My oldest daughter, Kay Gray, took me to breakfast on Mother’s Day at Cracker Barrel. As I was waiting for Kay I sat in one of the rocking chairs and I could feel the mischievousness bubbly in me. I thought about getting a sign and holding it saying, ‘Homeless! Would someone buy me breakfast?’
As I was enjoying watching the families all of a sudden the music changed and Bill Monroe was singing ‘Footprints In The Snow,’ oh how I enjoyed that few minutes.
Kay and I split a meal as I am not much for eating early in the morning. We had a very sweet waitress, and it was a wonderful time spent with Kay.
Everyone needs a son like my son Keith, who didn’t get me flowers! Instead I get a truckload of mulch! I came home to find Keith had dumped half a truckload of mulch on the trailer pad behind my house, plus he had gotten a roll of plastic and tubing to trim with. Keith has dug along the fence and put the plastic down to keep the weeds from coming through.
Now if he cuts my clematis down one more time I may fire him! It had just started climbing the trellis and he cut it with the Weed Eater.
Thanks to all my children and grandchildren and friends for flowers, cards and phone calls. It is really appreciated.
My granddaughter Jodi Gray, who is 21 years old, spent the night with me. Jodi pleased me so much wanting to know if she could spend the night with me. She is in her third year of college and she will be a teacher and made the dean’s list. Did I say I was proud of her?
In one of her classes they had a test, and the teacher announced that everyone had failed the test except one student and she wouldn’t say which student passed. When Jodi got her paper she saw it was her. Jodi told her mother, Kay, that she kept her mouth shut and wouldn’t tell even her friends. One of Jodi’s teachers said she was going to make a fine teacher, and that she was such a pleasure to have as a student.
Jodi’s younger brother, Jamie Gray, is excelling in school, too. Jamie is a junior at Oak Hills High school. A teacher is trying to get Jamie a scholarship in journalism as Jamie is very good in writing. Jodi says it isn’t fair that she has to work for her grades and Jamie seems to breeze through.
Hello to Wendell Boggs of Cumberland, who is Carl Boggs’s brother and is among a group of people that I admire so much. I can’t say I know any of them except one. Willamae Boggs is a retired teacher, along with her husband Carl Boggs.
Carl came from a family of teachers. I have learned there were five out of seven in his family who were teachers. I can only imagine how proud their parents must have been. Can you imagine all the influence these people have had on young children’s lives?
I believe Carl and Willamae’s son, David, was a teacher until health problems cut his career short.
I am so glad that I met Willamae Boggs in the waiting room of Whitesburg Hospital. I find it rather ironic that two women with the name of Willamae have been in my life.
I received some very sad new that the other Willa Mae Ison had died. She outlived three of her sons; Earl Ison died several years ago, her son Jimmy died about five years ago, and her oldest son Skeeter (Leath) died in December.
It has been many years since I was in contact with any of this family. Willa Mae at one time was like a second mother to me. She was 92 years old.
Well it seems as if I goofed again. I spelled someone’s name incorrectly! I wrote ‘Lisa’ instead of Lissa Bush. I somehow put that Fitzhugh Halcomb was her uncle, when it was her grandfather. Lissa, I am very sorry for the mistakes!
Shirley Wells really enjoyed Mother’s Day. Her daughter Alice and her family took her to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. Later in the afternoon some of her children, Mary, Dotty, Loretta, Kristie, and her son, Buddy, took Shirley to Golden Corral.
Belated happy birthday wishes to Shirley’s grandson Tyler Schmidt, May 4. Tyler was 14 years old. Tyler and Shirley are fishing buddies.
I kept my little sidekick Bennie Wiederhold recently. This child is so precious. I let him play in the yard and he got his pants wet so I had to wash and dry them before his mom picked him up.
Bennie did something and then said, “Please don’t put me in time out. I am sorry, I am so sorry!”
I stopped by my daughter Kay’s for a few minutes to see her beautiful flowers and my 17-year-old grandson, Jamie Gray, was there. Jamie shared some of his writings with me, and then Kay brought out some heartwrenching things she had written.
As we sat on the swing in the gazebo, I told Kay I felt like I had been to a private poetry reading. It was a very special time for me, plus having both Jamie and Kay share their beautiful writings with me.
I received a phone call from another misplaced hillbilly, Shelby Hammons, wanting my book ‘The Beauty of A Rose.’ Shelby is a sister to Eula Vae Joseph of Hot Spot. It was such a pleasure talking to Shelby. She lives in Clarksville, Ind., which she says is close to Louisville.
My brother, Richie, and Wanda Hall came to visit me. I enjoyed having them so much. I had to stay with my friend’s mother, so I didn’t get to spend as much time with them as I would have liked. The next morning they went to Hamilton to visit their daughter, Crystal Caudill, and her family. There’s always a huge yard sale on the weekend of Mother’s Day, and Wanda really enjoys this venture.
Vickie Power and I haven’t been running around too much since my back injury. I am going to the Coon Hunter’s Club if I have to crawl in the door.
Hello Clarence and Arlyn Halcomb. I hope you two are doing all right.
Hello to my brother, Jerry, and Mattie Hall. Jerry fell at his house recently and had to get stitches in his head.
Hello to my sister, Loretta Church, and to Wallace Lee Hall and his wife Georgia, who are in Letcher Manor Nursing Home.
Gwen Huff Farmer is out in her garden and can’t wait until the rain stops so she can get more goodies planted.
Thanks to Johnny and Ann Calihan for the lettuce and onions.
Well I better get this on its way. As usual I am running behind schedule.
Walking is easy when the road is flat, but dang those hills will get you every time! But the good Lord gave us mountains, so we could learn how to climb!
Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@ aol.com, 513-367-4682.