Happy Easter everyone!
It seems that once again I went to sleep and woke up and it is spring. A very welcome sight for my eyes to behold since it has been a long, cold winter for me.
I hope everyone is able to get out and enjoy the weather we are having, enjoying God’s coloring book as it unfolds for us to enjoy.
Forsythia is starting to bloom, and magnolias are showing their beautiful color. Actually, I really don’t know if these are magnolias as they are the purple ones. I thought magnolias were the trees that had had a deep shade of leaves and huge white blooms!
I have two bunches of daffodils in my yard that are 35 years old, and I also have a couple of tulips the same age. My granddaughter Jennifer Gray was just learning to walk when they first bloomed.The flowers had been planted long enough to produce beautiful blooms, and when we would take Jennifer out in the yard she would make a beeline to my flowers, and, yes, she would get a flower or two before I could catch her.
Last year a friend and I took a trip to the mountains of eastern Kentucky that I love so much and still call home. The dogwoods were blooming and so were the redbuds. It was so magical that I could only sit in silence as I was so overcome with emotion. I couldn’t speak for choking back the tears . is was one of the
Th happiest weekends of my life. I could have sung the song, “I’m the Happiest Girl in the Whole USA.” Except for the fact my sister Loretta Church was admitted to the hospital while I was enjoying my day.
The following week my bubble of happiness blew up in my face as my sister Loretta died.
Once again I can feel the longing in my soul to set my feet on the mountain soil.
It is predicting snow here on Tuesday, so spring may be shortlived.
Saturday, I ventured again to Fairborn to help my friends Norma Ashcraft and Patty Miller to set up for Larry Sparks’s show. This is the first time I have seen Larry’s show in several years, and he has a good band. Tyler Mullins is a good banjo picker.
I was in for a surprise as Tyler cut loose on some clawhammer picking, and anyone who knows me can tell you that I love this style of banjo picking. It was a good show as usual, and a very enjoyable day.
I called a friend to let them listen to a little bit of the show since they weren’t able to attend.
It was great seeing Jeff and Betty Fox. Betty is the president of Ralph Stanley Fan Club, and Jeff writes the newsletter. They have been doing this about 18 years. Betty is Norma Ashcraft sister. They were born in Blackey.
Sunday was Old Time Fiddlers, and a good crowd was in attendance. I was in for a surprise as Doyle and Betty Ison walked up. It was so good to see them. I felt bad because I didn’t get to sit and talk to them, but I have my hands in too many fires sometimes. The music was good, and we had a few new people. I even danced a tad bit.
This week has been a very unpleasant week for me. When I came home Saturday night, there was a message on my telephone that my longtime wonderful friend Juanita Lanham had died early Saturday morning. Chris and Juanita Lanham have been like adoptive parents to me for many years.
They have been in a nursing home for the past few years, as Juanita developed Alzheimer’s or dementia and didn’t recognize me. Plus for the last nine months or so, I haven’t been up to par, so I neglected going to see them as much as I used to.
There was a tragedy in Aurora, Ind., as two twin girls, ages two years old, somehow slipped out of the house, and got into a neighbor’s pool and drowned. It was heartbreaking enough just hearing about it.
Today I found out the little girls were my dear friends John and Marlene Steuver’s, great-grandchildren. The grandmother of the twins had fallen asleep for just a few minutes.
Oh I can relate to this grandmother, because when I watched my little sidekick Bennie Wiederhold when he was small, I would be so tired before Angie would get here I would catch myself leaning back in my chair. Bennie would pat my face and say, “Mamaw, wake up, rise and shine!”
I understand there were several rude remarks written on Facebook, but people need to keep their opinions to themselves in a case like this. As a grandmother, I know this woman will have to live with this for the rest of her life.
Life is so fragile. I try not to complain too much as it seems there’s always someone who has more heartache than I do, though I wouldn’t wish some things I face on anyone.
Johnny and Ann Calihan are still perking along. I know they are glad for this wonderful weather.
I talked to Les and Pat Wagner very briefly, and they are still trying to recuperate from their mini vacation to the mountains, but they got a lot of work done while they were there.
Larry and Becky Hasty, I hope everything is going better for you two.
I want to clarify something for someone. I may be the only one from Kentucky who doesn’t care for sports. I used to watch NASCAR, but I do not follow basketball, football, nor baseball. That is my choice. Just because I am from Kentucky, it doesn’t mean I have to give up what I enjoy, like reading, writing, dancing.
For that matter I don’t care for animals in the house and I don’t discuss that, as it is my personal opinion that I do not care to be a mommy to a dog or cat, etc. That again is my choice. I love animals, I just don’t have the time, nor do I feel like being tied down.
I have a daughter who has a poodle. She has an $80,000 car, with a built-in cup holder that she puts dog food and water for her little dog in. My youngest daughter has a couple of cats, plus the neighbors’ cat comes and goes as it pleases and a small dog.
So you see, I am not an animal hater. I will not mention any names, but I was made to feel that I was being unfair by not watching the Kentucky Wildcats.
There’s no one alive who is more proud of their mountain heritage than I am, but that doesn’t mean I have to watch or listen to something I don’t care for. I have no boss, and I will do as I please.
This same person doesn’t like bluegrass music, and bluegrass and old-time music is what Kentucky was noted for!
I think I may as well get married as I seem to find myself arguing with men over one thing or another. I think I might just start looking at guys who either drive trucks or have tattoos. Oh, that is a private joke, right Pam?
I finally talked to my brother Jerry and Mattie Hall for a little bit. Jerry sounds so good.
This is a very hard time for me as I lost my only sister Loretta Church a year ago.
I hope everyone has a good Easter, and remember why we have Easter, while you are enjoying the Easter goodies.
Well I am worn to a frazzle, so I am sending this on its way.
Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, telephone: 513- 367-4682.