2017-06-14 / Families & Friends

June weather goes from cold to hot

By ROSE BALLARD

Hello everyone. How’s the world treating you in your little corner of the world?

Once again I’ve encountered a bout of nausea, but at least I am not in the hospital as of yet. That is more than I can say for lots of people.

As I have said before, someone always seems to have it worse than me although it seems that karma can bite you in the backside when you tell lies or are mean to someone that has done nothing but try to be good to you.

Are you enjoying this cool spell we are having in the early month of June? I actually thought about turning on my furnace for a couple of mornings.

This brought back early childhood memories of when we lived in Vernon Hogg’s house between Hot Spot in Premium and Roxa- na. It was in June, and Mom had closed the stove and chimney off for the summer months. I was about nine years old. Mom had gone to the barn to milk the cow. The weather had turned rather cold while Mom was gone, so I built a fire in the stove.

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By the time she got back to the house, the pipes were hot, and Mom had stuck rags around the top of the pipes to keep the soot from coming in the house. It is a wonder that the house didn’t catch on fire.

I tried to be a grown-up from such an early age. I really don’t remember being a child very much!

When I was very young I remember Mom working in he garden and I somehow got two tubs of water and did the laundry for her. The only thing I did wrong was I washed in cold water.

Mom said I didn’t get the collars of Daddy’s white shirts clean, so she washed them again, and she was afraid I hadn’t rinsed Jerry’s diapers, so she redid them too.

Now I was about seven years old at this time of my life, and I did the washing by using a washboard and two tubs of water. How many seven-year-old kids would tackle something like that?

As I said I have been reminded a few times of how old I am. I think I was born old. All I have ever known is taking care of someone almost my entire life.

I’ve also been guilty of being taken advantage of by a few just for trying to help. That is when you have to sit back and consider the source!

I think when I started writing this column a few days ago I said something about a cool spell in June, well summer came with a vengeance for a few days, as we’ve had very hot weather. For the first time it actually got into the 90s.

Once again my plans went awry as I’ve looked forward some time to an event called Sayler Park Sustains in Sayler Park, which isn’t very far from me.

Thursday, I became rather ill, but as usual being hardheaded I didn’t call my doctor because I knew I would be heading back to the hospital.

Friday, I decided to mow my lawn and the riding mower made me worse as it jarred me, having almost to crawl in the house to lie down for awhile, then I went back out to mow. I finally got the inside of the yard done, except for my driveway, and this took the better part of the afternoon. I finally decided to pull the mower in the garage.

I took a pill for nausea and it knocked me completely out for several hours. I had fallen asleep completely dressed.

Saturday, I wasn’t able to go anywhere, and I missed a very good musical day in the park as Ma Crow and the Lady Slippers, Rabbit Hash String Band, The Tillers and several more bands were playing there.

My sympathy goes out to the family of Vicki Abbott who is bass player for Ma Crow & the Lady Slippers. Vicki lost her mother this past week.

There are a few from the mountains that I am Facebook friends with who have lost loved ones. Even though I’ll never get to see you personally and probably never will, I feel your pain as I know what it is like losing parents or a sibling.

There are times that I’ve considered closing down this thing called Facebook, but I would miss several people that I have become acquainted with.

I’ve been in touch with my grandmother Rosa Hollins Hall’s brother, Harlan Hollins, from Big Branch in the Roxana area.

I hope sometime soon to meet Carla and Lori in person, as Lori lives in northern Kentucky, and Carla lives not to far from me in Ohio. I am looking really looking forward to meeting them.

I hear the little town of Roxana has sure become the center of gossip! Not just local as if that isn’t enough, but the media has once again headlined that the prison that is supposed to be built at Roxana being put on hold.

I have heard quite a bit of rumors that have turned out to be just that, rumors, that Amburgey’s already sold, and all the changes that are coming to Roxana, all the attractions etc. I dare say it won’t happen in my lifetime.

As far as my opinion, personally I would hate to see the mountains of the little town of Roxana being gone in the name of progress.

As I go back to drive through Roxana or stop at Denny’s, it seems that in my memory there was more space than what is there now.

I try to picture where J. C. Burke’s store sat, and then Ray and Faye Gentry’s house, Hiram Mitchell’s store then Amburgey’s, which has been there for almost a hundred years. The post office sits close to the railroad tracks.

Gladys and Steve Hogg owned the store when I was born. I don’t know who originally started it. I guess I’ve never really put much thought into it.

I know the story of Gladys Hogg using white material to line the inside of my grandpa Alec Hall’s coffin when he passed away the night I was born in May of 1945.

I believe Hiram Frazier and a few other men made the coffin. Gladys and I corresponded for quite sometime several years ago when I first started writing for The Mountain Eagle.

Glancing back at the paragraph above, how many remember when there were huge blocks of dry ice, or hot ice as we called it as children, being delivered to Roxana?

I know one thing, some older kids thought it was funny to have some kid to put a small chip of this on your tongue! It would blister your mouth.

You could put this block of dry ice in your icebox, if you were lucky enough to own one, to keep your milk and perishables in.

When I was first married someone gave us an icebox made in 1919, and when we moved we left it in the basement. How I wish I had it now as they sell for quite a bit of money.

Oma Hatton, I enjoyed reading your column as you mentioned what I had written about the things I have held on to over the years. I feel sorry for my children when my journey on this earth is over, as they sure have their work cut out for them. Each day I say I am going to go through and get rid of stuff, yet each day passes and it is still in my possession.

My daughter Kay Gray has started showing interest in old pieces of furniture that she wants to paint, and that kills my soul as to me when you paint old things it takes away the value.

I haven’t talked to Les and Pat Wagner for a few days, and I am beginning to wonder if they slipped off the mountains for a few days.

I haven’t been in touch with Johnny and Ann Calihan this week either as I know they have been busy as their daughter Sue Wagner has been in for a visit.

Sunday was Old Time Fiddlers, and this will be the last time we will meet at Whitewater Center on Dry Fork Rd., as the center has been cut back on funds. In July we will be having Old Time Fiddlers at the VFW on Lawrenceburg Road in Harrison. It will be held second Sunday of each month at 1 p.m. I will post the address again. I was ready to hang it up and close everything down, but the members want it to keep going.

I guess I better get this flying on the way to its destination. Remember to hug your family and hold them close to your heart as you don’t know what the future will bring.

Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030.

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