Hello everyone! How is everything in your little corner of the world?
Are you enjoying the cool weather? Temperatures fell 50 degrees overnight and my system has a hard time adjusting. I really don’t believe we will have as many colors this fall as in previous years that always show such beauty, as I refer to God’s coloring book.
The leaves are falling as we had such a long time without rain, not only in this area, in several states. Then in other places there was flooding with so much destruction. We’ve had a couple of mornings with dense fog as thick as pea soup.
Well, fall has officially arrived in this part of the Ohio Valley area. No, I am not looking forward to what is coming next. I am so tired of hearing remarks that you can put on enough clothes in winter to keep you warm, but you can’t take enough off to keep you cool.
I wear a three-quarter length shirt in summer and capris no matter how hot as I don’t want everyone seeing the angel wings under my arms flapping, and my short flabby legs look better covered up.
In the cold winter months I can’t seem to put enough clothes on to keep me warm, no matter how much I layer.
Complaining about the weather is like complaining about all the malarkey that is going on in the world of politics. Endure it and get on with life.
I am so glad that I have Hallmark Channel on DirecTV. There’s no news on the Hallmark Channel, even though I could do the script of some movies, as I listen more than watch television.
The year of 2018 has taught me one thing. Never make plans, as they can be changed in a blink of the eye. As I have written before, I was looking forward with anticipation to the first of August of going to Osborne Brothers Festival at Hyden. That is such a wonderful place to go.
June 1, due to someone being careless while driving, my life changed drastically, maybe for the rest of my life, as I am told my ankle may hurt as I get older. I am more concerned about what it is costing me at the present, not only physically, it has taking away my way of enjoying life.
Yes, I replaced my car, but I can not replace the pleasure I received from traveling to the mountains on Fridays to Campbell’s Branch to enjoy the music and to dance when I felt well enough.
Oh how I looked to Saturday evening, as you would find me at Carcassonne Community Center. I finally got enough nerve after going there for three or four years to try square dancing.
Lately I have been reading that scientists have discovered that dancing is so good for your physical health, and now they are reporting dancing is good to help the brain with dementia or Alzheimer’s.
I can’t understand why they need all the money they have done in research to know this simple fact. Dancing has been so much of therapy for me for as many years as I can remember.
Back in the ‘80s, even when my husband and I could be fighting, we belonged to Stone Valley Square Dance Club, and as we danced we actually forgot that we were mad at each other or the reason we were mad. Both of us were very good dancers.
I’m sure someplace in my messy house I may still have our name badge, plus little badges we received for dancing at special events.
I still have a couple of crinolines in the closet upstairs and a couple of skirts I made. Good memories that will stay and take the place of bad times we went through. During our divorce, once again I used dancing to get me through many of a hard time.
This time it wasn’t dancing with a partner, as a friend Mary Key and I would hit the floor in a fastpaced dance at Famous Old Time music, owned by Vernon and Kitty McIntyre, any Friday and Saturday evening if I could manage to get off work.
I have danced with a corset-style back brace for a dance or two, gritting my teeth to ease the pain and the mental anguish I was going through. Thank God I’ve never had to use alcohol or drugs to get me through difficult times.
Walking has helped also, yet nothing is greater than dancing to deal with stress. Now I am unable to do either.
This week has been one of the most difficult times I believe I have ever gone through. I’ve lost my parents, siblings, my grandmothers, and I’ve lost friends that I loved dearly. I don’t remember ever hurting as deeply as I have when I received the news of Johnny and Ann Calihan’s son Gary suddenly passing away.
I have never felt so helpless as there’s not anything you can do for a grieving parent. Friday was a very difficult day for me as I couldn’t be there for the Calihans in their time of sorrow.
My son Keith Ballard was scheduled for surgery on his hand to remove a spot of skin cancer. When they tried to insert the IV, it seems I am not the only one that is a difficult stick. Surgery was delayed almost a half an hour while different ones searched for a vein in Keith’s arm. Finally they called the antitheist who used a vein finder, but he couldn’t locate one either. Then a little woman took over and switched to a smaller needle and was able to get the needle in a vein, and then the IV fluid wouldn’t flow.
