Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Saturday, September 17, 2022

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD: 9-15-2013 House Mt. Hike #90 Dedication (published 9-17-2022; article #357)

 Introduction

I published only one article in 2012HAPPY 85th BIRTHDAY, DAD, on 9/17/2012.

Earl Ferrell (9/17/1927 - 1/25/2008) was my father. Aside from the 9/17/2012 article, my archives show other articles about Dad, on 6/21/2009, 6/26/2010, 9/20/2020, 1/25/2021, 6/20/2021, and 9/20/2021. Other articles, on family and heritage, mention Dad.

In 2013, I published only three articles – two in February and one in March. Today, nine years late, I will publish my House Mountain hike #90, of 9/15/2013 – which I had dedicated to Dad.

House Mountain Hike #90 - Dedicated to Dad

On 9/15/2013, I had written, in my hiking log, “09/15/13, Sunday. 90th! Passed 16 people going up! 28 min. West trail up. Muggy. Photos.”

That hike up the west trail was four minutes slower than my best time (as of 2013). It was my first hike of the fall, winter, and spring hiking season. I could have hiked up faster, but the sixteen people, whom I passed while hiking up, had slowed me down! They were mostly couples, in their 30's, with children. I also passed a few college students, in their early 20's.

This “old man” (age 53 at the time) had hiked up faster than those younger folks! Dad would have said, “Now, son, stop your crowin’!” My 90th hike was dedicated to Dad, who would have been age 86 on 9/17/2013 (a Tuesday).

I had taken the photograph, below, on 9/15/2013, at 3:41 PM – after I'd already hiked up the west trail, to the west bluff. The photograph is of the new sign (at the time) on the ridge trail. The sign states details of House Mountain and the “Crest Trail” (or ridge trail), and it honors John Evans, a man who did much work on the park. I'd not seen the sign before that 9/15/2013 hike. I've seen it many times since then.

I had taken the photograph, below, on 9/15/2013, at 3:58 PM. As I recall, I had continued east, across the ridge, to the middle bluff, then down the east trail. The image is looking northeast, from the middle bluff. As I recall, the weather was a little too warm and muggy, but it was a good enough day for my first hike of the hiking season. Enjoy the view, of nine years ago! The view has remained about the same.

After that hike, I had contact with two first cousins. We had planned a hike at Laurel Run Park (in Hawkins County, Tennessee) for later than month or in October. We'd planned to invite other family, to hike with us. Sadly, our hiking plans were not realized. Cousin Retha (9/7/1959 - 4/27/2017) has since passed on.

11/03/2001 Hike to “Jim Ferrell home site”

My hiking log includes the last time that Dad and I hiked together. He'd taken me hiking to the Clinch Mountain fire tower, at times, when I was a boy.

On 11/3/2001, Saturday, Dad (age 74), Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, my youngest brother and his wife, and I hiked to the home site location of James Robert Ferrell (1851 - 1926). James (or Jim) Ferrell was my paternal great grandfather, Dad's grandfather. Great Papaw Jim Ferrell and his wife, Elizabeth Presley Ferrell (1856 - 1900), has ten children. (The details are in family records, which I have.)

I have film photographs of that hike, but I'll not try to find and digitize them today. I may do so, for a future article. Mom (Betty Lou Wood Ferrell, 11/24/1932 - 12/27/2000) had already gone to see Jesus. Dad's heart trouble would not show up, until December of 2002. He could still hike the mostly level ground very well. We saw the remains of the old Jim Ferrell home site The house had been gone for decades, but the foundation was still noticeable. I remember several shade and apple trees. That home site had been in a good location, on good farm land.

I wonder if any cousins may want to arrange a hike back to the old Jim Ferrell home site. We'd need permission from the current owner. What do you say, cousins? Should we plan a hike? I'm in!

Conclusion

Hey, Dad! Happy birthday today! I know that Mom and you are enjoying perfect hiking weather, in heaven! Please tell Mom and all the family there howdy from me! I'll see y'all up there eventually. We'll hike – and have so many other great joys – together everlastingly!

