Whitesburg KY

Cookie tin is button container

Hello everyone! Did everyone get at least a piece of chocolate or flowers for Valentines Day? I got a brand new stove so what else could I want?

We are having a mild couple of days in the Ohio Valley area. Monday morning we had a heavy frost, yet it warmed up and felt good. I will be glad when winter is over as my rear defrost doesn’t work. I am too stingy to pay a fortune so I just scrape and gripe.

I am looking forward to warmer weather for a reason. Since Ricky has been so good to be my chauffeur for such a long time when I visit down in the mountains, sometime in the future Mike and Marcia Caudill may bring Ricky to northern Kentucky. I plan to meet them, pick Ricky up and let him come by and enjoy life in the flatlands again for a little while.

Ricky can sit on my back deck where it is quiet to enjoy a cup of his favorite coffee while listening to the birds and the view is open space. It is no way as beautiful as the scenery on his mountain. Nothing can compare to that portion of the world and the serene and peaceful feeling of sitting on the swing watching the cardinals.

Ricky Caudill really needs to write a short story book, as he is so good at spinning yarns and entertaining people with his tales. He can really catch your undivided attention and hold it. I bet he could make money, he is so adept in describing his adventures through life. I find it fascinating to listen.

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I enjoy listening to Stephen Holden who attends the Appalachian Festival at Old Coney Island each Mother’s Day weekend. I bet Ricky could earn some money doing this as it is a pleasure reading and listening to his life adventures.

Sunday something brought childhood memories, flooding back once again.

Growing up, my grandma Rosa Hall had a round metal container she kept her buttons in. When I was first married I used a cookie tin to store mine in, and my children would get aggravated when I would leave it out as they thought I had cookies.

While I was at the Old Time Fiddlers meeting, a member brought a container of Danish butter cookies. I brought the cookie tin home with me as I have my old buttons in a large glass container. I will never use the buttons, but I have saved several over the years.

When I see the old fashioned flat buttons it brings back memories of how we used to put a piece of sewing thread through a button, give it a spin and watch it go round and round when we would pull it tight. I’ve been guilty of touching someone’s hair and getting it tangled. My cousin has whacked the daylights out of me for this.

Oh the fun that kids have missed in this era as all they have knowledge of is holding some kind of technical gadget in their hands.

How many remember making a whistle from a branch of slippery elm? Maybe I should ask if anyone knows how to do this as I wouldn’t know what slippery elm looks like any more. My grandma Rosa Hall taught me this so many years ago.

How many remember the slingshot made from a forked stick, a piece of rubber from an inner tube, and a piece of leather, more than likely a tongue from an old worn out shoe?

Friday evening, I turned into a wild woman as Alphine Stacy and I went on a venture to Coon Hunters Club on the outskirts of Hamilton. First off, I drove to Cincinnati which is about 20 miles from my house in the opposite way from my house to pick up Alphine, then drove another 35 miles to get to Coon Hunters. I realized I had looked at the schedule wrong, but it was too far to leave so we made the best of the evening. Alphine and I even danced three or four times.

It was wonderful to sit and talk to Alphine as it had been such a long time since we have been together.

I was very scared to dance as I am weak, and the first dance I had to sit down in the middle of it. Well, when that fiddle started playing Black Mountain Rag I was pulled into the music like an addict wanting a drug. I had to go for the high that dancing gives me.

One thing I like about going to Coon Hunters is you won’t find drinking, and I dare say there’s no such thing, as weed, pot, a joint of marijuana or whatever that is called being sold.

I had a good talk with Pat Wagner. Les and Pat stay busy with helping in their church. They haven’t paid a visit to their home and family in the mountains for a while, and I know James and John Ison are missing them along with everyone else.

Again, I will repeat I am so glad that I have the pleasure of knowing the Wagners, all because we love Tony Hale who has Tony Hale & Black Water Bluegrass Band.

Johnny and Ann Calihan are doing as well as expected. Ann is still having trouble with her friend, arthritis, as it travels through her arms, knees, and legs.

Wednesday night, Jack Adams did a show on eastern Kentucky. I was so tired, and since I worked two days this week that I forgot what day it was. Friday night of course I was gone, so I wish there was some way I could record Jack’s show. Sunday night he has a gospel show on.

I owe an apology to Larry Day, a son of Kevin Day, as I meant that Kevin was such a good father. Just forgive me as I make mistakes in typing. I hope Larry Day is feeling better as I see he is in the hospital.

My sympathy goes out to the family and friends of Joseph Smith, better known as “Papa Joe” in Premium. Ricky took me to meet Ima Jean while I was in the mountains a few weeks ago. Hospice had been called in to take care of Papa Joe then.

It was a pleasure to meet Valerie Sonant, and her son Beau Crawford also. Carcassonne Community Center will hold its first square dance March 11, so mark your calendar.

Hello Mike and Marcia Caudill. Dance one for me.

Linda Hall, give me a call sometime as I would love to hear from you.

I guess I had too much fun Friday night as I’ve been really sick through the weekend.

It is time to get this on its way, so until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, Ohio 45030.

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