Hello again everyone!
Here we are in August, which means school is starting in some places, so please be careful of the young children.
My granddaughter Jennifer lives less than a mile from her children’s school, which means she has to drive them to school and pick them up since there are no sidewalks.
Not only that, with all the perverts in this world it is not safe for children to sleep alone in their own bed or play in their yards, much less be walking to and from school.
I am so thankful I grew up in an era of time where we didn’t know the word fear!
When I talk about walking five miles from Roxana to Woodrock, which is really Blackey, when I was only 10 or 11 years old, maybe younger, I’ve had people to act like they didn’t believe me. I have walked several times across Mill Branch and down Pratt Fork and on to Woodrock.
Of course one of those trips caused me to end up whooping the day lights out of a grown woman. I was 12 years old, and her husband picked me up and took me home while walking back. He was a brother to one of my schoolmates, and she got jealous of me, and I was nothing but a kid.
However she wasn’t woman enough to whip me as she said she was going to do.
Again I will say, a child will remember the way they are treated whether good or bad.
I had breakfast with a friend recently, and we were discussing growing up in the mountains of eastern Kentucky.
I was asked if I remembered Isom and the stock sale. This really brought back a special memory of mine as I remember so well going to Isom with Blanche and Hallie Hogg when I was 10 years old.
I mowed their yard with a lawnmower that had the round blades that you pushed as there were no riding mowers nor push gasoline mowers back then.
I mowed it on Saturday then after church Sunday, Blanche took us to Isom to Halcomb’s Custard Stand.
That simple pleasure started a tradition, and after I was married and moved away whenever we made the trip back home I felt I had to get a cone for my children when they were little.
I still feel the same now except ice cream and I don’t get along too well, though I will take a chance occasionally and still stop there.
Isom was a booming place where people came every Saturday to do their business.
Gwen Huff Farmer sure has been a happy person as her daughter Leatha, her granddaughter Maryanna and great-granddaughter Ava, who is four years old, came to visit. Gwen was busy making a banana pudding for Maryanna, though I am sure she shared with the rest. It really means a lot to Gwen to have her children to come to visit.
Happy birthday to Gwen on Aug. 16.
Happy anniversary to Johnny and Ann Calihan, Aug. 16. They’ve been married 65 years. I am so glad Johnny and Ann have been part of my life for so many years, and the same with several of their family members.
Hayward Day, it is very good becoming acquainted with you and that special daughter of yours, Kim. She still looks like her mother.
Coolie Jr. Calihan and Pat, I hope everyone is doing all right. As for you, Pat, just hang in there.
I am so sorry to hear that Betty Kelly’s grandson is in Children’s Hospital in Cincinnati. This young lad has been really sick and doctors couldn’t find out what was wrong with him. His parents took him to Children’s and they admitted him immediately. I really don’t know exactly what is wrong, just keep the family in your prayers.
Sunday was our Old Time Fiddlers meeting. This event has been in existence for approximately 35 years. Over the years we have lost members, some dropping out and some through death. We still have good music and food.
I cooked a pot of soup beans and another member made cornbread, and well you have heard of licking a pot clean! The only thing that was left in my pot was one bean on the soup ladle. Needless to say I was very pleased.
Some came in a little late, and there wasn’t any left. It has been some time since I have cooked beans.
This takes place on the first Sunday each month in the basement of Miamitown Fire Department from 1:30 to 4:30 p.m. All play acoustic instruments, so please come out to join us, either to pick or just enjoy music.
We had a couple of new people, and when a friend and I got up to dance he told his friend, “You can take a girl out of the mountains, but you can’t take the mountain out of the girl.”
As they were leaving I hugged them, and he smiled and told me that he was right about me, that I was sure a true mountainraised girl, complete with a good old fashioned hug.
Doyle and Betty Ison, I kept hoping you two could make it.
Hello to Bessie Shepherd. I guess you are doing all right since I haven’t to talked to you for a while.
Dorthy Tackett, please give me a call.
Oma Hatton, it may not be too long before I show up at your door and say, “Let’s sit a spell and talk about old days.”
Billy Hatton, remember you are supposed to bring us a glass of iced tea! Make mine unsweetened please!
I am in a limbo though. I didn’t grow up at Marlowe, I didn’t grow up at Hot Spot, for 13 years I called that special little place called Roxana my home, and after that anywhere I could stay was home to me until I left the mountains entirely at the age of 16.
Roxana will always be home in my heart.
I wish everything was as simple now as back then. There are some memories I wish weren’t in my head, but there are so many special ones that I have.
Oh yes, times were hard since we had no McDonald’s! Oh my, how did we exist?
Keep your calendar marked for Sept. 29, for Letcher County/Kentucky Day at the Harrison Community Center, 300 George St., Harrison, at 12 p.m. Bring a covered dish and a beverage. If you play music, please come and share your talents, or just come and enjoy a few hours of companionship and good food.
I haven’t really talked to very many people this week so there’s not much news to report.
My brother Richie Hall is not doing very well. I know Wanda stays worried about him.
I am going to try to head for the mountains before too long.
Hello to the rest of my family.
I have been walking for the past few weeks and it feels so good to be able to do this. I had blood work done as high blood sugar hit me during surgery. I had to get insulin shots while in the hospital, but there’s no sign of it now.
On that note I bid you all a goodbye.
So until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, Ohio 45030; email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com; telephone: 513-367-4682.