By the way, my Georgia Bulldogs will defeat the South Carolina “Game Chickens.” At halftime, my 'Dawgs are up 24 to 0. If we were together, watching the game on TV, you would pull for the “Game Chickens” – just to “devil” me! I know. I hear you!

The Ferrell home site foundation is still noticeable. It is secure in the heart and mind.


Wednesday, September 07, 2022

THE TRUE LIGHT QUARTET - UNCLE PAUL'S LEGACY (published 9-7-2022; article #355)

Introduction

I have a post-it note, which I dated 8/28/2003, a Thursday. I was talking with Dad by phone on that date. I'd asked Dad to please name the members of The True Light Quartet – other than Uncle Paul, who sang bass. He did, and he told me the parts that they sang. I wrote down, on the post-it note, what Dad had told me.

As a boy, I remember hearing The True Light Quartet sing. I don't recall where or how many times. Mom and Dad took us boys to hear them, at church gatherings. They sang a cappella. I remember very well the musical gospel messages that The True Light Quartet sang. A good sermon can be sung.

This article is for all the relatives of the Marion and Gertrude Ferrell line, and it honors Uncle Paul's legacy.

The Family

Papaw Marion Ferrell (4/13/1880 - 11/21/1970) and Mollie Gertrude “Gertie” Archer Ferrell (11/30/1892 - 6/11/1971) had eight children, who were born and lived beyond infancy – two daughters and six sons.

Their two daughters, my aunts, were Carrie E. Ferrell Davis (12/5/1909 - 1/28/2000) and Lula Mae Ferrell Absher (1/14/1912 - 10/9/1995). They were the oldest two children.

Granny and Papaw Ferrell's six sons were, in order of oldest to youngest, James William “Bill” Ferrell (8/20/1914 - 6/21/1999), Roy Palmer Ferrell (6/9/1917 - 9/13/1991), George Charles Ferrell (1/14/1920 - 12/1/1995), Paul Edward Ferrell (3/16/1922 - 12/4/1983), Robert Carson Ferrell (4/30/1925 - 12/1/1999), and my Dad, Earl H. Ferrell (9/17/1927 - 1/25/2008).

Memories of two aunts, five uncles, their spouses, and their children – my many cousins – abound with vivid and pleasant memories.

The True Light Quartet

On that 8/28/2003 post-it note, I wrote down, as Dad told me, the members of The True Light Quartet and the parts they sang. (I'm glad that I kept that post-it note.) Dad told me:

     Roy “Curly” Mauk - sang tenor.
     ???? Carter - sang tenor. (Dad couldn't recall
          his first name.)
     Roy Starnes - sang tenor “on the last,”
          as Dad told me.
     Paul Ferrell - sang bass.
     Nick Williams - sang soprano.

I don't know how many years that The True Light Quartet sang at churches and other religious gatherings – mostly in the upper-east Tennessee area, around Kingsport. I believe they started in the 1970's or before. Uncle Paul passed, on 12/4/1983, and I think that the quartet had stopped singing together before then.

The True Light Quartet composed and sang at least eight original songs. (They sang many commonly known spiritual songs.) The quartet recorded their eight songs on cassette tape.

Initially, I had two cassette tapes, with “True Light Quartet” written on them. (I still have those tapes, along with my 8/28/2003 post-it note, in the photograph below.) For the first tape, Dad had written “True Light Quartet” on the label. On the sleeve of that tape (not in the photograph below), I had written “copied Jan. '96.” On the second tape, I had written “True Light Quartet (Paul Ferrell).” That tape has no sleeve, and I didn't date it.

Eventually, the cassette tape original was copied to an original CD disk. (Dad knew who copied from cassette tape to CD disk, but I don't remember what Dad told me.) Dad had some of those CD copies. Dad may have given me a CD copy, but I may have lost it. My youngest brother had at least two CD copies. He gave me one of his CD copies, on 8/7/2008.

The True Light Quartet on CD

The photograph below is of the CD that my youngest brother gave me, on 8/7/2008.

