Friday, November 26, 2021

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


Sadly, on 11/24/2021, Wednesday, I searched my articles – from 3/6/2006 first article to the latest at that time. Searching by “Mom” will find more articles. I found two only, by “Mom's Birthday” search. My still unpublished book, “Light at the End of the Tunnel,” contains much more than my website does. I plan to publish my book – in time. I have been working on in, off and on, since 2000. Another year or so, before publishing, will not matter – if I'm still on this earth.

Mom (Betty Lou Wood Ferrell, 11/24/1932 - 12/27/2000) would have been 89, on 11/24/2021 - if she were still on this earth.

My 11/24/2009 and 11/24/2019 Articles

On Tuesday, November 24, 2009, I wrote my “Happy Birthday, Mom” article. I re-read my words. I experienced the same emotions. I quote one sentence from that article, to Mom: “You were the most genuine Christian that I have known.” You are encouraged to read my article. I would not change one word today.

On Sunday, November 24, 2019, I wrote my “MOM'S BIRTHDAY” article. I hope that you enjoy my play on “The Farmer in the Dell.” Mom would not have liked my use of “crap,” but she would have laughed. I was starting my “bionic” life year number four. I had to inject a little humor.

My 7/17/2021 Birthday Pie


As a teenager, I did not care for birthday cakes anymore. Mom could make great cakes. She had taken a cake decorating class. She had all the tools. Mom made the wedding cake for Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and me (5/16/1986). I liked birthday lemon pie better. Mom started making me birthday lemon pies every year.

Mrs. Appalachian Irishman has kept up that tradition. On 7/17/2021, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman made me the above photographed birthday pie. From that date, until 11/25/2021, Thanksgiving, I was not hungry for lemon pie. (I do not eat sweets very often.) On Thanksgiving, yesterday, I ate one piece of my 7/17/2021 birthday lemon pie. It was good. It had been aging in the freezer. My youngest brother and his family had Thanksgiving dinner (12 PM) with us. He ate a sliver of my pie. For Thanksgiving supper, at the Gordon-Beckner gathering, I talked a couple of my in-laws into eating some of my pie.

The above photograph indicates that much more pie remains to be eaten. I may eat the rest of my 7/17/2021 birthday pie, before 7/17/2022 – if I don't go Home or the world comes to an end before then.


Mom, if you were able to hear me now, you would smile and make a good reply to me! I know. I should have eaten my birthday lemon pie completely in July. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman seems to understand.

How about a birthday Winesap apple, for my birthday, next year? I would eat that the same day!

I'm just having a little fun with you, Mom! I look forward to sharing this story with you, at Home, eventually. I'm getting there – not today, apparently. Now, Dad liked sweets. I wonder if my 7/17/2021 lemon birthday pie will keep?

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