probably out there, but there was a combination and it had to be connected to the English countryside or at least Irish, I had to be a welcoming cottage. I didn’t pick out the colors. Beth would do that, but when I showed her what I had mine after taking it to a draftsman to draw up for me, she saw it too.
This would be our home we have arrived, at least so we thought. But things in life change, and as we grow older, painfully we have decided to sell our place. It’s 3400 ft.² roughly with about 8+ acres. Built in 2005. We were picky on the inside, nothing fancy or extravagant but rather what I thought of as a simpler statement inside. Simple message that will weather the storms.
We will soon most likely be listing it, but want to give you an idea with pictures, my idea of a real home. I had planned to add a nice greenhouse, plenty of room next to the house on the south side, but instead built raised beds, from which we grow enough to provide for us year round, veggies and fruit. Add chickens and one has a place they can grow old in, a place one can call, home.