Friday, December 31, 2021

APPALACHIAN IRISHMAN BY THE NUMBERS, 12-31-2021, FRIDAY, 11:02 - 03 AM (published 12-31-2021; article #287)

 Introduction

Great! We have another rainy and warm winter day, in spring! The morning fog, at least, lifted. This is NOT Camelot weather. By eight, the morning fog did NOT disappear (Camelot lyrics - Richard Burton).

This morning, Tim Burchett (House Representative, TN, 2nd District) sent his email newsletter, for his 2021 year in review. His website is https://burchett.house.gov/, where one may read several news items and sign up for his monthly newsletter. His website doesn't contain his archived newsletters, as I wish that it did. Tim, as he prefers to be called, is doing his best to slow or reverse the USSA slide into Socialist “Utopia.” I support and join him.

Tim's year in review inspired me to check on my writing year in review. I took a minute (11:02 - 03 AM) to see a moment in time snapshot. I had to do something, aside from hope that the fog would lift, as it did, eventually.

https://www.appalachianirishman.com/

Since my first article (on Monday, March 6, 2006), I have been able to see my website statistics. Next March will be year sixteen. Today, at 11:03 AM, I saw my statistics via https://draft.blogger.com/blog/stats/week/23029091. (You can't access that link. Only I, as owner, can.)

12/31/2021, Friday, 11:03 AM: all time views (was at the time) 136,636. Today (was at the time) 28. Yesterday 124. This month (so far) 1,925. Last month 1,460. Viewer numbers keep increasing. That was a moment in time.

Twenty of my total 286 articles (before this one) were viewed or read in the last seven days (12/24 - 30/21). A total of 95 folks viewed or read those 20 articles. They were as follows, with number of views beside each article. (Four articles from 2006, 2009, and 2013 had views.)

FERRELL'S WELL DRILLING 3-8-1958, WEIGEL'S 12-21-2013 REMEMBERED 12-21-2021, CHRISTMAS 12-25-2021, AND 'LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL,' THE BACKDROP (published 12-26-2021 Sunday) == 21 views.

MY “LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL” CONTINUES (published 12/29/2021; article #284) == 9 views.

11-23-2021, TUESDAY: DAD GOT THIRD (SAME) JUNK MAIL HERE! (published 11-26-2021, Friday) == 8 views.

5/9/2021: MOTHER'S DAY, ON VE DAY (RUSSIA), IN MIDST OF MEMORIAL SERVICE == 7 views.

ALPHA TO OMEGA (published 12/29/2021; article #285) == 7 views.

LIFE, “SUCH AS IT WAS,” UPDATE – 12/7/2021 to 12/23/2021 (published 12/24/2021) == 5 views.

Devil's Nose 11/29/13 == 4 views.

11-7-2021: USSA “GOVRMINT” TIME ENDS! (published 11-7-21) == 4 views.

CHRISTMAS EVE, 12-24-2021, UPDATE (published 12-24-2021) == 4 views.

“LIFE, SUCH AS IT WAS” 11-29-2021 to 12-4-2021 (published 12-11-2021) == 3 views.

CHRIST-MAS 12/25/2020 FRIDAY == 3 views.

11-24-2021 WAS MOM'S HEAVENLY BIRTHDAY (published 11-26-2021, Friday) == 3 views.

How to Pronounce "Appalachian" - Revisited [12/12/09, Sat.] == 3 views.

Devil's Nose Mountain, Hawkins County [3/7/06 Tue.] == 2 views.

A Liberal's Stew [3/18/06 Sat.] == 2 views.

FEARGHAIL NIECES -- BASKETBALL PROUD! (published 12-19-2021) == 2 views.

FERRELL FAMILY GATHERING FUN, 7-3-2021 SATURDAY (Published 7-5-2021) == 2 views.

DAD, 9/17/1927 – 1/25/2008, AGE 80: I REMEMBERED [1/25/21 Mon.] == 2 views.

12-30-2000, SATURDAY, BECOMES 12-30-2021, THURSDAY (published 12/30/21; article #286) = 2 views.

6-13-2021, SUNDAY: GENERATIONAL HONOR - GRANNY FERRELL & AGE 15 NIECE == 2 views.

My first Wednesday, December 29, 2021, article mentioned my international viewer numbers, at that moment in time. I can see the numbers, from which nations, at any time. I can't see names or email addresses of readers. I can't see who has signed up, by email, to know when I post an article.

