On Tuesday, 4/13/1880, my paternal
grandfather, Marion Ferrell, was born. I wear his first name with
honor, knowing the Irish meaning. The Gaelic is Merrion, meaning
“brave man.”
Today, Saturday, 4/13/2019, I—his grandson,
the first son of his youngest son, who was my father, Earl
Ferrell—purchased a Ruger 380 pocket pistol. The “long-suffering”
Mrs. Appalachian Irishman went with me. The purchase was to replace
the Ruger that I bought on 7/28/2012.
After the wreck, on
Tuesday, 3/29/2016, the Tennessee Highway Patrol held that first
pistol—which was found and secured from the cab of my totaled 1995
Nissan pickup—for safekeeping at their Knoxville location. An
18-year-old, uninsured female failed to yield to my right of way and
almost killed me on that day.
The Tennessee Highway Patrol
called me a few times to remind me that my old Ruger LCP 380 was at
their Knoxville location, for me to pick up at any time that I could
do so, up to a year. After a year, the Tennessee Highway Patrol said
that they would have to destroy my old Ruger, if I couldn't come get
it.
In early March 2017, a Tennessee Highway Patrol officer
called me and stated that they would be glad to hold my old Ruger for
over a year, if I wished to call them before 3/29/2017 to make the
proper arrangements. I thanked the very kind and understanding
officer for her time. I never called to extend the pickup, due to all
the “fun” in life at the time. I assumed that the Tennessee
Highway Patrol destroyed my old Ruger. Later, however, I was pleased
to learn that my old Ruger was being used as a backup weapon for an
officer.
The last time that I “pulled a trigger” was on
Good Friday, 3/25/2016. I was at the homeplace. Steve, a lifelong
friend; Monnie, a neighbor; and I did some target shooting. We had a
great day!
Good Friday is coming in six days on 4/19/2019.
What do you think that I plan to do for the first time since Good
Friday in 2016?
Enjoy the previous photograph of today's
purchase on Papaw Ferrell's birthday!
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