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Fall colors awake longing for mountains

Southern Ohio

Hello everyone! It is that time of year again when I like to say let’s grab a cup of coffee or your favorite drink, let’s sit down and chat for a while!

For your own benefit, be glad you can make your own coffee, I don’t drink enough coffee to really know how to make it! If you don’t believe me, just ask my brother Richie Hall. When I was at Richie and Wanda’s one time I made coffee so strong it could have lasted for a week after it was broken down with water.

Richie and Wanda came to visit me. At bedtime Richie asked Wanda to go put coffee in the pot to have it ready for him the next morning. When my son Keith Ballard is here he knows to fix his own coffee or he brings his with him!

This morning I made a cup for myself at home, what I call my sister-in-law’s Mattie Hall’s coffee! Flavored water! If you held this coffee up you could see through it! Now you have your laugh.

I missed meeting Willamae Boggs and her brother-in-law Jesse Frazier as they journeyed back to their homes after a brief visit in Indiana. What Willamae didn’t realize, she took my heart with her as I looked at the beautiful fall colors here, once again the longing for the high mountains of eastern Kentucky plus all the scenery between here and there.

I believe this year the colors are more vibrant here locally than I have seen them in years. I just want to stand and gaze around me and let the colors sink in my soul until I get my fill! I have been described as someone that it doesn’t take much to please! I have come to realize this is very true.

I really don’t care for designer clothes or name brand anything. If you see me with something like my leather bag that has 9 West, you better believe it is my daughter Kay Gray’s cast off!

You will find me wearing clothes that are out of style. I will not be seen with stains nor holes. I would not be ashamed to wear something patched, but I detest spots on good clothes.

Mother always made sure that we were clean.

A few years ago my grandson C.J. Gray stepped out of a specially-ordered Corvette convertible with a pair of jeans on that were so raggedy I would have been ashamed to get out of a farm truck looking like that. When he told me he paid almost $200 for those rags with legs, I told him he had more money than sense!

I heard a noise in the yard at my house and I thought the neighbors’ cat was coming to greet me at breakneck speed. All of a sudden something skiddaddled up a tree next to the gate where I was standing. By this time I am thinking, why is the cat so scared? As I turned the flashlight toward the tree I discovered a huge raccoon. Now I can say I have been coon hunting!

Johnny and Ann Calihan’s son Gary Calihan is trying to regain his strength from pneumonia. Ann has a bad cold and is miserable. Thank God so far that is all.

Johnny and Ann’s daughter Sue Wagner somehow managed to break her foot and is on crutches with a lot of pain. Sue is a nurse. If injuring her foot isn’t enough, her husband Tom Wagner has been rather ill, then their daughter Lauren had to be rushed to the hospital. Lauren had a high fever and was treated and released from the hospital. Keep this family in your prayers!

I am worried about my daughter Angie Wiederhold as she has been exposed to someone that has been diagnosed with that horrible swine flu, which means that my little sidekick Bennie is in danger too. Bennie isn’t as strong as I would like for him to be. He is too finicky of an eater to gain weight. Wish I had that problem!

I made a deal with Angie. If she could miss work without being fired, I would give her the amount she made for Friday night. I was afraid her patient could still be contagious.

That flu has killed lots of little children. I realize you can catch things without being around them. There’s no use taking a chance with my little sidekick.

If you don’t get a column for a couple of weeks you will know my computer has bit the dust. I have tried to baby it for weeks. It is either quit fooling with it before I lose my temper, give it a kick and take a chance and break my foot, or throw it out my window, but I can’t afford a new window either. If it isn’t one thing it is two, or so it seems.

Larry Roark, thank you for sending me your CD. That was not necessary as I could have picked one up when I come back to the mountains, if that ever happens!

Vickie Power and I took a drive to Houston Woods Park to see the fall colors. We were almost too late as the trees have started shedding their leaves already. It seems the fall colors are here for just a short time.

Vickie and I took a short drive to once again look at nature then stopped at Skyline for supper. We haven’t been out to Flatland Bluegrass Barn nor the Coon Hunters Club for so long they might forget us.

Even Gwen Huff Farmer is missing me being on the computer. Gwen did tell me she sure is enjoying her mustard and turnip greens and she even has turnips. Gwen has a neighbor that helps her when she needs it. She needs all the help she can get as her knee is still giving her lots of trouble.

Shirley Wells is trying to stay one step ahead of the flu and rest up after the long trip to San Antonio. She said it was such a long, tiring and short trip she didn’t get to enjoy the sights, though she enjoyed seeing her granddaughter.

I received a phone call from Willamae Boggs who is very sick since her trip to Indiana. Willamae has been battling pneumonia for some time. I really hate to hear of her being that sick.

Carl is so good to try to take care of her. I know Willamae is probably like me, trying to do things she has no business doing!

I received a phone call about my column last week about the love I feel about the place I was born and raised. I have lived in Harrison 48 years — triple the amount I lived where I was born and raised. Even though I have special friends and my children live within half an hour or less to me, I will always love that small place called Roxana

Hello to all my readers. I will leave you with this little ditty which is especially for Clarence Halcomb.

Curtis and Leroy saw an ad in the Starkville Daily News newspaper in Starkville, Miss., and bought a mule for $100. The farmer agreed to deliver the mule the next day. The next morning the farmer drove up and said, “Sorry, fellows, I have some bad news, the mule died last ni ght.”

Curtis and Leroy replied, “Well then, just give us our money back.” The farmer said, “Can’t do that. I went and spent it already.” They said, “Okay then, just bring us the dead mule.” The farmer asked, “What in the world are you going do with a dead mule?” Curtis said, “We are going to raffle him off.” The farmer said, “You can’t raffle off a dead mule.” Leroy said, “We shore can! Heck, we don’t have to tell anybody he’s dead!”

A couple of weeks later, the farmer ran into Curtis and Leroy at the Piggly Wiggly grocery store and asked, “What’d you fellows ever do with that dead mule?” They said, “We raffled him off like we said wew asgoin gt odo.”

Leroy said, “Shucks, we sold 500 tickets for $2 apiece and made a profit of $898.” The farmer said, “My word, didn’t anyone complain?” Curtis said, “Well, the fellow who won got upset. So we gave him his two dollars back.”

Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio, email Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, 513-367-4682.

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