On the back of the paper that lists the eight songs, I had written “8/7/08, Thu., Doug.” I didn't photograph the CD opened. The songs are:

     I Can See the Lights of Home
     I Am Going Home to Heaven
     Reach Out and Touch the Lord
     Sinner Man
     Tis' the Old Ship of Zion
     I'll Be No Stranger Up There
     Walking, Walking, Walking
     Hush, Someone's Calling My Name

Uncle Paul's distinct bass voice is heard on each song. Dad knew every member of The True Light Quartet.

I remember Uncle Paul, aunt Lorraine Franklin Ferrell (6/28/1926 - 2/17/1996), and their three daughters (two still living). Dad had taken me to visit Uncle Paul and aunt Lorraine, around Christmas, in 1992. I think that was the last time that I saw him. Three friends and I were going to Myrtle Beach, in June of 1993. We talked about that upcoming beach trip – and many other topics. Uncle Paul passed on 12/4/1983. His music, in The True Light Quartet, still ministers in song.

The True Light Quartet on YouTube Music

Today, 9/7/2022, I uploaded The True Light Quartet's eight songs from CD disk to my YouTube Music Channel. The Playlist is titled The True Light Quartet. Please click that link, and listen to the quartet's sermons in song!

I wrote the following description of that playlist:

Eight original songs, recorded, perhaps, in the 1970's or early 1980s. Paul Ferrell sang bass. He was my uncle. On 9/7/2022, I uploaded their album, from CD, to honor each member -- especially Uncle Paul. The quartet sang great sermons!

I can't figure out how to change the tracks from numbers to the song titles, which I have mentioned above. The “Popmart [Video/DVD]” came from the CD disk that I uploaded. I can't edit to correct it. Please contact me, by emailing, calling, or using my “Contact Form,” if you can't find the Playlist!

Conclusion

The members of The True Light Quartet, all having been sinner men, have, as far as I know, all walked to the Old Ship of Zion, touched the Lord, had their names called, seen the lights of Home, and have gone home to heaven, where they are not strangers.

By faith I see them singing as a heavenly quartet. There around them are many members of the Ferrell clan, who are listening to them. Their joy is everlasting. Won't it be wonderful, someday, to join them there?


Monday, August 29, 2022

'MATER FUN with 'MATER LADY (published 8-29-2022; article #351; Mrs. Appalachian Irishman article #1)

Introduction

Hey, folks! This is Mrs. Appalachian Irishman (aka 'Mater Lady) -- publishing my first article here! On 8/28/2022 -- as I was taking the above photograph, of the prettiest Cherokee Purple tomato that I have grown this summer -- Mr. Appalachian Irishman commented that he would invite me to be a guest writer on his website. He said that I should write about the tomatoes. He was really goading me and making fun of my photograph taking of a tomato. Well here we go!

'Mater Fun

Let’s start at the beginning. In late April, I found out that a local school was having a plant sale. I went online to a website that a coworker provided me and discovered that they had several varieties of tomatoes for sale, at 50 cents per plant. They also had flowers for sale.

I bought about four dollars worth of plants -- six tomato plants and two kinds of flowers. I had the coworker, who had given me the information, pick up the plants and bring them to me at school, my workplace.

It took me a few days to decide where and how to plant the tomatoes. I put the flowers in flowerpots on the front porch, after a few days. I then decided to plant the tomatoes in three large pots, two plants to a pot, since I had three varieties -- Cherokee Purple, Better Boy, and Celebrity.

Mr. Appalachian Irishman has been a little leery of eating the Cherokee Purple tomatoes, because the first ones picked were cracked. He thought that they were diseased, moldy, and “full of rot.” He carried on so about this! I must admit they did not look good, but they were tasty. The latest harvest has looked much better.

Conclusion

That is why I snapped the photograph, on 8/28/2022, to send to my sisters and niece. It's the photograph, about which the man just could not resist making fun.

By the way, my youngest sister suggested having a good ol' 'mater sandwich. Good idea!

Editor's note (by M. Fearghail, “Mr. Appalachian Irishman”)

Well, dear! After all these years of trying to get you to write on my website, I prodded you enough to write your 'mater story! You have one article. I have written 350 articles (from 3/6/2006 to 8/28/2022). Will you catch up? I'm kidding, dear! I'm glad that you wrote an article finally. Love 'ya. Mean it.

