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Sunday, July 28, 2019

WHAT IS HERE, THERE? (published 7-28-2019)

For all my “rich, full” life, I have heard many folks in Upper East Tennessee use “there” or “here” as an extra word in a sentence or at the end of a sentence there. There are many examples here. Here are a few there:
“How do you want me to do that there?”
“What do you think about that there?”
“In all my born days, I’ve never seen that there!”
“I thought I’d give you a call there.”
“What is that there thing doing here?”
“Well, I’m just a ‘sottin’ (sitting) here.”
“Do you want some of this here pie?”
 
The list, as in my mind, could go on infinitely! Of course, “there” is pronounced “thar,” and “here” is pronounced “hear,” with emphasis on the “he” and a slow drag out on the “ar.”

Well, the Appalachian Irishman became interested in this here topic on yesterday there. As far I know, no one else has posted anything on this here Interweb world of fun on this here topic there. So, it is up to me to take that there bull by the horns and to wrestle it to the ground there!

Okay, so, to all you linguists out there, why do we, here in Irish-American Appalachia, use “there” and/or “here” as extra words in sentences? This here inquiring mind wants to know there!

Sunday, July 21, 2019

THANKS FOR 7/17/2019 BIRTHDAY WISHES!


Well, it’s not been “a month or two,” but, on 7/21/2019, today, I checked “Farcebook,” to find, as well as I could count, twenty-six happy birthday wishes, from national and two international friends! Well, that’s cool! My birthday was on a work-a-day Wednesday, 7/17/2019.

Во-первых, моим русским хорошим друзьям, большое спасибо! Между нами много миль, но мы все еще близки, после всех этих лет! Я люблю каждого из вас!

Secondly, to my American friends, as in part of the prior Russian, I love each one of you (in Christ Jesus)!

At age 59, this Appalachian Irishman, busted up as he is with “bionic” body parts, can still do almost everything that he could do, in his younger years. (I still can’t run, really run, like I could, and I’m still about five minutes slower hiking up My Mountain, slowed only by my right foot and right knee.) I am a fine tuned race car, with great engine and transmission. The frame has been damaged, so the ride is rough. The rough ride goes on, until it’s time to go home. Make it soon, dear Lord, make it soon! I’m ready to come see Mom, Dad, and so many who have gone home before me!

GOOD SISTER-IN-LAW & 7/20/2019 FAMILY TIME


Good Sister-In-Law

Mrs. Appalachian Irishman is the eldest of three sisters (as I’ve stated many times). On Friday, 7/19/2019, the middle sister -- my “favorite” sister-in-law (with apology to my youngest sister-in-law, who is my “favorite” in politics), via Mrs. Appalachian Irishman -- sent me the following, as a birthday gift!

 
The beef jerky and smoked sausages are the way to this Appalachian Irishman’s heart, and stomach! I have a couple of bags of jerky to eat (and to share with Molly), before I can get to these, but I WILL get to these. (Molly might get a little, maybe.) “Good things come to those who wait.” Note: I receive no money from any type of product endorsement; although, I can tell that these will be delicious!

Oh, you asked about the pink ribbon? Well, via Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, I’d given another set of four wheel covers, to my “favorite” sister-in-law, for her birthday last month. (If she’d stop trying to drive on two tires, in Dukes of Hazard style, she’d not lose wheel covers so often.) I replaced the two that were missing, again, as last year! Well, as I had asked, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman wrapped the same pink ribbon around the box, in which the wheel covers came. Ok, so, “favorite” sister-in-law gave me back the same pink ribbon! Now, that’s just funny!

7/20/2019 Family Time

The next day, Saturday, 7/20/2019, was the 50th anniversary of the first moon landing. (I was there, hiding in the lunar module! I remember!)

Mrs. Appalachian Irishman’s birthday anniversary has always been one day after mine. (I wonder: why does that never change?) It was a work-a-day for me, and it was a summer time, whatever-she-does day for her. As part of her birthday gift, she picked Fountain City Diner, for a 1 PM dinner (not lunch; I ain’t a northerner or a city slicker). To join us were, in arrival order, my next-to-youngest brother, my “favorite” sister-in-law, and her daughter. Now that was some fine eatin’ and some good, family conversation!