This is my one hundred twenty-first article, and final article, of 2021. (A man has to stop, for the year, sometime!) I published 55 articles in 2020. I see my article numbers, from 2016 to 2019 also. The statistics webpage, for my website, includes better details than the information in the next section.

https://appalachianirishman.substack.com/

My Thursday, December 23, 2021, 280th article here was also my first article on SubStack.

12/31/2021, Friday, 11:02 AM: I saw my SubStack website statistics (that requires my login), at that moment in time. The statistics are not as detailed, as the ones for https://www.appalachianirishman.com.

In nine days (12/23/21 to 12/31/21 11:02 AM), I had 30 readers. I have one (known to me), who enrolled for email notifications of my free articles on SubStack. (I can see email addresses on SubStack.)

SubStack is useful, in that it may help get my words out to a wider audience. (I will not publish a link to this article on my SubStack website.) My website statistics protect my email subscribers (whom I can't see) better than my SubStack website statistics (as I see email addresses, of one so far, there).

Conclusion

The first semi-final game of the 2021 College Football Championship (No. 4 Cincinnati vs. No. 1 Alabama) is on now. Watch Alabama win – as I hope NOT.

The second semi-final game (No. 3 Georgia vs. No. 2 Michigan) starts about 7:30 PM this evening. I expect Georgia to lose, so they don't have to lose to Alabama, again, in the 2021 Championship game (Monday, January 10, 2022). Georgia let Alabama beat them, on 12/4/2021, Saturday, in the SEC Championship game. Yes, I am still not over that loss!

Go DAWGS!


Thursday, December 30, 2021

12-30-2000, SATURDAY, BECOMES 12-30-2021, THURSDAY (published 12/30/21; article #286)

 Introduction

I have a second 'cuz, the daughter of one of my first 'cuzs, who lives in Georgia. (Go Dawgs! I'm still mad at my Dawgs, for letting Alabama whip them in the SEC Championship Game.) This 'cuz and her feller are, apparently, having trouble with an invading squirrel. They live in Atlanta, Georgia. That's too far a drive, for me to help them, in a timely manner.

I caught wind of the invading squirrel. I recon that hearing this squirrel saga helped me today. Thanks, second 'cuz!

Y'all click this here YouTube link at “Ray Stevens - "The Mississippi Squirrel Revival" (Music Video)!” I figure that you will get a good laugh, as I did!

12/30/2000, Saturday

On 12/30/2000, Saturday, the graveside service, for Mom (Betty Lou Wood Ferrell, 11/24/1932 - 12/27/2000), was at 1 PM. The weather was cloudy and cold, with a brisk wind from the north/northeast. The high had to have been no more than about 15 decrees. The frozen ground crunched, as we walked on it. (The crunchy ground reminded me of Russia.) Many members of the Fearghail clan, with several good friends, endured the service.

About 2 PM, that day, we (Dad, brothers and their families, other family, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, and I) were at the homeplace, trying to warm up, eat a bite, and endure the day.

12/30/2021, Thursday

On 12/30/2021, about 2 PM, I was remembering the details of 12/30/2000. I had already hauled trash. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had already gone to the grocery store and returned. Then, she had headed over to visit her Dad, sister, our niece, the three cats, and the “cat dog.” They live about three miles away from here. She's still there. The spring weather in winter today is a warm contrast to the definite winter of 12/30/2000. To folks in this area, did you enjoy that spring thunder storm last evening? We did.

While I was just “sottin'” here thinkin', as I've said, I had caught wind that my second 'cuz, in Georgia, was having trouble with an invading squirrel! My mind ran straight to the Ray Stevens song, which I've already linked before.

 

Free Photo by Camille Cox from Pexels

The above photograph may be the perpetrator! He looks like he was ready to jump inside, 'cuz!

Conclusion

Thanks, 'cuz, for helping me get over my state of remembering 12/30/2000, on 12/30/2021! I needed your squirrel saga today!

I think I'll get off here, to call your mother, my first 'cuz, here in a few minutes. What do you know? At 3:57 PM, the sun is out finally! Let's go see the light! Maybe Molly doggy is looking to play with me a while too! Are y'all ready for the Light? I am, and I have been, for a long while!


Wednesday, December 29, 2021

ALPHA TO OMEGA (published 12/29/2021; article #285)

 Introduction

On 12/23/2021, I thought that I would get me one of them “thar” SubStack writing website accounts, to add to this, my website. My SubStack account is https://appalachianirishman.substack.com/. My articles there link to my articles here. I have far more readers here, than on SubStack. I'm just trying to get the good Word out more! My websites are free – and they will always be free. SubStack wants me to get folks to pay, to read my website there. SubStack, gladly, would take 10%. I will never join SubStack's pyramid scheme!