By the way, I took the photograph, below, earlier today. I had to add a bit of extra humor, with a serious ending.

I was in the kitchen. In 2002, I designed the kitchen nook, so we could place a small table and chairs there. I can't eat at the kitchen table. Why, you ask?

Do you see nine tomatoes, six flowers in pots, and one laptop? (All the potted plants aren't visible.) There is no room for this Appalachian Irishman to set a plate or cup of coffee!

As a serious close, the large, green plant is the gift from my youngest brother and his wife. The gift was for my mother-in-law's funeral. She passed on to everlasting joy, on 4/30/2017. That plant has thrived for over five years so far. My mother-in-law thrives everlastingly.


Thursday, July 14, 2022

THE SOLID ROCK: CLINGMAN'S DOME or KUWAHI or CHRIST? (published 7-14-2022; article #339)

Introduction

Over the years, I have enjoyed several trips to Clingman's Dome, in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Mom and Dad took us boys there. I think that I took a girlfriend or two there. I've been there alone and with family and friends.

Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I have been there. On 10/28/2007, I took the photograph, below, of the observation tower on Clingman's Dome. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman is standing, center, in the light blue sweatshirt. You're “busted” dear!

Once, after Mom (Betty Lou Wood Ferrell, 11/24/1932 - 12/27/2000) went to see Jesus, Dad (Earl Ferrell, 9/17/1927 - 1/25/2008) admitted to us boys that he's walked up the short and paved but steep trail, to the overlook, and walked up the ramp to the viewing area (where Mrs. Appalachian Irishman is standing in the photograph above). Dad had known damage to his ticker (heart). Dad knew what he could and couldn't do. He knew what he could do, if he took his time. Dad hiked Clingman's Dome – even with his bad ticker! Yes, Dad was tough.

Clingman's Dome” not “Clingmans Dome”

The Great Smoky Mountains National Park website has an article on “Clingman[']s Dome.” Y'all might want to check out the article.

I must correct the common grammatical error! It is “Clingman's Dome” – not “Clingmans Dome!” The apostrophe needs to come before the 's' – as I will explain momentarily!

Clingman's Dome Could Be Renamed “Kuwahi”

The Land Changed Hands

The Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians, a sovereign nation, may petition the USSA federal government, to return the original Cherokee name “Kuwahi” to Clingman's Dome. I heard this the other day, on the local TV news. Of several sources, I have selected, for this article, TheSmokies.com post, “Clingman[']s Dome may soon receive a new name; what you should know,” by John Gullion, updated 7/8/2022. The Tribal Council considers the petition today (7/14/2022).

Kuwahi” means “Mulberry Place,” in English. Kuwahi has historical significance to the Cherokee people. I suggest that you read the article that I have referenced. The Cherokee people, as a larger nation, had lived in the land for centuries. The Eastern Band of Cherokees, as a much smaller nation, still lives there.

The federal government forced the native Cherokee people off their land – in the Trail of Tears (1830 - 1850). In my bookcase, I have the book, by John Ehle (12/13/1925 - 3/24/2018), “Trail of Tears: The Rise and Fall of the Cherokee Nation,” published in 1988. I bought and read the book years ago. The moral failure of this once great nation to the Cherokee people is profoundly sad, as an understatement. The ideal principal, in the Pledge of Allegiance, of “liberty and justice for all,” failed the Cherokee nation. Settlers took over their land – for about a hundred years.

Of course, the USSA government has owned the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, for almost a hundred years. The United States Congress chartered the park, in 1934. President Franklin D. Roosevelt dedicated the park, in 1940. (One source is Great Smoky Mountains Association, History of the Smokies.) The Great Smoky Mountains National Park started during the Great Depression. The New Deal, of socialism, was underway.