Oh, the diner is closing, due to greedy landlord’s far too high rent increase. That’s the way to kill a great small business, landlord. I hope you sleep well at night, not really. The economy is NOT growing, at your 56% rent increase rate.

Okay, that’s enough of that sidetrack. I am still confused. The three females looked over the pies on display. They talked about pies, but they didn’t BUY any pies! What? Can you explain why not, to me?



Sunday, July 14, 2019

7/13/19 MASHED ‘TATER “WAR”


Addendum to yesterday’s “Corn Dog!” post: after the events described in that post, on that same day, I was on the phone with a good neighbor. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was sitting in a kitchen chair, tapping her foot on the floor. She was itching for me to get off the phone, so she could kiss me and then, as her main priority, go to “check on” her Dad. He -- with sister-in-law and, now, again, niece, along with a “catdog” and three cats -- lives three miles away. Go, dear, go, I motioned! She jaw kissed me and rolled on, while I was still trying to wind down the call to a long-winded neighbor! Now that’s just funny!

So, what’s this mashed ‘tater war, you ask? Good! I’ll tell you! While Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was making certain, absolute certain, that her Dad was fine, as he was, my youngest brother sent me a text -- either way too late for dinner or way too early for supper -- stating that he was eating mashed potatoes and that I was not.

The challenge was on!
 

So, at the appropriate supper eating time, I took this photo of my plate, placed on an edge of the kitchen counter. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman sent my youngest brother the photo, in retaliation! Ha!

You know. I wonder. Why do all these people on “Farcebook” post photos of food that they are about to it? It’s just silly to me! Eat it! Don’t photograph it! Don’t post the photograph on “Farcebook!” Stop it!

Of course, as an Appalachian Irishman, raised in Upper East Tennessee, I eat mashed potatoes almost every day! By my Irish roots, I wish that I could have some form of potatoes (i.e., hash browns, baked, mashed, etc.) at every one of my usual three meals a day!

What is a “catdog,” you ask? Well, ask, and I’ll tell you!


My "Farcebook" link to "Farcebook" Ferrell/Farrell group.

I use "Farcebook" as a way to get people to this, my "Internet backwater" blog! Ha! I might as well "return the favor." Ha!

Saturday, July 13, 2019

CORN DOG!


7/8-14/19, the new, improved, bigger, and better Gibbs Weigel’s is offering FREE corn dogs! We had received a flyer in the mail with a coupon!



What else can an Irish American do? About 12:30 PM, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, bravely, joined me, in the usual haul trash and get gas routine. However, this was a special day, as I was going to get me a FREE corn dog!




The storm clouds were showing. I hoped that we’d make it home, before the bottom dropped out of the clouds. Well, in typical Irish luck, after getting gas for my new ‘ol truck, we went inside, to get my FREE corn dog. While inside, the bottom dropped! Noah would have been proud! It was a typical summer tropical down pour! After a few minutes of waiting, with conversation with a man about my same age or older, I said let’s get to the house! Well, we both took a second shower for the day. Both of us were soaking wet. The rain cleaned out the inside of the cab, for my new ‘ol truck! (Of course, I wiped out all the water, after I got my truck into the “barn” (i.e., garage)! I must respect my truck!)

That was a lot of fun! (Note: this stupid website won't post in the font that I demand! Not my fault! Ha!)


Sunday, July 07, 2019

FERRELL HERITAGE: 1974 PHOTO TO 7-6-2019 PHOTO (published 7-7-2019; updated 11-10-2022)

1974

 

On a date, after June, in the summer of 1974, Mom, probably, took the above photo. The photo includes: Dad (lower left); his two sisters, Aunt Carrie Davis and Aunt Lula Absher (farthest on top right) – the eldest of all eight siblings; and four of his five brothers: Uncle Bill (lower right), Uncle Paul (upper left), Uncle George (center, standing), and Uncle Carson (lower center). Uncle Roy, who, with family, lived in Washington DC, was not present.