Phil Robertson's 12/29/21 Article

My Friday, December 24, 2021, article mentioned an article, by my brother in Christ, Phil Robertson. His articles on SubStack are free also.

Earlier today, he published an excellent article, “Delta, Omicron, and My Answer to the Doomsday Prophets” (https://philrobertson.substack.com/p/delta-omicron-and-my-answer-to-the). He writes like he had spoken on his TV show. Click the link, to read his article! It will be worth your time. Drink a cup of coffee, while reading, if you want to do so. I highly recommend that you subscribe to his free articles.

Conclusion

Earlier today, I commented on brother Phil's article, as follows:

Omega is the final letter in the Greek alphabet. Alpha is the first letter. Rev. 22:12-13! "Corona Myopia Psychosis,” as I call it, is ignorance demonstrated, by those who do not know the Alpha and Omega (the Good Lord). Excellent article, brother Phil! I'm working on an article today. I will share your article on my website (https://www.appalachianirishman.com). God's blessings to your family and to you! I love you, in Christ, my brother. We keep standing on the Solid Rock! Ain't no “sinking sand” around us (Mt. 7:24-27)!

Well, I keep my word. This article shares brother Phil's article.

It's dark now, at 5:45 PM, here. I'm getting hungry. Will supper be ready, at 6 PM, as usual, dear? I thought so! Y'all keep turnin' right and goin' straight, out there, ya hear?

 

MY “LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL” CONTINUES (published 12/29/2021; article #284)

 

(free image I obtained on 1/2/2021, from ImageGeneration, which has no website)

 Introduction

At 2:12 PM, on this cloudy and rainy spring day, in winter, I might as well write another article or two. I hope that y'all are doing well enough out there – in whatever state or nation you are living.

In the last seven days, as of this moment in time, I see reader totals, which keep increasing, from the following nations: USSA (USA) 251, Belgium 78, Canada 52, Japan 52, France 9, Russia 9, Sweden 8, Singapore 5, United Kingdom 4, Finland 3, Netherlands 3, Bulgaria 2, Germany 2, Estonia 2, Vietnam 2, Australia 1, China 1, Indonesia 1, India 1, Ukraine 1. (I wonder where my Ireland readers are!)

I'll keep writing. Y'all keep reading. It's a good way to drink a cup of coffee, a while, together.

This article is sort of a follow up to my article of Sunday, December 26, 2021.

My “Tunnel” Events (as “Life, Such as It Was”)

12/27/2021, Monday: at 5:15 PM, on 12/27/2000, Mom (Betty Lou Wood Ferrell, 11/24/32 - 12/27/00) “went to see Jesus.” If you search my website by “Mom,” you will find several previous articles that I have published here.

The following is from my unpublished book, “Light at the End of the Tunnel,” under section “Historical Remarks (9/8/2011 – 12/27/2020):”

At 5:15 PM, on Wednesday, December 27, 2000, Mom “went to see Jesus.” She was at home. Family were with her. Exhausted, I had fallen asleep, sitting in a living room chair. We were all tired. At 5:15 PM, I awakened from my light sleep. I couldn't hear Mom breathing, in the labored manner that she had been having to do. She was gone from this world to Home.

On 12/27/2021, I worked from home. In October, I had requested vacation time, for this final week of the year. My employer, being understaffed constantly, had asked me, earlier this month, if I could work (from home, as I insisted), on 12/27/21. Begrudgingly, I had agreed. It was not fun.

I remembered all day long. At 5:15 PM, I stopped what I was doing, and I remembered – as I have been doing these last 21 years.

12/28/2021: on 12/28/1999, Tuesday, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I were in our little apartment, near the former Knox Center Mall (which is a demolition sight now). Dad had called me, regarding Mom. I drove our 1988 Nissan Stanza, with hazard lights flashing, to the homeplace. (I was speeding. No officer stopped me.) The date marked the beginning.

The following is from my unpublished book, “Light at the End of the Tunnel,” under section “3. Spiritual Scar (written 8/30/2016):”

Wow! I have fond thoughts of who I once was, as a fulltime minister of the Gospel. I had zeal and purpose. Life had meaning. Then, life change drastically, on 12/28/1999, when Mom was admitted to the hospital, only to suffer, recover, suffer again from another evil illness, and finally go to be with Jesus on 12/27/00. Remember, Belinda and I had only returned from Russia on 9/30/1999. We were still in cultural re-entry, having just finished follow up with most supporting churches, while beginning to transition toward finding work. (We had thought that God would use us in a stateside church planting, in East Tennessee.)