By the way, I happened to find, at Social History for Every Classroom (SHEC), an interesting letter of 3/7/1934. See “Anonymous, 'A Citizen Claims the New Deal is a Path Towards Socialism,' SHEC: Resources for Teachers.” New Deal socialism concerned that writer, eighty-eight years ago. That concern has been ongoing. Dad and Mom were children, in 1934.

The creation of the park forced the settlers -- whose ancestors had taken the land from the Cherokee -- off their land. The “greater good” paid those folks a little money – even if they didn't want to sell – to get them off their land. This was another moral failure in American history – from the stand point of “liberty and justice for all.”

The land has changed hands three times: the Cherokee, to the settlers, to the USSA government. In the current “woke” (whatever that is) culture, names are changing, monuments are coming down, and history is being rewritten. I understand why the Eastern Band of Cherokee wants to rename Clingman's Dome to Kuwahi. (See my next section.)

Thomas Clingman

The North Carolina History Project article, “Thomas Clingman (1812 – 1897),” written by Jonathan Martin, details the life of Thomas Clingman, after whom Clingman's Dome was named. (That's why “Clingman's” is correct, not “Clingmans.”) Clingman was a Democrat, who served in the United States Senate, from 1858 until 1861. He thought, in error, that one man could own another (slavery). He held the rank of colonel in the Confederate Army, during the War Between the States.

I had never known the story behind the naming of Clingman's Dome mountain, until I learned – a few days ago – that the the Eastern Band of Cherokee wants to rename Clingman's Dome to Kuwahi. Again, I understand why they want to rename their ancestral mountain.

Knox County, Tennessee, Needs to be Renamed!

I thought that I would learn how Knox County, Tennessee, got its name – along with the city of Knoxville. I did the research.

From City of Knoxville, “Fun Facts About Knoxville,” I learned:

Indians were the first settlers of Knoxville and East Tennessee. By the time the first European settlers appeared, the Cherokees dominated the region.

Knoxville was named after Henry Knox, President Washington's War Secretary.

Who was Henry Knox? US History includes “Historic Valley Forge, Who Served Here? General Henry Knox: Page 2,” which states, in part, as follows (with my bold yellow highlighting added):

Knox was elected Secretary at War by Congress in 1785, and in 1789 he was appointed Secretary of War in President Washington's new cabinet.

Conflicts with various groups of Native peoples primarily occupied Knox in his role as Secretary of War. Knox oversaw a government policy of steady removal of native people, including the Creek and Cherokee, from their traditional lands.

The Cherokee people did not receive “liberty and justice for all” – due to Henry Knox (and others, as I am sure). My further research found that the general area, of and around Knoxville and Knox County, was a hunting ground for the Cherokee people. See The Knoxville Focus archived article, by Mike Steely and City of Knoxville, “History of the City.”

I would understand, if the Eastern Band of Cherokees wanted to petition the Knox County government and the Knoxville City government, to rename Knox County and Knoxville to an appropriate Cherokee name.

After all, my ancestry is predominately Irish, and I know the oppression that the Irish endured, by the British Empire and as immigrants to America. (See, for example, my March 10, 2021 and January 30, 2022 articles.) I don't like “the fighting Irish” as the nickname for the University of Notre Dame football team – even if the name may signify a positive meaning!

Conclusion

It is the choice of my readers, to determine if I write this article in sarcastic humor or seriously. The Irish in me doesn't even know! Perhaps I write with both sarcasm and seriousness. Go woke or go broke! Y'all figure it out.

If the USSA government decides to rename Clingman's Dome to Kuwahi – as the USSA demise into “Socialist Utopian Oblivion” continues – then I won't mind saying “Kuwahi.” Please, however, forgive me, if my slip of the tongue says “Clingman's Dome!” I would not want to be “canceled!” The Irish in me would like to see anyone try to “cancel” me!

This once great nation did not follow the biblical worldview – by taking land from the Cherokees and by engaging in many other points of evil. This once great nation still does not follow the biblical worldview – in majority.

Wake up (not “woke up”), America! Return to the principals of the founding fathers – which are based on the biblical worldview! Stand on the Rock. All other ground is sinking sand.