The photo is a duplicate of the original. I had duplicates made on 12/17/2002. As I recall, I gave the duplicates to my three brothers and to Dad, as Christmas gifts, on 12/25/2002. (Mom went to see Jesus, on 12/27/2000.)

The year 1974, in our new Caney Creek Road home, was a great life transition, for the Earl and Betty Ferrell family! Also, I started high school that fall. I have many memories at the old Walter Livesay home, just off “dead man’s curve” on old Highway 11W. I have many memories at our Caney Creek Road home, where the above photo was taken.

7/6/2019 (Saturday)

On Saturday, 7/6/2019, two of my three brothers had photos taken, on about the same spot, at the Caney Creek Road homeplace. The “long-suffering” Mrs. Appalachian Irishman took the above photo. I am the eldest of the four sons of Earl and Betty Ferrell. I’m standing on the right, wearing my House Mountain T-shirt! (Let’s hike!) My youngest brother, Doug (aka “Dougly Doright”), is in the middle. Clark (next to oldest, aka Clark “Kent”) is on the left. Arthur could not attend the gathering, due to car difficulties, as he claimed.

During the afternoon, we visited and ate outside on the front porch. A little pop up shower joined us a while. Doug and the youngsters played in the front yard. I picked up and piled branches. Everyone was in and out of the home often. Clark wanted to repeat the same photo location, with us four boys (minus Arthur). That was a grand idea, Clark! We all had a great time!


The above is an extra photo that I took! You can see Clark and Doug, two of my three brothers.

The other family are, from left to right: Shanna (Clark's younger daughter). Shanna enjoyed going through Mom’s recipe books. She found and kept her old letter to Santa. Clark's older daughter, Alisha Barnette, and family, could not attend.

Next is the “long-suffering” Mrs. Appalachian Irishman. To my wife's left is Clark’s fourth wife (on Clark's right). On Clark's left is “Uncle” Skylar (Shanna’s son). Stacy – Doug’s wife, with Doug standing behind her – is next. Finally, Doug and Stacy's girls are Lillianna (the younger) then Ariel (first born).

The vehicle is Clark’s Nissan Pathfinder. The camera view is looking northeast. The ones in the photo are looking southwest.

Behind me (the photographer) and not in the image is the grapevine that still lives and produces grapes. The grapevine was a clipping from the grapevine that Granny and Papaw Wood had in their large back yard, at their home in Bean Station.

After Papaw died, in 1983, Granny began living with us. The grapevine continues.

Conclusion

I could write about many other family heritage memories, but it’s close to supper time. I hear Mrs. Appalachian Irishman finishing supper preparations. Let’s eat!

At this 7:03P, 7/7/2019, posting date, we have had supper (such as it was). Molly doggy is in. It's time to get ready to start another work week. Well, I had my one-day vacation this year, on Friday, 7/5/2019!

11/10/2022 Update

Today, 11/10/2022, website analytics showed that this article was viewed in the last 24 hours. Who viewed it? I don't know.

I updated the title and improved my grammar and style a little. By the way, happy birthday, today, Trina (our niece, daughter of “favorite” sister-in-law).


Sunday, June 30, 2019

WEIGEL’S TO “EXXOFF” TO WEIGEL’S, WITHIN LIFE CONTEXT (published 6-30-2019; updated 11-9-2022)

11/9/2022 Introduction

Early this morning, on 11/9/2022, website analytics showed that this article had one view, in the last 24 hours. Who viewed it? I don't know. I re-read what I'd published, on Sunday, 6/30/2019.

Today, I added this introduction. I also improved my grammar and style, in the body of the article. I'd written this article in a hurry. The article is on “life, such as it was” – from March to June of 2019 – written in the context of eleven gas fill-ups.

Ten Fill-Ups, in the Context of Life

On 3/28/2019, Thursday, as had been known a while, the Weigel’s in our “great metropolis” closed – to be destroyed and reborn as the new, improved, and larger Weigel’s – that stands there now, on the same spot. I was driving home from “the Hadean realm,” on an appropriately rainy day, to see the signs.