On 12/28/2021, my '06 Nissan Frontier (new, 'ol truck) had his passenger side airbag sensor rebooted. My Friday, December 24, 2021 article mentioned the start of it. The big money, corporate, “fix it up” place took from 2 PM to 3:29 PM, to reset a sensor. The cost was, well, “a dollar ain't worth much these days.” I wonder why they washed my truck. He was clean enough. It rained today.

While waiting, I met a fine Christian lady, who may be about 12 years younger than me. Her husband, son, and she live near us. We conversed as brothers and sisters in Christ, for a while. I wish that I had told her about this, my website. Her husband and she are raising their teenage son, to be a godly young man. Is there hope, for this once great nation? We will see.

12/29/2021, today: finally, the rain came – after the too many days of windy and cloudy weather. It is still spring, in winter.

On 12/29/2000, Mom's visitation and funeral were at East Rogersville Baptist Church. Her graveside was on 12/30/2000 – with the high temperature in the teens. I have details in my mind and in my unpublished book, as follows:

Thursday, 12/31/2020, New Year's Eve (a too warm, cloudy day): I hiked House Mountain #175 yesterday. My website has the entry.

12/29/2000 was on Friday. That evening, a large gathering was at East Rogersville Baptist Church, for Mom's visitation and funeral. Mom had been a Sunday School teacher for 31 years. During the funeral, Basil Jones, a godly minister, asked Mom's adult senior women Sunday School Class to stand. Many fine Christian women, who were sitting together, just behind us family, stood in unison. The tribute to Mom was visible.

12/30/2000, Saturday, was Mom's graveside, at 1 PM. The high temperature had to have been 15 degrees Fahrenheit, with a cold wind blowing from the east. The location was and is Howe's Chapel Baptist Church cemetery, near the church building. Dad is there, beside Mom, now.

12/31/2000, Sunday, New Year's Eve: Dad, my youngest brother and his wife, my wife, and I attended East Rogersville Baptist Church, for the morning service. That was twenty years ago, as of this 2020 New Year's Eve date of my writing.

Molly (our 'ol puppy doggy) had her annual physical examination today, at 10 AM. It wasn't raining, as we went. It rained, as we returned. Neither Molly nor I cared! We had fun! Molly will attain age seven, on 10/31/2022 (the date we mark as her birthday). We got Molly, on 11/21/2015 – the anniversary of the passing of Papaw Marion Ferrell (4/13/1880 - 11/21/1970). She was a few months old then – not yet age one.

This morning, earlier, I saw the email reply from 'cuz Ronny. My Sunday, December 26, 2021, article mentioned him. He, graciously, sent me the PDF files, that he had, from https://www.newspapers.com, which have the links to the image that includes my Dad, Earl Ferrell, in my 12/26/2021 article. Newspapers.com wants money, to get their links. The links are The Knoxville Journal 3/8/1958 and The Knoxville News-Sentinel 3/8/1958 – if you want to give them some money.

Before Molly doggy and I went to see her doctor, for her annual physical examination, I had managed to get me a free Knox County Library card! Via that card, I found the free link, for the same 3/8/1958 The Knoxville News-Sentinel image, on Newsbank (Knoxville News-Sentinel, Knoxville, Tennessee, March 8, 1958 page 9 actually. NewsBank: Access World News – Historical and Current. https://infoweb-newsbank-com.ezproxy.knoxlib.org/apps/news/document-view?p=WORLDNEWS&docref=image/v2%3A1429536AE5ADB4DF%40EANX-15CD29F03A36C91B%402436271-15CD26AA44F92AB7%4010)! I had to pay nary a cent! Papaw Ferrell would have been proud of me!

I email replied to my 'cuz Ronny, in the evening. I'm glad that 'cuz Ronny had the 3/8/1958 newspaper image, which included Dad! Dad had never told me. Thanks, again, 'cuz Ronny!

Conclusion

Their is everlasting Light at the end of this temporal tunnel. This afternoon, I left a good friend a voice mail. I hope my friend calls me back. Our conversation will include my comments on this subject. A fine Christian neighbor called me, later this afternoon. His wife and he are doing well enough. He and I spoke, on this topic.