Edward Mote, in 1834, wrote the hymn, “My Hope is Built on Nothing Less.” Verse one:

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ Name.
On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

The inspiration for the hymn is the conclusion of Jesus' “Sermon on the Mount” (in Matthew 5:1 - 7:28):

Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash. (Matthew 7:24-27, NIV)

I have finished and published my sermon finally. Do I hear an amen? I am still thinking about doing a podcast sermon – audio and video.


Tuesday, June 21, 2022

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, 'FAVORITE' SISTER-IN-LAW! (published 6-21-2022; article #335)

Introduction

Well, at 4:11 PM, as I began to type, the coolness of the morning was gone! The thermometer was punching 92F and getting hotter – so much for wearing that jacket!

The “My Other Websites” section includes the link to “Appalachian Irishman - YouTube.” I have only two episodes, so far. My first episode was on 5/26/2022, when I did a “free commercial” for Data Tech 11, my computer guy! I wanted to let my local readers know about his excellent prices and outstanding customer service!

Happy Birthday, “Favorite” Sister-in-Law!

My second episode, today, is for my “favorite” sister-in-law. Today is her “I ain't saying the year” birthday! I was “at the beach,” when I made the recording.

The episode is “Happy Birthday to 'Favorite' Sister-in-Law! (published 6-21-2022; episode 2; 1 min. 38 seconds).” I'm just glad that she did get up early enough to milk the cows this morning!

Conclusion

I have to have some fun! Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and her family have known – and have been putting up with – my sense of humor, for a few decades. “Favorite” sister-in-law was my target of humor this morning – and now!

Hey, “favorite” sister-in-law, I wouldn't “devil” you with my humor, if I didn't love you. I love all my in-laws. I reckon that they tolerate me well enough!


WAS SUNDAY “JUNETEENTH,” OR FATHER'S DAY, OR BOTH? (published 6-21-2022, article #334)

Introduction

Well, howdy, dear readers! On 6/21/2022, Tuesday, about 9:26 AM, as I began to type, the weather was a cool 67F, with crisp and clear sky. I may need to wear a jacket! I had become accustomed to last week's temperatures in the mid 90's. By the way, today is “favorite” sister-in-law's birthday. Earlier this morning, when Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had called her. I chimed in, by asking her if she had milked the cows yet! I think that she figured out my humor.

What day was Sunday? Was it “Juneteenth,” or Father's Day, or both? I was confused!

Juneteenth”

Image by Wynn Pointaux from Pixabay

I have known and continue to respect the historical origin of “Juneteenth.” History.com has a good article. See “What Is Juneteenth? Juneteenth commemorates the effective end of slavery in the United States,” by Elizabeth Nix, updated 6/17/2022, original 6/19/2015.

General Lee had surrendered to General Grant, on 4/9/1865. News then, however, did not span the globe, or the nation, in seconds – as it does now.

The article states that “Juneteenth” is a shortened word for “June Nineteenth.” June 19th, 1865 was the date, in Galveston, when federal troops took control of the state of Texas. That action secured the freedom of the enslaved people in Texas.

While I honor the history behind the term “Juneteenth,” the saying of the word is awkward to my ear and confusing to my mind. June has the 13th, 14th, 15th, 16th, 17th, 18th, and 19th. I ask, in jest, “Which day is Juneteenth? It has too be one of seven days! I wish that the historical day could be called “the Nineteenth of June” – not “Juneteenth.” We call the Fourth of July, “the Fourth of July” – not “Julyth.”

The “Fourth of July” (1776) and the “Nineteenth of June” (1865), however, are both important dates – to remember independence declarations – from Britain and from slavery in Texas. Ireland declared independence from Britain, on 1/21/1919. Ireland became independent, on 4/18/1949. See "Republic to Republic: Ireland’s international sovereignty, 1919-1949: An exhibition of documents from the collections of UCD Archives,” by University College Dublin Archives, on Google Arts & Culture.

I hope that my national readers enjoyed a good “Nineteenth of June,” on Sunday! Yes, I will start the national trend, by this article! Start saying the “Nineteenth of June!” It sounds better to the ear!