Well, that meant that the Appalachian Irishman had to get 100% gas – no 10% sugar for my new, ol' truck, just as it was with my dearly departed old, ol' truck – at the “Exxoff,” across the road, where their one 100% gas pump stands alone, on a corner.

You have to go in, state 100% gas fill-up, leave your credit card, fill up, return, pay, and then leave. So, for the following ten times, within the context of life, so noted, I “enjoyed” filling up at the Exxoff. All dates are Saturday, unless otherwise noted. My “bionic” right foot certainly did not like all the extra steps, on the asphalt and concrete.

(1) 3/30/2019, first tank: after my hike alone at Norris Dam State Park, I filled up for the first time. My “bionic” right foot is not bothered as much, on a hike in the woods – on natural soil. Asphalt and concrete are what aggravate my foot so harshly.

(2) 4/06/2019, second tank: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had out-patient, minor surgery, on Tuesday, 4/2/2019, to cut out a “lump of fat” (as I call it). The next day, I took another day off work, to tend to Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, who was doing very well. Also, I got an old tooth patch (from 2/24/2012, lower, left, front) – which had popped off – re-patched. Afterward the dentist, I hiked My Mountain (House Mountain) #158! On 4/6/2019, I got a haircut, went to the Tractor Supply, and got gas.

(3) 4/13/2019, third tank: see my 4/13/2019 post “4-13-2019: PAPAW FERRELL'S BIRTHDAY in 1880 & RUGER REPLACED” for other details. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was with me. Yep, I got gas also.

(4) 4/21/19 fourth tank, on Resurrection Sunday: my 4/21/2019 article, “Good Friday – Passover 4-19-2019,” details our 4/20/2019 visit with my family.

In the afternoon, on 4/21/2019, after visiting with the in-laws, I got gas alone.

A very friendly female employee, about my age, worked the gas purchase. She tried to “up sell” me a corn dog. I declined, politely. I’d told the in-laws, before leaving, that I needed to “hunt me a corn dog,” but I did eat a bite, before I left their house.

Then, the overly friendly female – on Resurrection Sunday, of all days – tried to “up sell” herself to me! She stated, with a smile and blink, “I can give you whatever you want!” That’s the first pass that any woman has given me, since I acquired bionic body parts, in 2016! That was just funny! Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, however, was not amused, when I told her!

4/27/2019, note: I got 100% gas in west Morristown, after Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I had a fine time with three good friends and the father of one good friend. By the way, that’s the day that I got a CD stuck in the CD player of my new, ol' truck. Anyone know how to get it out? I’ll pay money for actual help! Yes, it’s still stuck!

(5) 5/05/2019, Sunday, fifth tank: it was a rainy day and two days after the birthday anniversary of one of my good friends. I “love” to fill up the tank in the rain.

(6) 5/11/2019, sixth tank: I had conversed by phone with the man, whose son mows the yard at the homeplace. They're in business together. That was a fine conversation!

(7) 5/18/2019, seventh tank: two days before the fill-up, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I celebrated, in the context of routine work days, our thirty-third wedding anniversary at home. Aside from getting gas, on 5/18/2019, we also shop vacuumed the basement and tried to patch a leaking pipe.

(8) 5/25/2019, eighth tank: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was with me, for the fill-up, in hunt of the prior-stated female flirter! The flirter wasn't there. Before the fill-up, we'd seen a good neighbor and friend, in the ICU. We could only see him at a distance.

(9) 6/01/2019, ninth tank: this was the first day of summer! (I don’t care what anyone else says!) Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I had a fine visit with our good neighbor and friend and his wife. He was still hospitalized but in a regular room. Several days later, however, he was able to return home, fully recovered!

Then, we got gas, and Mrs. Appalachian Irishman hunted for the flirter! The flirter was there, but Mrs. Appalachian Irishman didn’t spot her. I saw her. I kept my mouth shut! It was just funny!

