Howdy folks! I hope everyone had a very happy Easter and the little ones had plenty of candy in their Easter basket that the Easter bunny brought! I am just thankful all my family is well and has survived to see another Easter!
As I start this column my thoughts travel back on a journey of bygone years. When the children were small we made sure they had a new outfit for Easter. After they awoke to see what the Easter Bunny had brought them and a few pieces of candy were eaten, I would prepare breakfast and we would all go to church. One Easter I bought the girls dresses to match, and even found Keith a yellow shirt.
One Easter I remember in particular. We didn’t have much money and someone had given me a couple of new dresses that I couldn’t wear. I took the dresses and cut them down to a miniature size of the original dress. One for my daughter Kay, who was 2 1/2 years old, and Angie was a year old.
Another Easter I decided to make outfits for Kay and Angie. I copied a sailor shirt and made each a top, then I had some white heavy material and then trimmed it with red rickrack. I had red material, so I made each a skirt and attached nylon net to make a crinoline under the skirt, since they were too little to hold a slip on. They were about 2 and 3 years old at this time.
A young girl showed me how to use a tracing wheel to trace around the sailor collar. I never had a pattern and wouldn’t have known how to use one, but they looked so cute.
I was a mother of three before I was 20 years old. My husband didn’t have a highpaying job, so we made do. Then later, he was fortunate enough to land a job that he retired from after 30 years.
I have always been able to manage somehow and never had to get help. To this day my son Keith says I can make a dollar stretch the farthest of anyone he has ever seen, and my brother Richie Hall says I am just plain stingy!
Oops I got off the subject!
I see there’s a new toy for adults called an Ipad. I have no idea what that is nor do I know what an Ipod is either, nor a Blackberry cell phone, which is all the rage. I was telling someone how we used to get two tin cans, jab a hole in the end of them, find some long string and push it through the holes, tie a knot, and stretch it out and pretend it was a telephone. I bet some of you can relate to this adventure.
How many recall playing hopscotch? I tried to hop in my kitchen as I was thinking of this childish pleasure, but I can’t even raise my leg up and balance myself. Yet I can dance all night.
Vickie Power and I once again met at a place called Downtown Hamilton. Usually it is music, but this time it was storytelling (folklore) with Rick Carson. I had forgotten that I had heard about him years ago. I don’t care for this kind of entertainment, where Appalachia is the brunt of jokes, especially when it comes to making fun of someone without teeth or the way people talk. There was a storm brewing outside and you might say a bigger one brewing inside, but I kept my opinions to myself.
Afterward I drove to Ft. Mitchell to pick up my grandchildren the Nottingham girls. Sarah, who is 11, had company, so I brought Jessica, who is 8, and Katelyn, who is 6, home with me, and then I went to my daughter Kay Gray’s to pick up my great-granddaughter, 8-year-old Samantha Jo Gray.
We didn’t go to bed until after twelve o’clock. Katelyn slept with me, or actually I should retract that statement and say that Katie slept. This child is very small but I think she became a giant, as she turned in the bed, had her feet in my face and her head about my knees. She kicks like a mule.
We went to Miami- Whitewater Park where we spent the afternoon. I finally got a few chapters of a book called ‘Shady Grove’ read while the girls played. We stopped at McDonalds to eat on the way home.
Folks, I had the strangest thing happen. Katelyn opened the door to go out to the porch, and the wind jerked the door out of her hand. The small metal piece that was holding the door plunger was fastened with two screws, and somehow had come undone. It flew across the room, striking me on the hand, bounced against my throat, and then landed on the table beside me. Had it been straight, it would have gone in my throat. It left a small scratch on my hand, and a mark on the side of my neck. It really made me realize how much that God had a role in this. I am so grateful the girls weren’t standing close to me.
There were different plans made in the care for Eveda Ison, as I wrote last week. The family decided to have her brought to Shawnee Springs here in Harrison. Eveda fell again and broke her hip, and she is back in Good Samaritan Hospital and is not doing well at all. Please keep her and her family in your prayers!
Polly Ann Maucher has finally got over her bout with the virus that had caught up with her. Polly had company for a few days, which I am sure she enjoyed.
All of Johnny and Ann Callahan’s family are doing alright. I finally took the time to call Ann. I also put my order in for care packages, as Social Security will be taking money out for Medicare in May.
Once again I wish I could reach out to every young person to say get an education and training for a good job, as the time has slipped away for me. Now I get a very small amount of Social Security and $110 is taken out of that!
My heart breaks for all the family and friends of the miners in the tragic mining accident in West Virginia. Polly’s nephew, Jerry Sturgill, said as he looked up and down the road all the porch lights were on to show respect for the miners.
Our dad, Clayton Hall, worked in the mines for 25 years or longer. My brother, Richie, and Wanda Hall’s son, Derrick, worked in the mines for some time.
I hope everyone has recovered from the disappointment of Kentucky Wildcats’ loss. I know there were lots of special fans who suff ered pain along with the basketball team.
Gwen Huff Farmer is still improving from her knee surgery, and is waiting, though not patiently, to get in her garden.
Shirley Wells sends a big hello to Oma Hatton and everyone down Marlowe way. Shirley and I listened to a radio station together from Cincinnati one morning, via the computer.
Willamae and Carl Boggs have been able to get out and about and enjoy the beautiful scenery of spring.
I believe this is the quickest I have ever seen everything come to bloom at one time. The magnolia trees were in bloom so fast, and then the leaves started dropping like snow on the ground. Each morning, everywhere you look, there’s more color added. The forsythias, azaleas, creeping flox, magnolia trees, and the pink and white blossoms of the trees plus the green grass are absolutely breathtaking.
Thanks once again to all the people who are wanting my book, ‘The Beauty of A Rose,’ and telling me how much they enjoy it.
Emma and Red Engle, take care of each other, and I am glad you are doing better.
I went to the Coon Hunters Club on the outskirts of Hamilton, and a woman I dance with, Linda Spears, fell at home breaking her hip. Linda is in the Drake Center. I haven’t got to visit her yet.
I bet Ike Adams is enjoying mushrooms right about now. I know Larry Roark is busy out scouting for them too.
I haven’t heard anything about my sister, Loretta Church, who is back in Letcher Manor Nursing Home.
Belated happy birthday wishes to my dear friend, Betty Ison, April 8. Hello to Betty’s husband, Doyle, who’d better tie Betty down, as she is going to be wanting to head for the mountains.
Well as usual I have waited until the last minute to get this on its way.
Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@ aol.com, telephone, 513- 367-4682.