Again I sat there watching, I wished it were me instead of my son, who is 58 years old, and never flinched from the pain of poking and gouging numerous times.
Surgery was finally over, the surgeon said they were going to use a local antiseptic if needed, and it would be a light dose. Light my foot, it took over an hour for Keith to wake up.
The nurse asked me to stay in the room to help my son get dressed. I replied wait a minute, my son would rather you be in the room to help put his clothes on than me. This nurse replied, no, it is a rule that families help patients to get dressed.
Keith is 58 years old, and there was no way he was going to stand for me to put his underwear and pants on. Keith told her to give him the clothes he would dress himself.
Vicki and I stood on the outside of the door with it cracked in case we heard a thud. I am old fashioned and my son is the same way, I love my privacy. I think this nurse was rude.
Keith is a shade tree mechanic. The transmission went out in one of his trucks, so he decided to replace it with a standard. He likes a few minor adjustments to get ready to roll. Keith has been persistent that he is going to finish this project, but he has found this surgery is a little more serious than he anticipated.
Saturday morning, I was about convinced to head for Blackey Days as he was fixing his coffee, he suddenly had to go lie down, then admitted he had gotten dizzy. That sealed the deal as wild horses couldn’t have pulled me out of this house.
Sunday. he was able to drive to a meeting, and he changed the bandage. He has to make an appointment to go back to the doctor.
Blackey Days went ahead as usual without me. This would have been either 9 or 10 years for me to attend without missing. I hear it was a vey cold miserable day. I had to smile when I heard that, as some know me, I go prepared with a cover to snuggle in to keep me warm.
Several years ago I’ve been at Versailles State Park to the last bluegrass festival of the season on the first weekend of October. It was snowing and while I sat next to friends, we shared thick comforters and we still toughed it out under a huge tent.
I have to admit that as much as I wanted to go this trip would have been rough on me, as I took a bad fall on Monday night. I started up my front steps and my right ankle gave way. I grabbed for the handrail, fell backwards and landed hard on the ground. It took about 15 minutes before I was able to turn over to manage to get up to get in the house.
Tuesday morning, I was in pain fiercely so I had to go to local ER where I met more aggravation as I was told I needed a doctor’s order for x-rays. Finally I was seen by an ER doctor who ordered x-rays . Thankful to God that nothing is broken, I have a sprain in my lower back and right knee, plus my lower hipbone is bruised.
There’s a possibility that I could have a hairline fracture to my back, as the doctor said sometimes that doesn’t show up. I am in pain, but I am managing to walk a little better. I seem to lose my balance very easily.
As I have written before in my column, I didn’t grow up in Blackey, yet I spent a lot of time at Woodrock as my grandmother, Betty Barton, lived there. Then years later my parents moved to Blackey. Attending Blackey Days is like a big homecoming. If God is willing for me to live, maybe next year will be a better year for me.
I will always have memories of someone setting fire to my parents’ house to cover up the fact they had shot into it. I hope if the person is still alive they have to suffer pain beyond bearable for doing this to my parents, causing them to lose everything they had.
Yes, I know who did it this horrible act destroying a home, however I won’t mention names. My mother never did anything in her entire life to hurt anyone, as she was a very mild person.
I am proud to say my dad was one of the most hardworking men that ever came out of those mountains.
I just checked on my son who is working on his truck with a small light attached to his head. How do you tie a grown man down?
Les and Pat Wagner are still hanging in there with health issues. I hope they improve as they have an anniversary coming up.
Carcassonne Community Square Dance is Oct 19. The featured band is Sunrise Ridge, and the caller will be Will Bowling. Food will be available. Thanks to the Dion family for supporting the Carcassonne Square Dance.
Campbell’s Branch Community Center’s Friday night featured band is Bluegrass Friends. This is a great band, and food is available.
Well I must get this on the way, so until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, Ohio 45030 email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com.