I still haven’t told Mrs. Appalachian Irishman. I don’t want her to go to jail, for assaulting the flirter! (If she has read this article, she hasn't yet posted a comment!)

Afterward, we went to the IGA. I walked from the IGA to the nearby Dollar General, to get a new beard trimmer. My “bionic” right foot and knee took the pounding but “talked” to me.

(10) 6/09/19 tenth tank: see my 6/9/2019 article – “LIFE CHANGES – HUNT DOWN THE SOB!” – for more details. Today was the eleventh and final “Exxoff” 100% gas fill-up! Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was with me, after we had visited at her folks. The day was cooler, so she stayed in the truck. My flirter was there again! You should have come in the store with me, dear!

Conclusion

My “6/15/2019 GAS UPDATE!” article glorifies my first purchase of 100% gas at the new and improved Weigel's! On 6/29/2019, I filled up at the new store for the third time.

By the way, my flirter doesn’t work at the new Weigel’s!

Here's another point of humor. My desk calendar states that tomorrow (7/1/2019) is “Canada Day.” What the heck it that, and why is it on my “At-A-Glance” calendar?

Also, as a future reference – since only God knows the future, and he keeps the details secret – from 7/4/2019 to 7/7/2019, I have a four-day “retirement” plan. Let’s see what happens!


Saturday, June 29, 2019

JUST FOR FUN (published 6-29-2019)

On this, “it’s hot, it’s dang hot,” late Saturday afternoon, you have my post! Ain’t it great!

Today, I did the usual stuff: trash hauling, haircut (a week early), good truck wash, Tractor Supply, get gas, etc. It’s the “usual mundane whatever.”

In the mundane context, there are three points of humor. First, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I have the dubious “joy” of providing PRN doggy daycare, for daughter of sister-in-law’s “dogcat,” Pepper. She’s a little dog that acts more like a cat. That “dogcat” isn’t sleeping here over night again! The only time she did, on 3/22-23/2019, was far too traumatic for Molly (our fine, good, regular dog) and us!

Second, a good friend in Arkansas finally figured out that he should reply to my reply to his last e-mail. My reply was barely over a year ago. He’s figuring out the details. I won’t wait a year until I reply to him. It’s just funny! A year, as in a life, is just a blink of an eye anyway. No worries, my good friend!

Third, I sent an online message to a local radio show host, whom I do respect as a fellow Christian, regarding the name of his Sunday TV show. The name is “Anything is Possible.” For fun, I quibbled with him that the show should be named “Anything that is Possible is Possible,” since the logically impossible is not possible!

Oh, just do some research into the classic moral argument for the existence of the God of the Bible or into the atheist’s argument from the so-called problem of evil, which can be turned around on an atheist into an argument for the existence of the God of the Bible.

I would go into more theological and logical detail, but it’s about 5 PM. I’m hungry, and sister-in-law just now arrived to pick up “dogcat!”


Thursday, June 27, 2019

THE CHALLENGE STATUS UPDATE (published 6-27-2019)

This is a brief follow up to my 6/23/2019 article that mentioned “the challenge status,” of my interaction with a local atheist group. On 6/26/2019, Wednesday, the atheist show was again on the local TV channel. Mrs. Appalachian Irishmen, Molly, and I watched. (Molly wasn’t too interested). The usual boring dribble started.

I almost changed the channel. Just in time, a guy called in! He asked, regarding my 6/19/2019 call in to the show and my debate challenge.

The caller questioned the two atheists – the older man, with whom I’d talked on 6/23/2019, and a younger atheist. He wanted to know the status of my debate challenge.

I listened, in glee, as the older atheist squirmed and made various points of reply. It was grand to watch a caller wonder why the older atheist hasn’t taken the next step yet! The caller was my “devil’s advocate!”

Well, as of this article, I have had no further response from the older atheist. I doubt that I’ll receive one! Who knows? If my “bionic” body can endure the asphalt and concrete, I may surprise the atheists at their local, weekly gathering spot that I know.

