Introduction
At 2:27 PM on Sunday, September 19, 2021, I started to fill this blank canvas. Looking out my home office windows, I saw clouds. A little rain came later. Rain also fell the day before. The weekend weather was not good for my first fall hike on House Mountain. Instead, yesterday and today, here I “sot,” as my father would say, to fill this canvas with words.
Buckle up! This is a five-page article. If you have a short-term attention span due to too much time on social media, then please stop reading now. Otherwise, to those who still enjoy reading long articles, I hope that you like this one.
I will meander for a while. “Meander” is of Greek origin (Μαιανδρος). Maiandros (or Maeander) was a river god of Karia (or Caria), in Anatolia (modern Turkey). The Menderes River (Büyük Menderes Nehri, in Turkish) is in southwestern Turkey. It leads to the Mediterranean Sea at Antalya. Anyone can do the same research.
Turkey
In 1998, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I enjoyed a two-week summer vacation at a nice resort near Antalya. We were part of a three-family Christian missionary team in Moscow and Klin, Russia (10/1/1994 to 9/30/1999). The Covington family had already moved back to the United States. The Bryant family and we were still in Russia. We, the two families, needed that vacation! Summer is dacha season in Russia. Our mission work always slowed down some in the summer, since folks were often gone to their dachas. Moscow slowed down. We slowed down. We had a great, relaxing, and refreshing vacation that we needed. We have film photographs and memories. I may get around to writing another article about the trip, with additional photographs, if I decide to do so.
The above is one photograph from our vacation. For about twenty years, it has been in a frame and sitting on a living room end table. I was 38. Mrs. Appalachian was my age minus three years. At sunset, the photographer asked me to jump over her. I did. I still wish that I had jumped straighter. I did as well as I could, given the lighting and waves from the Mediterranean Sea. (Some folks call it an ocean. I call it a sea.) I think that my “bionic” body could still jump over her as high. Aside from the 25 surgically implanted metal items in my left shoulder, right knee, and right foot, I'm still in the same shape, aside from the gray hair and a few more wrinkles. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman looks exactly the same now. She forced me to write that!
Dad's Birthday on Constitution Day
On 9/17/1787, the United States Constitution, which is often ignored nowadays, was signed by the delegates of the Constitutional Convention. Source: Constitution Day.
On 9/17/1921, my father, Earl H. Ferrell, was born. He was the youngest of eight children. His parents were Marion (no middle name) Ferrell and Molly Gertrude (Archer) Ferrell. Dad was born on the 133rd anniversary of the signing of the US Constitution.
You may search this website by “Dad” or by family or heritage topic sections. I have written several articles about my father. The above photograph is from 1947. Dad was 20. He is the closest man, standing and wearing a white safety hat. Papaw Marion Ferrell was 67. He is the man standing behind my father. They were using a cable drill to drill a water well for someone. That was years before my father bought his larger well machine.
On Friday, 9/17/2021, while I was “hitting a lick” (working) at the “Hadean Realm” (office), I remembered. My youngest brother did too. I wonder if our other two brothers remembered.
Early yesterday afternoon, my youngest brother called. He said that on Friday, our father's birthday, the pump at his in-laws' house stopped working. His wife's parents have both passed on, but the house is still standing and being maintained. Probably in the 1960s, our father drilled a well for my youngest brother's future in-laws. In 1981, as my brother recalled, our father, at age 54, had replaced their pump. On May 6, 2000, my youngest brother and the youngest daughter of her now-deceased parents. I was honored to perform their wedding ceremony. Mom, age 67, attended in a wheelchair. Dad, age 72, was still alive and able-bodied enough, despite his ticker trouble.
Last Friday, 9/17/2021, at the home of his wife's deceased parents, my youngest brother and a pump repairman that he called replaced the pump that Dad had installed in 1981. That was not a bad track record for a 40-year-old pump! Let's see. Forty years from now, I will be 101 if I'm still around.
