Monday, September 20, 2021

9/19/2021, Sunday Meanderings: Turkey, Dad's Birthday, and “Poly-tics” (published 9/20/2021)


At 2:27 PM on Sunday, September 19, 2021, I had begun to fill this blank canvas. I saw clouds, as I looked out my home office window. We had a little rain later. We had a little rain the day before. The weekend weather was not good, for my first fall hike on House Mountain. So, instead, here I had “sot,” as Dad would say, to fill this canvas with words. Buckle up! It's 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, as I did.)


Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I enjoyed a two-week summer vacation at a nice resort near Antalya – in 1998. We were part of a three-family mission team to Moscow and Klin, Russia (10/1/1994 to 9/30/1999). The Covington family had already moved back to the USA. The Bryant family and we were still in Russia. We, the two families, had needed that vacation! Summer is dacha season in Russia. Our mission work always slowed down some in the summer, as folks were often gone to their dachas. Moscow slowed down. We slowed down. We had a great, relaxing, and refreshing vacation that we needed. I have the film photographs and memories. I may get around to writing more, with photographs, if I decide to take the time to do so.

The above is one photograph of our vacation. For about twenty years, it has been in a frame and on our 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 Constitution (which is ignored mostly nowadays) of the once great USA was signed by the delegates of the Constitutional Convention. Y'all are welcome to research and read the details.

On 9/17/1921, my Dad, 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.

You are welcome to search this website, by “Dad,” family, or heritage topics. I have written several articles about Dad. The above photograph is from 1947. Dad was 20. He is the man standing, wearing the white safety hat. Papaw Marion Ferrell was 67. He is the taller man, standing behind Dad. They are working the cable drill, drilling a water well for someone. That was years before Dad got his well machine. (I know the details.)

On 9/17/2021, while I “hitting a lick” (working) at the “Hadean Realm” (the office), I remembered. My youngest brother did too. I wonder if the other two brothers remembered.

My youngest brother called me yesterday, early in the afternoon. He stated that, on 9/17/2021 (Friday), the pump at his in-laws' house stopped working. (His in-laws have both passed on, but the house is still standing and being maintained.) Dad had drilled a well for my youngest brother's future in-laws, decades ago (probably in the 1960s). In 1981, as my brother recalled, Dad (at age 54) had replaced the pump. My brother and the youngest daughter of his now deceased in-laws were married, on 5/6/2000. I had the honor of performing the wedding ceremony. Mom (age 67) attended in her wheelchair. Dad (age 72) was still alive and able-bodied well enough, despite his ticker trouble.

On 9/17/2021, my youngest brother and a pump repairman that he had called replaced the pump that Dad had installed, in 1981. That's not a bad track record for a 40-year-old pump! Let's see. 40 years from now, I will be 101, if I'm still around.

I wonder if my youngest brother and his pump repair man 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 Home. Hey, nieces, are you reading? I hope so!


At about 4:30 PM, on Sunday, 9/19/2021, the rain was coming straight down. It's a fine Irish rain. I could have gone outside, to walk in the rain. I like a good walk in the rain every now and then. Sixteen minutes later, it stopped raining. I heard thunder.

I had planned to write a detailed article, about “poly-tics,” that I had planned to title “Poly-Tics Smorgasbord.” I don't want to write it now. That temporal “poly-tics” stuff doesn't matter, as I sit here writing, at this moment in time.

I have a few notes in a working document that I will delete. You can follow the links if you wish to do so. I had planned to write more about:

The Russian “election,” which is similar to the USSA 2020 presidential election. Feel free to check out: 9/18/2021, Vladimir Putin's Opponents Are Bowed but Not Broken as Russia Votes ( and 9/19/2021, Russia Election: Opposition Complaints on Final Day of Voting - BBC News. The USSA is catching up to the former USSR quickly!

Various “Supreme Court” opinions and decisions, as if the USSA “Supreme Court” is God's Supreme Court. Of course, with a rare exception, taking the life of the unborn child, in the womb, is murder, according to God's Supreme Court. God's Supreme Court still rules that a person has either an innie (female) or an outie (male). There are too many mundane and temporal details, about which I could write. 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 still won't go away. Aren't y'all tired of it? I am. I heard that the Knoxville Zoo tigers had their “corony” virus shots a few days ago! That made the news? Tigers were given “corony” immunizations? Really? Wake up, America! I wasted too much of my writing time and ability last year, and maybe early this year, on Corona Myopia Psychosis topics. I'm tired of the “corony” socialist agenda! 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 a few details. I don'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 to USSA oblivion is progressing nicely, for the socialists -- who wish that constitutional conservatives would either die or get out of their way.

USSA southern border: what border? Do I need to write more? It's 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 continue to use, as “useful idiots” (to borrow Lenin's words), to maintain and continue the USSA Socialist Utopia. Don't worry, as long as you have plenty of land for a good garden and hunting skills for meat. Don't forget to have plenty of weapons and ammunition to defend yourself.

9/19/2021, Sunday, Initial Conclusion

Well, about 6 PM, I think that I will go outside, to see if the rain has stopped or not. Did I meander enough? At least I have this article published.

Y'all keep meandering in the right direction, to go Home, eventually! Send me one of them “thar” e-mails, if you would like to talk.

9/20/2021, Monday, Final Conclusion

I have a dear friend, whose birthday was yesterday. She referenced Psalm 139. Psalm 139:23-24 reads, in English, 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 about time for supper, so I'll publish this article. I wish that all folks wanted the Lord to lead them into everlasting. It would be a much better world. The temporal is endured. Everlasting will be bliss.

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