Are y'all ready to join the vast numbers who are already in the everlasting Light, at Home? I am. Y'all get ready, if you are not. Contact me, if you would like to converse with me, on this most important subject.


Sunday, December 26, 2021

FERRELL'S WELL DRILLING 3-8-1958, WEIGEL'S 12-21-2013 REMEMBERED 12-21-2021, CHRISTMAS 12-25-2021, AND 'LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL,' THE BACKDROP (published 12-26-2021 Sunday)

Introduction

On this Sunday, 12/26/2021, did you know that Kwanzaa began today and that it is Boxing Day in Canada? That's what my desktop calendar tells me, for what it's worth.

My “CHRIST-MAS 12/25/2020 FRIDAY” article mentioned the snow on that day. I have four snow photographs in that article. Christmas, 12/25/2021, Saturday, was a warm and very windy March day. I should have flown a kite! The low was 59 degrees. The high was about 67 degrees. Yesterday was a “great day for snow sledding!” Today has been another spring day in winter. We are saving on our propane bill.

I hope that you read to the “light at the end of the tunnel” ending, of this article. It should be worth the trip.

Ferrell's Well Drilling, 3-8-1958

I am a member of a private group, on “Farcebook,” which is about and for members of the Irish Fearghail clan. On 12/20/2021, one of the administrators posted the following.

From the Knoxville News-Sentinel on March 08, 1958. Earl Henry Ferrell was the son of Marion Ferrell, grandson of James Robert Ferrell, great-grandson of John Ferrell Jr., gg-grandson of John Ferrell Sr.

Dad (Earl Ferrell, 9/17/1927 - 1/25/2008) was age 30. He still lived with his parents, on Cave Springs Road, in Hawkins County, Tennessee. He was still single. Papaw Marion Ferrell (4/13/1880 - 11/21/1970) was age 77. Papaw Ferrell started Ferrell's Well Drilling, in 1901. (A search of my archived articles will find details and photographs.) Dad knew the other well drillers listed. I recall Joe Samples, but I don't remember having met him in person. I knew Gwyn Calfee very well. (Search by “Gwyn Calfee,” to find my article on him.)

Thanks, Ronny, for posting the above image on that group page! I'll send you an email, to let you know that I have mentioned you, by first name only.

WEIGEL'S 12-21-2013 REMEMBERED 12-21-2021

On 12/21/2021, “Farcebook” reminded me of my 12/21/2013 post:

After having engaged in the secular ritual of almost last minute gift buying, and feeling frustrated by the wanton secularization of the observance of our Lord’s birth, I stopped at a Weigel's on the way home. The older man in front of me in line was buying a gallon of milk. As he turned, I noticed his cap: Vietnam War Veteran.

I caught his attention as he turned from the checkout. All I did was look him in the eyes and offer my handshake. I didn’t have to say a word. He saw the words in my eyes. He looked in my eyes, man to man, and said, “Thank you,” as he shook my hand. I respect this man, whom I may never meet again, because he offered his military service as a sacrifice to this once great nation.

Amidst the gift buying and giving, I paused, in the ultimate level of thankfulness, to “shake the hand” of the One who sacrificed his all for such a lowly one as I. May I, and all in this nation, live in respect of the Greatest Gift of all.

I do not recall having seen that Vietnam Veteran again. Eight years since my post, I would not change one word. God the eternal Word became flesh, born of a virgin. My analogy of the ants (8/21/2021 article) comes to mind: the man became an ant. He lived and died as an ant. He rose again. He brought salvation to the ants. God, however, created us in his image. God the Word became God the Son. Salvation is free. Have you taken up the Good Lord's offer? Contact me, if you have not. I will help you any way that I can!

Christmas 12/25/2021

Yesterday morning, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I enjoyed watching the tarp blow across our “back 40” into the “back 40” of our neighbors, to the east of us. The tarp had come from a neighbor to the west of us. I should have flown a kite, as I had stated before.

We gathered with the Gordon-Beckner clan on Christmas afternoon. As always, the conversation and food were great. (Well, there was too much food.) The elder sister of my father-in-law will attain age 100 next month, as the Lord wills. I look forward to writing about that event, by His grace! I wrote about this dear lady, in my January 18, 2021 article.

My youngest brother and his family visited in the early evening. Our two nieces were able to get their Christmas gifts on time this year. They got their Christmas 2020 gifts on 7/3/2021 (as my 7/5/2021 article mentioned).

