The Rogersville Heritage Days Festival started in 1979 – as well as I can remember (when I was age 19). 2021 marked the 42nd Heritage Days (at my age 61). Aside from my “bionic” body, I still feel about the same as I did, at age 19.
Saturday, 10/14/2017, had been the last time that Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I walked Main Street on Heritage Days weekend. (My “bionic” right foot didn't take the pounding very well, but it took it.) It was also the birthday (age 8) of the youngest daughter of my youngest brother and his wife. We had a good day. I didn't take any photographs.
We visited my youngest brother and his family on 10/14/2018, Sunday. We didn't walk Main Street, for Heritage Days. We did eat at the (used to be) Sagebrush. It was rainy and cloudy all day. On 10/12/2019, Saturday, we visited my youngest brother and family. It was a cloudy day. We all ate at the Green Tomato Grill, but we didn't walk Main Street, for Heritage Days. Heritage Days weekend 2020 (10/9 - 11) was rainy. The “Corony Myopia Psychosis” was in full swing. It was raining “Corony” that day.
Heritage Days 10/10/2021
I told y'all yesterday that we might be at Heritage Days today! We were. We at dinner (lunch, as the Yankees call it), at the place where the Pizza Hut used to be, with my youngest brother and his family. We visited the homeplace. Then, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I, bravely, walked Main Street, on Heritage Days!
The center of Main Street is at the traffic light (green, at the time). The court house is to the right (south). The view is looking east. Heritage Days 2021 drew a good crowd this year.
Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, bravely, took the above photograph of me. The court house is behind me. How did I get that gray-headed? It's better to turn gray than to turn loose! Go Georgia Bulldogs! I told various “Farcebook” friends, who are friends in real life also, to look for me, wearing that T-shirt – if they were there at the time. We didn't meet anyone, whom we knew. I did meet a man, about my age, who works for WRGS – Rogersville's AM/FM radio station. We talked a bit, as we walked. He's a good guy.
Yes, the unknown woman behind me wore a mask. We saw one other wearing a mask. We were glad to see folks living as free people – in a once free and great nation. Appalachian heritage, stubborn and strong-willed as it is, will endure and overcome the “Socialist Utopian” agenda, in the USSA (or USA, until 1/6/2021). (I've written about it.)
Well, y'all keep living as free people, as our God-given right, in the USSA! Don't spend too much of that Monopoly money. A dollar ain't worth much these days. Heck, a $20 bill ain't worth much either. A $100 bill might buy you $10 worth of stuff – as $10 did 60 or so years ago. (I've written about it.) Okay, I'll get off my “soap box!”
As I wind down, in the evening, Molly doggy had been indoors with us. (She's resting for the night in her basement condominium now.) Gunsmoke had been on TV. (I found an old western afterward.) Work-a-day starts tomorrow. Y'all keep turnin' right and goin' straight out there! Ya hear? Well, it's dark now. I wonder when the light will return to this dark nation. We will see – maybe.