Happy New Year!
It really doesn’t seem as if it is possible that another year has come and gone so quickly. I know time waits for no one!
I have thought that the past few years have been fast, but 2011 has really flown by. Or could be it is I am just a year older.
I hope everyone had a very happy and safe New Year’s Eve celebration.
Friday evening a friend of mine from many years ago, Sadie Clark, and I went to an early New Year’s Eve party at Bluegrass Music in Connersville, Ind. This place is open each Friday from 6 to 9 p.m.
Sadie and I have known each other nigh on to 50 years. She is probably one of the first people I became close friends with when I left from the mountains and came this way.
Sadie told me she didn’t dance so after sitting about 45 minutes and dying to dance, I finally asked a woman if she wanted to get up and dance. All at once here comes Sadie and joined us. Sadie is a very good dancer, and to me that was just icing on the cake.
Coolie Jr. Calihan picks in a band called Briar Hoppers there.
Amos Collins is the president of the Connersville Bluegrass Music Association and is originally from Hazard. He and his wife Pauline live in North Vernon, Ind. Amos and his brother, James Collins, performed bluegrass music for many years, and since James’s death Amos has been at a loss. I am glad that he has started this bluegrass place.
I first met them at a place called the Ox Barn several years ago, and had the pleasure of hearing them a couple of times at bluegrass festivals.
Coolie Jr. is a very good singer and guitar picker. I always enjoy being where he and his wife Pat are. Southern Ohio
The only thing I don’t care for at Connersville, there’s not much dancing there as people sit and listen to the music, and that kills me just to sit. Of course it may end up killing me dancing too!
If it does, just say well she went the way she was the happiest as I have really been having trouble with shortness of breath again.
New Year’s Eve found me at the Coon Hunters Club on the outskirts of Hamilton.
My friend Alphine Stacy and I danced the night away. Now, readers, I have heard of people having something called a bucket list of things they want to do before they pass away. I think I have just started one so before you read this, please clear your mouth so you want get strangled while laughing
I told someone there are three or four things I plan to accomplish this year. I am going to try to learn how to play the guitar, come to the mountains and let my little cousin Jack Adams teach me how to fish, and I am going to go skinny-dipping, and run naked through the rain after dark. Okay, you can quit laughing now!
Actually my friend Jennifer Collins and Ina Griffie may join me in this venture. For years I have been told that my great-grandmother, Nance ‘Ma’ Coots, was such a fun loving person. I sometimes think she has been reincarnated through me.
I have something to share with you. We have all heard the story of Jack in the box, and lots of you readers may remember me writing about my little sidekick Bennie getting someplace and saying I’m stuck!
I have never met a Jack in the box but I do know someone who can be called Ann in a box! I also know she knows the true meaning of “I’m stuck!”
Johnny and Ann Calihan had their family for the holidays, their daughter Sue Wagner, her husband Tom and daughter Lauren were home from South Carolina.
Ann decided to go upstairs to their attic to get a box to put a Christmas present in. While there she lost her balance, fell into a cardboard box and got wedged in it. No matter how she tried she couldn’t get out.
Ann called for her sonin law Tom to come help her, and after some difficulty she did get free. I told her she should have just stuck on a bow and said, “Here, Johnny, I am your Christmas present,” when she replied the box was for Johnny’s gift. Needless to say we both laughed until we cried.
Once again I am so thankful to have Johnny and Ann a part of my life.
I was reading Oma Hatton’s column and it seems she and Iva Cheatham have been keeping the phone lines busy. Iva is a Marlowe girl also I assume.
I just picked up the phone and called Oma, and it seems we can never really get to have a good conversation as I was interrupted while on the phone with her. Then when I went to visit her I had something I had to do.
When warm weather comes around, God willing, I will get go back to visit this woman named Oma who writes like she has one foot in the grave and another on a banana peel, who has more zest for life than a young person. Her son Billy can stop by and join us.
Oma and I can sit on her porch overlooking Marlowe, pretend we are two Southern belles and Billy can bring us glasses of sweet tea.
Gwen Huff Farmer had about three inches of snow at her place. Gwen’s grandson John Harding Farmer and his family spent a few days with her over the holidays.
At the time of this writing we are having a dusting of snow in this area, and the air is bitter cold. My house is cold and rather drafty and I feel the cold air coming around my door. It reminds me how Mommy used to stuff rags around the windowsills growing up in those old houses at Roxana.
People lived in modern homes of comfort and rented out houses that weren’t fit for people to live in most of the time, and you know what? They couldn’t take their wealth with them when their number was called. It would never do me any good to have money because I would give it away to someone less fortunate. Yet it burns me up when people are too lazy to help themselves and are sitting around waiting for everything free.
My brother Richie Hall sure isn’t doing a bit of good the past few weeks as he has something wrong with his hip. He went to the emergency room at Whitesburg Hospital. I wish everyone had someone as good as Wanda is to try to help them.
Belated happy birthday wishes to my sister Loretta Church Jan. 2, and my greatgrandson T.J. Proctor, who was 5 years old Jan. 2 also.
Hello to my brother Jerry and Mattie Hall.
I did get to talk to Betty and Doyle Ison for a little bit, and both are doing pretty well.
Hello, Bessie Shepherd, I hope you are behaving yourself.
Please keep my cousin Beverly Adams in your prayers as she is going through some health issues.
I guess I will bring this to a close until next time.
Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, telephone: 513-367-4682.