Christmas, to the Fearghail and to the Gordon-Beckner clans, has the depth of family heritage, in the biblical context. The gift giving is secondary. Despite the March wind in winter, it was a good Christmas day.

LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL, THE BACKDROP (written 8/25/2016)”

Of course, the Fearghail clan remembers the good Christmas times and the sad Christmas times. The following is a paragraph from my unpublished book, “Light at the End of the Tunnel.” The paragraph is from my section “The Backdrop (written 8/25/2016).”

Thanksgiving 1999 was a good day. Mom looked and felt better than she had before she became ill. I still see her vividly. She was sitting in the blue recliner in the living room, at the homeplace. She was enjoying the family holiday activity. How well Mom looked and felt inspired us all. I recall telling Mom how well she looked. She replied, “I think I can see some light at the end of the tunnel!” (This inspired the title to my little book.) The next day, after Belinda and I were back at our little Knoxville apartment, Mom had pain in her side. Medical providers theorized that the pain was from over exertion in physical therapy. The pain turned out to be bone cancer. So, after enduring so much and finally showing signs of recovery, from all through which she had been, due to the cerebellar hemorrhage, Mom left this world and us to be with Jesus, on December 27, 2000, a year minus one day from when she was first hospitalized in 1999. At least Mom didn’t have to suffer long with the cancer, as she had, and still was, suffering from the cerebellar hemorrhage.

I will get around to finishing and publishing my book, in a year or so, as the Lord wills. I usually work quite a bit on my book, during the last week of the year.

I must, however, endure working from home, tomorrow only. Tomorrow is 12/27/2021 – twenty-one years since Mom “went to see Jesus” (in her words to me).

Conclusion

Is there joy this time of year? Yes. Is there sorrow this time of year? Yes. Can one experience both sorrow and joy this time of year? Yes. I have been doing so, along with an unknown number of others, every year – for many years.

Will temporal sorrow be overcome with everlasting joy? Yes, it will be – through God the man, who was born in a manger. Do you know the rest of the story? Have you accepted salvation, by faith, in Christ? Many of you have, and you rejoice, even in sorrow. There is hope! Some have not. Contact me, if you would like to talk. I will be glad to share a piece of the Bread of Life, from one hungry beggar to another.

Friday, December 24, 2021

CHRISTMAS EVE, 12-24-2021, UPDATE (published 12-24-2021)

 Introduction

The time, as I begin to write, is 3:50 PM, on 12/24/2021, Friday, Christmas Eve. I see a fine and godly neighbor mowing the leaves in his yard, as I type this sentence. I'm glad that I'm not doing that now. He has his “bionics,” as I have mine. He is older than me, by a few years.

This is my second article today. I hope that you enjoy it, as you drink your eggnog, on Christmas Eve. Papaw Aby William Wood (9/4/1901 - 3/14/1983) and I used to enjoy drinking a glass of eggnog (not spiced) together, on Christmas Eve – several decades ago. I do not want any eggnog this year.

Brother Phil

I would like to meet Phil Robertson, look him eye-to-eye, as men, and shake his firm handshake. He lives in Louisiana. I live in Tennessee. That would be a long handshake – unless he's up this way sometime in the future.

Do you remember Duck Dynasty? I do, very well. That fine show ran on A&E Television Networks, LLC, from 2012 to 2017 (11 seasons, 129 episodes). Their marketing website is still Duck Commander. Buy some stuff there, if you need it. I bought my six new sweatshirts, on 12/18/2021.

Phil Robertson is the patriarch of his godly family. He has his SubStack website. I found it today. It is free to subscribe. He doesn't want the money, to get his word out. His words are far more important than money. I agree.

Read his 12/22/2021 article. I did. His wisdom is worth reading. His articles are free, as mine are on that SubStack whatever it is. (I'm experimenting on it. SubStack wants one to make money on one's articles. Phil Robertson and I have articles there that are always free.)

Earlier today, I commented on his 12/22/2021 article: “Brother Phil, folks need not only to hear but to listen to your words of wisdom. Thank you for trying to get the Good Word out there! I have been trying, for decades. Since March 2006, I have been doing so on my website (https://www.appalachianirishman.com/). 'Logic - Theology - Deep Stuff' subject line contains my efforts, over the years. We, as Christians, continue to stand on the Solid Rock. We wish many more would join us. Many others and we are trying. Merry Christmas, for the true reason, to your family and you.”