I wonder if my youngest brother and the pump repairman set as good a pump as Dad did in 1981 (when I was 21). The next generation will know. I hope that one of the two daughters of my youngest brother and his wife will keep this website going, after I have gone to my heavenly home. Hey, nieces, are you reading? I hope so!
“Poly-ticks”
At about 4:30 PM yesterday, rain was coming straight down. It was a fine Irish rain. I could have gone outside and walked in the rain. I like a good walk in the rain now and then. After about sixteen minutes, the rain stopped, and I heard thunder.
I had planned to write a detailed article about “poly-ticks,” titled “Poly-Ticks Smorgasbord.” I changed my mind. Temporal discussions on “poly-ticks” matter very little, as I sit here writing.
I plan to delete the working document that includes several thoughts. I had planned to write more about the following:
The so-called Russian election: It was similar to the Ununited Socialist States of America (USSA) 2020 presidential election. Feel free to check out: 9/18/2021, Vladimir Putin's Opponents Are Bowed but Not Broken as Russia Votes (newsweek.com) and 9/19/2021, Russia Election: Opposition Complaints on Final Day of Voting - BBC News. The USSA is quickly catching up to the former Soviet Union!
Recent “Supreme Court” opinions and decisions: The USSA “Supreme Court” is not God's Supreme Court. Of course, with rare exception, taking the life of an unborn child in the womb is murder, according to God's Supreme Court. Further, God's Supreme Court still rules that a person has either an innie (female) or an outie (male). There are several other mundane and temporal topics, about which I could write. Instead, I will move on. The USSA needs to return to God, of course. In time, God's Supreme Court will have the final rule.
The new cold virus: The hype will still not go away. Aren't you tired of it? I am. I heard that the Knoxville Zoo tigers had their “corony” vaccinations a few days ago! Why did that make the news? Why were tigers given “corony” immunizations? Really? Wake up, America! I wasted too much time last year and this year, writing about “Corona Myopia Psychosis,” as I call it. I am tired of how the socialists promote their agenda by using the new cold virus! Hey, government powers, come here and attempt to force me to take a “corony” shot! I'll show you verbally what a real man is like! Apparently, Knox County Mayor Glen Jacobs wrote a letter to President Biden along that same line. I doubt that the mayor's words were as poignant as mine.
The revolt that didn't happen: Apparently, on 9/18/2021, some type of gathering at the White House (or colorless house) took place. The socialist media feared that a constitutionally conservative revolt would include some type of riot. Something fizzled yesterday. I read and heard about a few details. I didn't care. The USSA started on 1/6/2021. The first president of the USSA was inaugurated on 1/20/2021. The downhill slide on the ice toward socialist oblivion is progressing nicely for the socialists. They wish that constitutional conservatives would either die or get out of their way.
The USSA southern border: What border? Do I need to write more? It is the USSA socialist utopian dream coming true. Just wait! The next vote early and often election will include the mass of illegal (yes, illegal) aliens (yes, aliens) that the USSA socialist utopians will use, as “useful idiots” (to borrow Lenin's words), to maintain and advance the USSA socialist utopian pipe dream. Don't worry, as long as you have enough land for a garden, and you know how to hunt for meat. Don't forget to have enough weapons and ammunition to defend yourself.
Initial Conclusion on Sunday, 9/19/2021
Well, at about 6 PM, I think that I will go outside to see if the rain has stopped. Did I meander enough? At least this article is published.
Please keep meandering in the right direction toward our heavenly home. You are welcome to use the Contact Form on this website to email me, if you would like to talk privately.
Final Conclusion on Monday, 9/20/2021
I have a dear friend whose birthday was yesterday. On her social media platform, she referenced Psalm 139. Psalm 139:23-24 states, “Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting."
Yesterday, I wrote to my friend, “I wish that all folks wanted the Lord to lead them into everlasting.”
It's almost time for supper, so I'll finally publish this article. I wish that all folks wanted the Lord to lead them into the everlasting. It would be a much better world. The temporal is endured. Everlasting will be bliss.
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