Whitesburg KY

Christmas meant stack cake and shucky beans

Southern Ohio

Happy Thanksgiving!

By the time you read this column it will be over and done with! Just a memory and in some cases it will be a memory that will linger for some time, that is if you are like me, across the hips and thighs. In my case, an allover memory.

I really don’t remember our mommy (Ora Hall) making a big to-do over Thanksgiving. The only thing I remember at Christmas was a stack cake and shucky beans! We did not go hungry, it just seems I was raised a little differently than most kids.

I get Kentucky Explorer and someone wanted to know if you could buy shucky bean seeds.

We spent Thanksgiving with my daughter, Kay Gray, and her family. It is the first time I had from home in many years.

I haven’t been feeling well so it was decided we would go there. Kay is a very good cook.

My sympathy goes out to the Gish family which owns The Mountain Eagle. We know death is part of the cycle of life, yet when we face death it is especially hard at holidays.

What would we do without The Mountain Eagle?

How many of you remember the little newspaper called Grit? I know Clarence Halcomb does, because we discussed this one day.

I have a very pretty new roof on the house and garage. The color is darker than before, everything isn’t finished.

My son-in-law, Clarence Gray, who owns Gray & Son Construction, stopped by and decided to send his guys to fix my garage door. I really don’t like mixing family and business together. Kay may be a young widow or minus a mother before this deal is over!

It seems everyone is very busy due to the storm in September. I will be glad when this mess is over.

My daughter, Angie Wiederhold, decided to take the bottle away from my little sidekick Bennie. I know he is old enough but when he says ‘bottle’, and looks so pitiful I want to cry!

He hasn’t been sleeping and has circles under his eyes. He isn’t a very happy camper right now, though he is eating better and is drinking from a straw. He doesn’t like a sippy cup for some reason.

I was trying to read The Mountain Eagle and Bennie decides he wants to see my face, so he knocks the paper out from in front of me.

Later I picked up my Kentucky Explorer so what does the little stinker do? He gets his book and tells me ‘book’! So much for me reading, as I read to him.

Bennie hasn’t gained any weight since his last doctor’s appointment, however he has grown some.

What this little tike won’t think of. He walked into the kitchen and looked at me then said “Hi Cutie!” I really try not to say anything bad in front of him, he will repeat it. Though I do threaten to give Ann Calihan a whooping, as it is her and Johnny’s fault that I am watching this small child that has stolen my heart. I will say this much, God works in mysterious ways sometimes, if it means for a car to break down in certain places.

Little Bennie has brought so much joy into my life, though he can wreck a freight train by the looks of my house.

Gwen is trying to eat up all the goodies that her son, John Farmer, and his friends brought with them on their deer hunting trip.

While someone was in Gwen’s house her computer started to talk. Gwen, Shirley Wells and I have a little thing that we share on Yahoo. It has audibles and we send each other different sayings. I guess it does seem strange for someone else to hear, it is also funny too.

Vickie Power and I had supper at Longhorn Steak House. This is the second time that I’ve eaten there. Vickie and I try to go out at least once a month since the death of her daughter, Kelly Payne. I had a balance on a gift card from almost three years ago, so I decided to use it.

The only bad thing about eating out is I eat so slow, and talk so much, I end up bringing over half my food home with me. Vickie laughs as she is finished eating and I am still picking at my food. I just smile and tell her she isn’t going anywhere as I am the one who drives.

Johnny and Ann Calihan had a Thanksgiving feast at their house with enough food for an Army I am sure.

Shirley Wells was going to one of her daughters as they live close to her. I will fill you in on all details later. Shirley baked a 7-Up cake for one of her kids. Somehow I lost the information.

Barefoot and Bill Kelly had their children and grandchildren along with several family members for Thanksgiving.

My brother, Richie Hall, said he was not cooking Thanksgiving dinner as I reported. No he didn’t but my sweet sister-in-law, Wanda Hall, did cook. If every child had a mother like Wanda and a dad like Richie this world would be a much better place.

Here I am talking about food and they are showing a commercial about body fat! They should just say my fat body.

Did you go shopping the day after Thanksgiving? I usually give the kids money for Christmas; that may not be possible this year.

My 20-year-old granddaughter Jodi Gray asked what I wanted for Christmas. I told her absolutely nothing. This girl works three jobs and is in her second year of college for teaching. All I want is to be here when she gets her first job.

It really makes me proud that I quit school at the age of 13 and I have daughter who is a nurse, a daughter that is a certified medical assistant, a daughter who has a good business and her children have done well themselves. What I am trying to say just because you aren’t well educated doesn’t mean that your children have to follow in the same footsteps. In this day and age there’s no reason that young people can’t get a good education, that is, if the parents will help them. There are too many parents that are using drugs and alcohol.

Hello to my brother, Jerry Hall, and Mattie and all the friends of theirs that read my column.

Emma Engle, if I lived closer I would surely stop in for a fried apple pie and a glass of milk since I don’t drink coffee that much.

I made coffee for the guys that were working on my roof. They didn’t ask for anymore. I can’t make coffee; ask my brother Richie.

Dec. 7, the Old Time Fiddlers Christmas dinner is from 1-4 p.m. in basement of Fire Department Miamitown, Ohio. Bring a covered dish or dessert. Come out for a few hours of good music, good food and me, just kidding, plenty of good companionship.

Well, I think I am going to get this on its way as I am tired.

Value your senses while they’re still acute by listening to birds, to lovely music, to the sounds of children playing and to the whisper of wind in the pines. Drink in the mountain views, the flaming autumn leaves, the slant of moonlight, the sky at dawn.

Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, (513) 367-4682.

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