I, then, sent him a SubStack email: “Brother Phil, Greetings, in Christ. I enrolled to get your newsletter updates today. The following is my comment, on your 12/22/21 article 'The One Thing Humanity Needs to Know This Christmas:' Brother Phil, folks need not only to hear but to listen to your words of wisdom. Thank you for trying to get the Good Word out there! I have been trying, for decades. Since March 2006, I have been doing so on my website (https://www.appalachianirishman.com/). 'Logic - Theology - Deep Stuff' subject line contains my efforts, over the years. We, as Christians, continue to stand on the Solid Rock. We wish many more would join us. Many others and we are trying. Merry Christmas, for the true reason, to your family and you. May God bless you and yours, as y’all work to advance His Cause.” (I used my known signature, with name, address, phone numbers, and website.)

Conclusion

At 4:45 PM, this typing, I hope that many folks read this article and Phil Williams' article that I referenced. We are both, among many others, trying to restore this once great nation to its moral and godly roots. Help us, if you can!

I wish that Papaw Wood were here. We might drink a glass of eggnog together. Papaw Wood is Home. I'm waiting until it is my turn to join him. In the mean time, I'm trying to help the spiritually in need, to find the Bread of Life that this poor beggar found, on 6/21/1981 – the date of my salvation. I remember that day very well.

Happy Christmas Eve, y'all. Remember and enjoy, for the right reason!


LIFE, “SUCH AS IT WAS,” UPDATE – 12/7/2021 to 12/23/2021 (published 12/24/2021)

 Introduction

Merry Christmas Eve, y'all! The weather is cloudy and too warm this afternoon. I'm just “sottin' here,” writing.

The Context

I hope that you are reflecting deeply on God's Eternal Plan of Redemption. Our all-knowing God always knew his plan, as He is eternal and omniscient, among His other characteristics. God's plan had to unfold, in time.

First, God created the temporal universe – including humans, made in His image. The biblical account is in Genesis. (The faith is based on evidence, which I have and can continue to prove.) God knew that sin would enter his creation.

The Old Testament books of the Bible record the next chapter in God's Eternal Plan of Redemption. The chapter unfolded over centuries and includes many details.

The inspired Gospel of Luke (chapter 2, verses 1-7) records the birth of God, the eternal Word, who became flesh, as the Messiah. Jesus, as God incarnate, lived, taught, performed miracles, was crucified, was resurrected, and ascended to heaven. The biblical record is inspired and verified. (I have and can prove the faith.)

Since that time, we remain in the unfolding final chapter of God's Eternal Plan of Redemption. The inspired New Testament writers recorded the first several decades of this still unfolding final chapter.

Now that I have set the context, I will regale you with life, “such as it was,” from 12/7/2021 to 12/23/2021.

LIFE, “SUCH AS IT WAS”

12/7/2021, Tuesday: I wish that I had taken the time to write an article that day. The day marked the 80th anniversary of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. The unfolding tragedy of World War II continued, until it ended, finally. I now, by writing, honor the men and women who gave their lives, in service to this once great nation. I wish this once great nation could live, in honor of their collective sacrifices.

12/15/2021, Wednesday: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had her “annual, every-six-month” physical examination, by her PCP. My wife is doing well enough to have an annual physical on an annual, not on an every-every-six-month, basis! Her doctor must like the copay.

12/14,15,16/2021: On 12/14/2021, the daughter of my “adoptive sister” attained age 48. Her phone number is no longer valid. I tried. The next day, I left my “adoptive sister” a voice mail phone message. My “adoptive sister,” in Charleston, Missouri, has not returned my call yet. I tried. On 12/16/2021, the son of my “adoptive sister” attained age 44. His phone number is still valid. I left him a voice mail. He has not replied yet. I tried.

12/20/21, Monday: Usually, I work from home, from Monday through Wednesday and at the office on Thursdays and Fridays – doing the exact same job. It has been the work insanity that I have endured, since 2/1/2021. On 12/20/2021, as my '06 Frontier and I were turning from one road to the next -- almost home, my truck told me that supplemental air bag warning light needed attention. At 5:51 PM, I called the Nissan folks.

On 12/28/21, Tuesday, when I am off work – and on the anniversary of Mom's 12/28/1999 ER trip that started my not yet published book "Light at the End of the Tunnel" – my truck and I have a 2 PM appointment -- to fix another sensor, apparently. It will be part of another "Life, Such as It Is" article, eventually.