Father's Day

Image by Hannah Edgman from Pixabay

Last year, I “talked with” my Dad (Earl Ferrell, 9/17/1927 - 1/25/2008), on Father's Day, in my article, “DAD, DO YOU REMEMBER THE 2003 WATER WELL CONVENTION? (Happy Father's Day, (6/20/2021).” I wrote my “About Me” section on 3/6/2006, when I published my first article (which still gets views almost daily). That section contains:

Raised in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, of hearty Irish stock, under the godly influence of my mother and the independent, fiery temperament of my father.

Dad certainly could get his dander up! So can I! Dad could and I still can blow off steam then relax, after “getting it out of our system.” Hey, Dad, I'll see you at Home – eventually.

On Sunday, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I visited her folks. Her Dad was there. We had a good time of family togetherness. I wished my father-in-law a “Happy Father-in-Law's Day!” I've done that for a few years. He still seems to like to hear me say that.

I enjoy conversing with my father-in-law. We talked about farm work in the hot weather. He talked about cutting wheat and oats, when he was a boy and a young man, on his parents' farm. He talked about thrashing wheat. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, her sisters, her cousin, and our niece heard the conversation.

I wish that Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and her sisters would start a website journal, to record their family heritage articles and photographs. I have offered to help. Before my article today, my “Topic Sections” showed that I had 101 listings under “family” and 74 under “heritage.” I hope that a next generation of the Fearghail clan will continue my website, after I go Home. Family heritage is important and needs to be remembered in written and/or recorded form. I wish that I had video recorded Dad talking. He went Home, on 1/25/2008. I didn't start this website journal and commentary, until 3/6/2006. I didn't have enough time to “learn the ropes,” to do video recordings. I know how to do that now.

Before leaving, my father-in-law asked if it was Father's Day or “Juneteenth.” My response was a humorous point of confusion – on “Juneteenth.” I stated that I knew the day was Father's Day. I speculated, in jest, that “Juneteenth” could have been either the 13th to the 18th or that day (19th). I wasn't sure! I think that he enjoyed my humor.

Conclusion

Yesterday morning, while preparing this article, I came across the 6/16/2022 Newsweek article, “Black Boys Need Fathers. This Juneteenth and Father's Day, Let's Commit to Them,” by Patrice Onwuka, Director of the Center for Economic Opportunity, at Independent Women’s Forum; 6/16/22 at 1:28 PM EDT. Further research found Independent Women's Forum: Center for Economic Opportunity. Patrice Onwuka is the Director. I read that 6/16/2022 article. Patrice Onwuka wrote a very good article.

Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I are both glad that we were raised by godly parents. She still has her father with her. Children do better – morally and financially – when they are raised by godly parents. All the “societal studies” that affirm this fact are mere repetitions of the inspired record.

I suggest that you read the God-inspired Old Testament book of Joshua, chapters 23 and 24, to understand the context of Joshua 24:15. Joshua, the leader of the nation of Israel, was near death. Chapter 24, verse 15, includes his affirmation:

But as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.

Men who sire children need to become fathers, who serve the Lord and who lead their family (wife and children) in the service of the Lord. Families will be restored. Society will be restored. This once great nation will re-focus correctly on the biblical worldview. I pray to the Good Lord, now, that men will be godly fathers, that mothers will be godly mothers, that their children will be raised to honor them and God, and that, consequentially, this once great nation will be restored to godliness.

This is my written sermon for the day. Turn in again. I may record a podcast sermon, one of these days!


Monday, May 16, 2022

THIRTY-SIX YEARS AS BUT A DAY (published 5-16-2022; article #326)

 Introduction

Howdy, dear. You will be home soon – Lord willing, as I had started to write.

This is not a made-in-China anniversary card, to Mrs. Appalachian Irishman. I hope that she likes it. It doesn't matter, if y'all like it – well maybe a little. HAPPY 36th ANNIVERSARY, DEAR!

5/16/1986

Well, the courting started, on the visitation for Mrs. Appalachian Irishman's paternal grandfather, who had passed. I remember the details. I had decided to attend the funeral visitation, instead of having some Saturday fun with my friends – since I was the fill-in preacher, at the Rogersville Church of Christ, for those few months.

