Just a few more days and it will be here. We will skip Thanksgiving as Christmas trees are already out in stores!
I went to Home Depot and what did I see? I walked through the store and the Christmas trees were all in there, but to me it wasn’t all that special. It is too early for that stuff!
Autumn is showing her colored foliage and some trees are really beautiful. The only fault I find with this time of year is the beauty doesn’t last long enough, and winter sets in for such a long time. I am not ready for this.
The invitation to go to Arizona is getting more tempting each passing day. But I am too chicken to fly.
I am still thinking of how great the weather was for Blackey Days.
My brother Jerry and Mattie Hall have been watching the Government Channel on television, and somehow Ardelia and I danced in front of the camera. I really didn’t mean to do this. Linda Hall called to say how much she enjoyed watching me dance.
Jon Caudill, I bet you are watching another channel by now. I wish I had been wearing a shirt with the words Jon Caudill Construction on it.
Thanks to whoever who puts on Blackey Days. I really don’t understand why it means so much to me to be able to attend as I didn’t grow up there. I stayed with my grandmother Betty Barton who lived at Woodrock, then of course Mom and Dad lived at Blackey for several years. I was married and had been gone for many years when they lived there.
The place where Dad and Mom lived has been filled in and someone is using it as a parking place. As I drove past, the thought crossed my mind to just park and sit for a while. The postagestamp sized spot of ground is still in Dad and Mom’s name. It still bothers me that someone has the nerve to fill it in.
If I decided I wanted it bad enough, I would put a mobile home there though I think even the well has been covered up.
I really didn’t care much for the location when Daddy bought it as the house set between the road and railroad tracks. The house would vibrate as the train went by. Mom did have a spot for a small garden and a chicken house, and a beautiful silver maple.
The same way when my parents lived at Hot Spot, the house was sandwiched in between road and tracks. Mom always made it a home, wherever they lived. No matter how bad the conditions of a dwelling or how cold, it was always home.
Hot Spot was never my home as I was staying away from home when Dad and Mom moved there and only came back for short periods of time. Roxana will always be home in my heart no matter how many years I am on this earth.
As I read Forester Hogg’s book of Roxana, I can relate to some things he writes about. Even though I have some bad memories of my childhood, I remember the serene feelings of the mountains around me.
It was as if I was searching for something even back then that the trees, the sky and the wide-open spaces could give me.
I would slip away from my brothers and sisters and sit on the little knoll overlooking the little place called Roxana. I can’t say I dreamed of better things, I was just content being by myself. Oh if only I had been fortunate enough to have a pad of paper to write on.
I think back to the times I spent with older women who helped shape my young life without ever knowing it, Minnie Whitaker, Alice Whitaker, Hessie Whitaker, and occasionally Ora Burke would have a few minutes to spend a little time with me.
Bernice Adams gave me a recipe for turkey and stuff- ing when I was 11years old. I made it for Thanksgiving dinner as Mom had no idea what to do with it.
I am thankful I had three of the most wonderful teachers in my growing up area, Anna Stuart, Jessie Wright (Anna Belle Wright’s mom) and Wess Ison.
Most importantly, I had my grandma Rosa Hall who helped me become the independent person I am today. I give her the credit for my inner strength and determination to do things on my own.
Although I didn’t have much in the line of material things that other children had, I will always be proud of where I come from.
What I don’t have in education I make up for with determination. I made darn sure my children got what I never had a chance to have.
Sunday I attended a benefit for Sherman Brewster at F.O.E. in Fairborne. I really don’t know Sherman and really wasn’t going to go as I didn’t think I would know anyone.
When the sun started shining so bright, I found my feet heading out the door and on the way. I swear my brain is in my feet. My feet go and my body has to go too.
I met a couple of new people and saw a few that I haven’t been around in sometime. It was a delightful day.
I danced with my favorite partner Howard, who is a World War II veteran. Howard is Norma Ashcraft’s uncle, and it is such a pleasure to be around this gentleman. He is 89 years old, loves dancing and he sings while he is dancing.
I haven’t talked to Johnny or Ann Calihan this week as it has been a rather busy week. Maybe now I can sort of settle down as I have accomplished something that was about to get me down.
It seems that I get one problem solved and another crops up. I somehow managed to knock a breaker out or something as I don’t have a plug in that is working in my kitchen.
Oh well it is getting cold enough that I can sit a bottle of milk outside, that is if I stay home long enough.
If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all so it seems.
Oh how I miss writing about my sweet friend Gwen Huff Farmer. She was one fine person. Thanks, Glen Farmer Jr., for calling me.
Jennifer Collins, congratulations with a new great-grandbaby. I hope it continues to improve and you get to see it before long.
Hello to Jerry and Mattie Hall. I am glad Jerry is getting stronger each day. He is walking a little with a walker.
Henrietta Adams, I finally have your book in the mail. If things hadn’t been so hectic the past couple of month this would have been gone a long time ago.
Les and Pat Wagner along with Larry Hasty spent a few days at their place on the outskirts of Whitesburg. I am sure James and John Ison enjoyed this along with all their family.
Les won’t let Pat tell me where the house is at as he is afraid I will show up at their door. Les, I couldn’t resist writing that. After the mistake I made in my column, I wouldn’t blame you for not ever talking to me.
Tony Hale and Black Water is playing at Hunter’s Pizzeria Monday night, so maybe I will get to see Wagner’s and the Hasty family.
Glenora Eldridge, I hope this finds you and Kenneth doing great.
Betty Kelly, keep that broom handy as you are going to need it. I hope you and Bill are doing alright.
Hello to my sister-inlaw Wanda Hall. It was so good spending time with you, Thanks for putting up with me.
Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030 email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, telephone: 513- 367-4682.