My purpose will be to help the atheists toward theism, eventually, to bring them to salvation through Jesus, by God’s grace.

Let’s see what happens!


Sunday, June 23, 2019

THE CHALLENGE STATUS & AGE “6” BIRTHDAY SURPRISE! (published 6-23-2019)

The Challenge Status

6/19/2019, Wednesday: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I are home -- after my “rich, full” workday and after her final day of a two-day unpaid “training,” during her summer vacation from work.

We’re relaxing, with Molly on the couch between us. Channel surfing found the usual local access channel. The atheist show was on live this time!

Knowing me as I do, I had to call in, again. It’d been a few months since my last call in. I cut to the chase. I offered to engage them in a public, formal debate, with details to be of mutual agreement. Off the air, I swapped e-mail and phone numbers with the main atheist. To my surprise, he called about 9 PM, for about a 20-minute conversation. He seemed interested. He stated that he would post feedback requests from his group, on their websites (one on “Farcebook,” the other an actual site).

I expected to receive an e-mail from the man or, at least, to see where he’d posted his feedback requests on the websites. As of this entry, 6/23/2019, in the evening, I have had no further contact from the gentleman, nor have I seen any website postings.

We’ll see what happens!

Age “6” Birthday Surprise!

On 6/21/2019, Friday, the wife of a good friend, who is also a good friend, attained the age of “6.” (That was one day after my oldest sister-in-law attained Sammy Hagar age. Figure out the song!)

Well, today, we joined many others for a surprise age “6” birthday party for her! A fine time was had by all!

A person attains age “6” only once in a lifetime! Celebrate! We did! (Sorry, I didn't take any photographs.)


Sunday, June 16, 2019

HOUSE MOUNTAIN #159 ON GRANNY WOOD’S BIRTHDAY (published 6-16-2019)

On Granny Wood’s birthday anniversary (in 1901) and Father’s Day, I did House Mountain hike #159! (It was hike #23 with “bionic” body parts.) I told you that I would! Enjoy the photos. I didn’t take a photo, as usual, of my new ol' truck. I was distracted, on leaving, by a young man from Alaska. He was using my passenger side truck windows as a mirror, to do whatever he was doing, to get ready to hike. He was a nice young man. Alaska has winter. Russia has winter. I don’t recall, exactly, when we had a winter, a real winter, here!


It’s the usual west bluff photo, with my trusty canteen in the shot. I made the hike up in 33 minutes. Well, before the “bionic” body parts, on a warm day, 25 minutes would be okay. My usual time is about 30 minutes now, with “bionic” body parts. The heat and wiping sweat slowed me down a bit.


This is the middle bluff, looking west/northwest. You’ve seen similar photos before, as I have taken many. I had a good breeze to cool me off. This view is for you, Granny Wood!


I had hiked up the west trail, then across the ridge east, to the middle bluff. I decided to hike the reverse, coming out. The photo above is the same west trail bluff, where you saw my canteen before. I have to take a different route every now and then!


Saturday, June 15, 2019

6/15/2019 GAS UPDATE!

My one brain cell had a concussion, on 3/29/2016. That’s my excuse, at least, for writing this article!

The biggest news today is that the Weigel's Store in our thriving “metropolis” has been open since Wednesday! The old store was demolished, and a new, bigger, better store is now open.

I bought 100% gas for my new ol' truck today, for the first time since the old store closed and was replaced!

The across the way “Exxoff” won’t get anymore purchases of their 100% gas! The pump stands alone and is hard to get to. It’s progress for our little “metropolis!” (I found the photo, from their website, taken on 6/4/2019, while work was still in progress.)

 

6/15/2019 UPDATE - Life, “Such As It Is,” in Family Heritage

6/10/2019, Monday

Mrs. Appalachian Irishman is the eldest of three sisters. On this date, my middle sister-in-law found Sun Drop in 12-ounce cans, in 24-can sleeves, at “Food Crappy!” Wow! The local IGA had been stocking them, but quit, despite my complaint. Ok, so “Food Crappy” is the place to get Sun Drop again! I drink a Sun Drop, oh, about every other week or so! I now have two 24-can sleeves of Sun Drop! That should last me several months!