Over the course of various courting details, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I became husband and wife, on 5/16/1986. It was a Friday evening, in Etowah, Tennessee. The weather was sunny, cool, and crisp. A high pressure system was dominate. I remember.

Today, I copied the above photograph, from the wedding photographs that have been hanging on the Master's bedroom wall, where Mrs. Appalachian Irishman sleeps also. My wife looks the same. I've grown a beard (started 10/1/1994). My hair has turned gray, mostly. I don't know why I have aged, gracefully, but my wife has not. It's a mystery.

5/16/2022

On Sunday, 5/16/2021, I wrote, “5/16/2021: THIRTY-FIVE YEARS AS BUT A DAY.” I would not change a word now. I'm glad that my wife finally got around to posting a comment for that article. Will she post a comment, for this article? We will see.

Yesterday, I wrote, “I RETIRED: MY FUTURE, UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY AWAITS! (published 5-15-2022; article #325).” Today, 36th wedding anniversary date, I commented on my own 5/15/22 article, at 1:52 PM:

5/16/2022 ADDENDUM by my comment: Happy anniversary, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman! What's the number? It's year 36, as far as I recall. (That was a little sidetrack.) The ADDENDUM, to my 5/15/2022 article is: on 5/12/2022, while working at home, I had removed my “Hadean Realm” office key, from my key ring. I had figured that I would remember, on 5/13/2022, to take that key. WRONG! (I had been “too efficient!”) So, on 5/13/2022, at “Hadean Realm” office, I informed office manager, re: I'd forgotten the office key, as stated. Office manager consulted with district manager (who is older than me and needs to have retired years ago). Conclusion: email from office manager: I need to hand deliver the @#$% office key and SIGN that I delivered it by hand! The mail-it-in option was, apparently, a violation of some type of bureaucratic policy insanity. That's what I was TOLD, by email and in person, on 5/13/2022. Therefore, on 5/16/2022, wedding anniversary day, my '06 Frontier and I drove – via the longer and very curvy route, through the “great metropolis” of Luttrell, Tennessee – to the “Hadean Realm” office. (My last drive past the “kill spot,” at the Ailor Gap Road intersection with Beard Valley Road; https://www.google.com/maps/@36.2154803,-83.8327022,60m/data=!3m1!1e3!5m1!1e4, where I almost died, on 3/29/2016, was on 5/13/2022). At “Hadean Realm” office, I hand freakin' delivered the @#$% office key, to a secretary. The office manager, having been secluded in her office, with door shut, appeared. APPARENTLY, I DID NOT HAVE TO SIGN ANY @#$% FORM! I left and returned home – as a free man – free from the State of Tennessee LYING bureaucracy! This comment is for my future article, with subtitle “Opening the Soup Pot.” This comment starts my rough draft document. I AM A FREE MAN (from Tennessee State bureaucracy) – in a once free and great nation.

After I returned home, I got a bunch of sheddings off Molly (our 'ol puppy) – three times! I washed the laundry that we usually wash on weekends. I did a few other things. I ENJOYED my first day of FREEDOM – from the Tennessee employer “Hadean Realm!”

I almost decided to send my wife a dozen roses today – by the call and credit card route – as I have done many times. Yesterday, however, my wife and I graced the Lowe's location near us. We bought four bags of mulch, four pink-looking flowers, and a RED (not PINK) rose plant. After, we visited her folks a while. Well, at bedtime, I assume that y'all will figure out what this red-blooded Irishman did, for my wife!

Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I had a wedding anniversary a day early – yesterday. I ain't buying any made-in-China anniversary card for her. We bought her RED rose plant yesterday. Today, she'd better not give me a made-in-China anniversary card!

Conclusion

Well, dear, I've enjoyed my FIRST day of Tennessee state job retirement, so far. How are you doing? We will see, in about an hour or so, when you arrive home – baring any (God forbid) disasters!

Well, what do you know? About 5:10 PM, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman arrived home! Will she comment on this article? We will see.

Love you, dear! I mean it!