12/22/2021, Wednesday: I had my ACTUAL annual (i.e., once a year) physical examination, by my fine primary care doctor, friend, and brother in Christ. I worked from home that day. My appointment was at 8 AM. I “flexed my work time,” to not request leave. His office is a five-minute drive from home. Aside from my “bionic” whatevers, which are much improved, I am still “fit as a rutting buck!” If you need a great primary care doctor, and if you live in the Knoxville, Tennessee area, I highly recommend my doctor, friend, and fellow Christian: Kalpesh D. Parikh, MD! (The link is via patientfusion.com.)

12/23/2021, Thursday: Yesterday, I decided to play with SubStack a while. I started my SubStack website, which is not as good as my Appalachian Irishman website, here, that I own. I'm trying to “expand my influence, readership, and profile,” as some folks call it. Who knows? I may find a way to work-at-home fulltime, as an editor and/or writer, in time. We will see.

Conclusion

By the way, I left a very good friend two voice mails today, about 12:25 PM from our landline and about 1:27 PM from my cell phone. I hope that my very good friend calls me back. We haven't spoken, either by phone or face-to-face, in about a decade.

This life, such as it was, update is placed firmly -- on this 12/24/2021 Christmas Eve Friday -- into the context of God's Eternal Plan of Redemption.

Do you understand? I hope so! Otherwise, contact me. I will help you in any way that I can!


Thursday, December 23, 2021

SWEATSHIRT SEARCH SUCCESS! (published 12-23-2021; 280th article)

 Introduction (Введение)

Success! My success! I bought new sweatshirts! (Yспех! Мой успех! Купила новые толстовки!) No, the translation is NOT “hoodies!” It is “sweatshirts!” Okay, I'll stay with English from now on.

My 11/20/2021 and 12/11/2021 articles include my comments, on my five failed searches for new sweatshirts.

Success!

Saturday, 12/18/2021, was a rainy summer day, in winter. I removed my outer layer, to be more comfortable in my T-shirt.

At 11:00 AM, my good friend and barber, who owns Tony's Best Clips, gave me another “best clip.” Thanks, Tony! I like your website! I wrote my “best review,” on 12/23/2021!

Afterward, my '06 Frontier and I went to the parking lot area of “Wally World,” in the Halls area of north Knox County, Tennessee. First, I checked Burkes Outlet then Hibbett Sports – in my effort to avoid “Wally World.” I had no luck. Those were my sixth and seventh failed attempts to buy new sweatshirts.

Finally, bravely, I entered “Wally World.” My “bionic” right foot was holding up well enough. After several minutes of searching, I found my six new sweatshirts!


The above image – which I had taken that day, with my trusty Samsung very wise phone – is proof! My two pair of green and two pair of blue old sweatshirts are to the left. They are about 20 years or so old. They had a few small holes. One green sweatshirt still has a paint spot, which never came off. I'd placed there, in 2003, when I was painting at our house, which was under construction at the time.

My six pair (two black, two blue, and two dark gray) are to the right. I was wearing the dark gray, as I had typed this line! The image above the sweatshirts is my “Wally World” receipt and the stickers from my six new sweatshirts!

At least three of my old sweatshirts were made in the former USA. My six new sweatshirts were made in Honduras, by a company called Athletic. I like my new sweatshirts. I wish that I hadn't needed to take so much time and effort, to find them. My eighth search was the charm!

My four old sweatshirts are now resting, in a location of honor, in my closet. (The master's bedroom has two closets – a smaller one for me and a larger one for Mrs. Appalachian Irishman.) I hear the jokes forming in your minds! Don't tempt me! I have an answer to your “who's the master” jokes!

Conclusion

While in line at one of the checkout locations, I had been behind a man, a little older and taller than me, who looked very fit. He allowed me to checkout before him, since he had a buggy full of stuff, while I was holding six sweatshirts in my arm. We talked. Neither he nor I have had our “Corony Myopia” shots. Neither of us plan to get them. That's our choice. Leave us alone! His job requires him to take the “Corony Myopia” shot or face forced retirement, in a few days or weeks. I'd like to see my job try that on me! That man and I shook hands. We agreed: either the Good Lord needs to return soon or this once great nation needs to get back to its godly roots. We agreed: the latter will not happen, most likely. We will see.

By the way, the man who checked me out was an older and shorter man. I think that he enjoyed the comments, of the taller and older man and me.

At least I have new sweatshirts! If they last 20 years, I will need new sweatshirts at about age 81 or so. Come soon, dear Lord! Come soon! I do not want to buy new sweatshirts again!