6/11/2019, Tuesday

My paternal grandmother passed on to the next life, on this date, in 1971, after my paternal grandfather did so, on 11/21/1970. I remember.

6/12/2019, Wednesday

The eldest daughter of my youngest brother and his wife attained the teenage age of 13! They, all four, including their younger daughter, celebrated a few days at the beach! Good! They needed some fun family time! (Oh, the SOB is still not found – yet. See my 6/9/2019 post.)

I am the oldest of four brothers. On the same 6/12/2019 date, my next-to-oldest brother sustained an at-home injury. He’s alive. He is, at least at this entry, still in the hospital, but he may get out by tomorrow, Father’s Day. That’s good.

6/16/2019, Sunday, Tomorrow

6/16/1901 was the birthday of my maternal grandmother. One could not have had a better grandmother! On 8/12/1991, she joined her husband, who preceded her, on 3/14/1983. I conducted her funeral and graveside services. Oh, my maternal grandfather was born on 9/4/1901. I remember all the family fun, joking about how Papaw married an older woman! (Oh, again, Mom and Dad married on 9/3/1959, one day before Papaw’s birthday anniversary.)

6/16/2016 was the day that I took my first (3 only) steps, on a rolling walker, after having recovered well enough to do so, from the 3/29/2016 damage that I sustained.

6/16/2018, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I purchased mulch and other items at a nearby get-that-stuff mega store. I enjoyed using my still recovering (slowly) right foot and knee and my still recovering left shoulder, to move and carry the mulch!

6/16/2019 is Father’s Day and the anniversary of my maternal grandmother’s birth. If I have power in my body, you will see what I do tomorrow, with photos!


Sunday, June 09, 2019

LIFE CHANGES – HUNT DOWN THE SOB!

 
BACKLOG UPDATE
 
I didn’t mention this before. 5/19/19, Sunday, the “longsuffering” Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, two sisters-in-law, niece, and I ate lunch at “O’Chuck’s,” for our 5/16/19 work-a-day 33rd wedding anniversary. Just after we left the house, a fine neighbor man, age 70, in good shape and health, had a major, no prior symptoms, heart attack! He lived. He returned home, on 6/2/19. Good! He’s still here.

5/27/19, Memorial Day, Monday, I called a fine Hawkins County neighbor, age 70 also. He’s dealing with an upcoming, 6/17/19, surgery that should correct his problem. May it be so, Good Lord!

Same 5/27/19 date, I called youngest brother. He’s sickly. 6/1/19, Saturday, I called him again. He had, and is still dealing with, double pneumonia! 101.9-degree fever still! He’s had all the missed work, doctor appointment “fun,” but getting better. Good!

HUNT DOWN THE SOB!
 


After my two, Saturday, 6/1/19, posts, the next day, on Sunday, 6/2/19, late in the afternoon, my youngest brother's wife and two girls were almost home from an errand. (Youngest brother was still recovering at home.) A SOB -- tall, thin, white, short-haired, male (not a man) -- driving the white Ford POS (piece of $%^&), was in their northbound lane, at an “S” curve. The SOB hit them head on! Airbags deployed. The three family members sustained relatively minor airbag injuries. The SOB got out and took off running, to hide. He’s not been found yet! The highway patrol, hopefully, is still trying to find him. He was driving someone else’s car.

The Morristown Citizens Tribune newspaper and the WCYB Bristol, Virginia, TV station, via their websites, had articles. The Rogersville Review, as of this date, has no article yet. Way to go, hometown newspaper!

In the backwaters of the Internet, this is my way of getting out the word! Look for a, see prior description, SOB! If you see him, call the highway patrol or 911! The SOB should be dead! I have no forgiveness. The Good Lord has no forgiveness. He could be forgiven, by all, IF he would man up, turn himself in, ask for forgiveness, and serve his time!

Ok, I’m done. Good evening. Life rolls on, such as it is.