Whitesburg KY

Fall has been in the Ohio Valley air

Southern Ohio

Hello again, everyone!

Where has the summer gone? Fall has been in the air for several days in this portion of the Ohio Valley area. No I am not ready for this, no matter how beautiful autumn colors are.

It is so hard for me to adapt as I can look across the hayfield and see the trees starting to change from the beautiful green color to a lighter shade as only God and Mother Nature can do.

It seems for some reason this has been a short summer to me. As the days grow shorter, I am not ready for this each time of the year as I know fall is even shorter and then the long, never-ending winter months.

For me to complain is like people complaining about how hot or how cold the weather is. Complaining is like worrying, occupies too much of your time when there’s nothing you can do about it.

Did you miss my column last week? It seems that I completely forgot to send it after I had written it, as I received the news of my cousin Gracie Widner passing away.

Gracie has fought that horrible C word for several years. The last two years or more she has been in whatever stage four of cancer. Gracie surprised the doctor by living this long.

No matter how long of a life, you aren’t ready to give up a loved one.

If all mothers had children to love them as much as Gracie’s did, this world would be wonderful. Her daughters and husband George did everything possible to make Gracie comfortable to the very last second of her journey here on earth.

I just wish I had this in my own personal life.

No matter how I tried this trip to the mountains that I call home, it seems I couldn’t find the joy that I usually do. With COVID being at such a high stage, I didn’t go as much as I would have liked.

I spent a lot of time sitting on the small deck at the Cavalry Campus, enjoying the serene beauty that surrounds the place. I wish I had listened to Jim Cornett several years ago when he first told me about this place.

Billy and Sue want me to come to their new place. It has an upstairs balcony, and I would have a room and upstairs by myself.

Mike and Marcia Caudill have so graciously invited me to stay at their beautiful home, Now I must say, with the balcony it is so tempting, no traffic and an oh the beautiful view of the mountains. I just can’t bring myself to stay anywhere, As I’ve often said, I am so restless at night.

Mike and Marcia have an apple tree that has the best apples that I’ve ever tasted. It is an old-fashioned Golden Delicious, I think. No, not like the kind of Golden Delicious you get in a store. This is the first time in a few years it has apples, and Mike and Marcia made sure to pick me apples.

Marcia made sure that I have shucky beans to fix for Thanksgiving dinner to share with Ann Calihan, plus extra to fix before too long to share with Johnny and Ann.

I stopped for just a few minutes as their son Matt and his wife and children were visiting. I didn’t want to intrude.

Friday morning, I had an appointment to see Tommy Tindell at Letcher Manor. It was a window visit. I received some information that concerned me for the safety of Tommy. There were several staff members at Letcher Manor who had COVID, along with a few residents. I was informed the staff members weren’t working, and the patients were quarantined in an area.

Tommy is on oxygen, and of course with other health issues. He is confined in bed as no one gets him up in his wheelchair. It was a hard decision for me to make as I enjoy spending 15 minutes talking to him. I didn’t want to take a chance of him coming in contact with anyone. I plan to make another trip before cold weather.

Hello to Buddy and Bernice Grubb, and their grandson Mike. I spent a few minutes with Bernice. Of course I came home with a beautiful floral arrangement for my door.

If you see me wearing tight-fitting jeans, blame it on Bernice as she shared banana bread and pumpkin roll with me. Yes, I ate a little and, yes, it hurt. I will say the pain was worth it this time.

Thanks to my niece, Sue Hall, and Billy, we accomplished something. Sue walked partway up the hill towards the cemetery at Blackey to see if she could drive Billy’s truck there, but the road was too bad. Sue walked back to tell Billy how bad it was, then asked me if I wanted to try walking it.

We got to the top of the hill. There was a road to the left, and a fenced-in cemetery straight up a steep embankment. I called Jack Adams and, much to my surprise, he answered his phone, telling me to go to the left.

Now getting up to the graves was sort of steep. Sue had to hold my hand, and I walked with my cane and made it up, to see each grave. My grandmother Betty Barton, step-grandpa John Barton, two of my uncles Boyd and Charles Barton, and two more uncles Ted and Elmer Adams are all in the same cemetery This is the first time I have ever been there.

Jack knew that Boyd Barton was his grandpa, however he didn’t realize that his great-grandmother and great-grandpa along with his uncles were there. Jack walks up that steep hill carrying a Weedeater and gas to keep the graves cleaned off.

If my cousin Sue feels she is able to do some walking, I will go again.

Billy almost cut his foot off in a freak accident and he had to sit in the truck while Sue and I walked to the cemetery. Everything was fine until a frog scared Sue.

Call me crazy, I enjoyed the walk even though I had to stop every little bit to catch my breath.

Debby Polly had advised me not to try to find this cemetery alone. There is no way I would attempt this by myself.

There are a couple more cemeteries I want to visit before winter. One is the cemetery close to Nora Frazier’s old homeplace on Kingscreek where my grandpa Alec Hall, my aunt Opal Hall Young, and my infant sister and brother are buried.

If I can find it, someplace high on the mountainside, close to where Hayes or Hassel Stamper lived, there’s a cemetery. My uncle Lee Hall, and two of my aunts are buried there. This is one place that I may never be able to get to.

I can’t go square dancing, I may as well take up mountain climbing with a cane!

Saturday morning, I went to Oxford Farmers Market to hear Warren and Judy Waldron perform. This was the most relaxed I had felt all week.

Saturday evening, Vickie Power, Terrie Heilman and I ventured to Opry Barn at Metamora, Ind., to see Ma Crow & Co. Ma, Margie Drees & Vicki Abbott put on a splendid show.

Sunday, the Rabbit Hash String band was performing at the Simon Kenton Festival at Maysville. Vickie Power was feeling bad, so I ventured there by myself. It is a beautiful ride on AA highway. Winter is going to be here in a couple of months, and I am going to make hay while the sun shines.

Tommy Tindell, I will try to visit you when I get back to the mountains before too long.

I have an important date tonight so I have to get busy,

Until next time.

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