Greetings and blessings to all. I awoke and looked out to see a big frost. The yard was white. Our first one this year for our area was Oct. 22.
I sure dread the bad, cold, winter weather. Staying in the house is bad to have to do, but I thank God for a warm place to have. I can remember when we were living in a cold home, only a stove. It had no ceiling at first when the men got the house built.
My dad worked at Lynch Coal Company, and he got some men to build the house. My brother and I would get up on the ceiling boards and lay. It was warm up there. Mom cooked on a coal and wood cook stove. It kept that room warm, so she stayed warm.
They finally got the fireplaces built and the ceiling in. The walls were papered with big, wide sheets of blue paper, and they put it up with silver-colored brads with tacks in them. The outside walls were planks and had strips over the cracks. It was somewhat warmer then, but still cold in the night when the fire died down. We had featherbeds on the beds and quilts to keep us warm.
We had the sweetest, loving mother that we could have. She worked every way to keep us warm and fed. She cooked and sewed to keep us fed, and made quilts to keep us warm.
Our dad went to work every day to have money to buy food and clothing and helped her to have gardens to raise food when he had a day off.
Well, I finally got one of my great-grandbabies. Our granddaughter had her son on the third of October. He weighted a little over five pounds. Then he had to go back to the hospital. He got jaundice and the doctor wanted him back in the hospital. He got better in a few days and got to come back home. He’s doing better now.
They named him after my oldest brother (Jack Dempsey). We lost Jack in a motorcycle accident when he was only 28 years old. Oh! What an awful thing it was to hear. He was a very handsome young man, and was married and had two daughters. Mary was his wife, and the daughters were Teresa and Peggy Darlene. Mary died eight years later, and Emory, my brother, kept them for awhile, and Cassie Gibson and her husband went to Indiana and kept them for awhile.
Then Teresa came and stayed with Don and Judith Disney for a while, then slipped off and went to Louisville and stayed at a big carnival. She was sick with almost pneumonia, and a boy that worked there took her in and got her some medications, and she got better and they got married and had two daughters — Carry and Wendy. Carry lives in Louisville and Wendy lives in Oklahoma, where her dad lives. Theresa lived in Florida the last I heard.
Her husband died a few years ago, and her daughter Carry has tried several times to get her to come to live with her, but she won’t agree to come. We don’t know if the Michael hurricane got near her. She lived on the panhandle someplace. We never do hear from her. Well, we will change the subject.
Oct. 23 was my 89th birthday. My boys got together and we had a big picnic-style cookout out in my front yard. We built a big bonfire and roasted wieners and brats, had chili, and I fried onions for the hotdogs. (That was good.) We had chips, drinks and birthday cake. David, Denise, their daughter Lauren and her son Grant, Daniel, Randy and my cousin Bruce Jones were there.
We enjoyed the whole evening together. Don and Judith Disney didn’t get to come over. My sister Georgia was feeling sickly and didn’t feel like coming over.
I was so thrilled for them to do that. Daniel worked hard most all evening, getting the place ready. He cleaned out the pond.
I got ready to start digging out the dirt where I wanted it to be. We got it dug and put cement all around it and in the bottom, and leveled it out like a real pond should be.
Then my husband Claude painted it with a light blue paint to keep it from leaking. We went down to the Linefork Creek to gather big rocks to build a mound to put a hose in up through the center of the mound. Then we put an old-fashioned hand pump with a hose in it so the water could come through it and run down to the pond.
We got an electric pump from the creek to the hose and pumped water to the pond. It did good. My aunt Jane and Uncle Sam Cornett gave me the hand pump. We got cement statues to place around the pond, and elves and frogs. It was very pretty. We also had a boy and girl, kidding.
We kept it a long time, then just let it go. It’s still good to have for picnic purposes.
Randy and I went to Blackey Days on Saturday evening for a while. I got to see some of my cousin’s children. One was my cousin Homer Campbell’s daughter. I had never seen some of them before. She was very pretty and I talked a little bit with her. I told her about sitting with him at the hospital in Whitesburg, and I bought him a Teddy bear. He loved it.
He made his wife take it home, afraid someone would get it. He passed away just a few days later.
I always loved him. He was so good to us children. His dad was my mom’s brother, Uncle Cooley Campbell.
Homer and I were in the hospital together with Uncle Cooley. He seemed to be resting pretty well, and Homer needed to go home out at Craft’s Colly to do something.
I told him to go on while Uncle was resting. I left also and I got home and got a call from my cousin that Homer got called back real soon, that his dad had woke up really bad sick. He died before Homer got back to him. It was so hard for us all.
Then not long after that Homer got real sick over his problems. That’s when I went to sit with him. He loved his Teddy bear and I was so hurt over losing him.
He used to come to our house at Lynch where we lived. He played the guitar for us kids. My brother Jack was younger than me and we would get out Mom’s old tin long-handled skillets and act like we were playing guitars.
We both wanted to be Homer. It was strange how we fussed over who got to be Homer.
I only went the one Saturday to Blackey Days, the last day it was open. They had a great time they said.
Then on Friday after that, Randy took me to Campbell’s Branch. It was good. I just watched and listened to the music. I saw Rose Ballard there. She loves to dance and she is good at it.
This past weekend, my son Daniel took us to an auction at Jeremiah. It drizzled rain, so we didn’t stay too long.
We went to Isom to the restaurant and ate dinner. I paid for it, and lost $36. I must have dropped it at a booth where we sat. Oh well! That’s the way it goes. So I’ll be more careful next time.
If someone found my money, please send it back to me. I am an 89-yearold widow woman, and I sure need it. God will bless you if you will. Send it to: Bonnie Ingram, Box 14972 HWY 160, Linefork, KY 41833.
These awful killings in the last few weeks are terrible. The man who went into that church in Pittsburgh and took the precious lives of those older people is kin to Satan. How can he live with himself?
And the pipe bomb man. He must hate the Democrats awful bad. He is a sick, deranged person to do that. I hope he has his bad day in life like the other man. They are bad, bad people to hate so bad.
Sometimes it becomes scary in our area. Strange things happen and it causes fear. Someone broke into the old homeplace of Wesley Roark. I don’t know what they did, but it was a bad thing. Andy Colman Roark’s home has been ransacked also; it is terrible for people to destroy.