Can you believe April is half over? There are flowers that are blooming that shouldn’t be in bloom for a month or more. My peonies have buds on them and as I recall these flowers usually don’t bloom until just before Memorial Day.
My lilacs are fading fast and I haven’t been home to enjoy them. There’s just the faint scent of fragrance.
I am back in my home and I will not be moved. It is nice to visit and better to get back in my own surroundings and as you know, there’s no place like home.
The few days I have spent at my daughter Kay Gray’s have been very enjoyable, but all good things have to come to an end. I am back where I belong.
I stayed in their little cottage and it was so pretty, everything is beautiful. I kept it as clean as she did. I made the bed the same way she did or close to it.
Kay took me shopping at Target and TJ Max then she stopped at Subway for a carry-out lunch. Kay is so busy as she has gone back helping her husband in their business. She loves to do landscaping and Kay is so multi-talented and can do anything that she sets her mind to, and she is so meticulous at it. Kay can work rings around some sorry men, whether it is yard work or what ever she undertakes to do.
Kay is like me as we could never stand a dog in the house and sure not a cat. Her son C.J. Gray and his wife Shannon live in Ocala, Fla., and have two small poodles mixed with something else. Somehow Kay ended up with a puppy from these dogs, and she named him Charlie. This dog was bound and determined that I would like him. I kept shooing him away from me so he wouldn’t get on my clothes and I sure didn’t want to touch him.
That dog somehow wrapped his paws around my wrist, and wouldn’t let go of my arm. He was wanting me to hold a toy so he could tug at it.
Sunday we went out to Kay’s at Brookville, Ind., and while there Kay tied Charlie to the porch post. I was shucking corn and had taken a cup of ice water with me. Charlie jumped up and I caught him trying to drink out of my straw, so out went cup, water and all.
I begin to get tired so I leaned back against the couch. Kay let him in the camper and all at once a black ball of fur came lunging at me and somehow I managed to pull up my knees and crossed my arms to keep that little squirt from landing directly on my incision.
No, I have not changed my mind about wanting dogs in my house, but I can see why someone can love them.
Hello to my brother Jerry and Mattie Hall and to some friends of theirs who read my column. If I get your names wrong, please forgive me because I wrote them on my granddaughter’s laptop computer and now I can’t pull it up on this one.
I believe one’s name was Linda, Stella, and I may be wrong but it seems like Nina.
Congratulations to Dawn Duncan on her success of going back to school and investing in her future. Dawn graduated from Ivy Tech College Lawrenceburg, Ind. Dawn is the wife of none other than one of my buddies, Frick or Frack Ison, whichever one Doug Ison is!
There’s a new venue for bluegrass music in Brookville, Ind. called Watch Center. I do not know the complete name nor address. It is the first Saturday of each month at 6 p.m.
Polly Maucher and Betty Gulley have gone there two different times and Polly says it is great place to go.
For all my friends who live anywhere near northern Kentucky, I have a huge favor to ask each of you. Saturday, May 5, please come to Richwood Opry located at the Richwood Flea Market exit. Larry Efaw & Bluegrass Mountaineers along with Alex Leach and several others will be there. Doors open at 6 p.m., and Larry Efaw & Bluegrass Mountaineers play at 7 p.m.
Bluegrass Mountaineers are a family band, with dad, son, grandson, and now great-grandson, and they are from Akron. I am proud to call this band personal friends of mine.
For information, get in touch with Gary Strong of Richwood Opry, or myself later when my brain power is working and I will try to give you more information as I do not know the price of admission.
Old Time Fiddlers will be Sunday, May 6, at Miamitown, in the basement of the Miamitown Fire Department, from 1 to 4 p.m. Refreshments are available and a $1 donation is accepted to help with stamps, food, etc.
Old Time Fiddlers is an acoustic organization that does not have electric instruments. At one time Old Time Fiddler’s was a huge event. It has been in existence over 30 years.
When Joe Farwick died, since I had volunteered to help Joe, and when his wife Molly Farwick suffered a stroke, the full responsibility fell on my shoulders. I am the newsletter editor, and I also go early and set up tables, chairs, and prepare for the event. The club furnishes beverages and snacks free. Sometimes members or guests will bring a covered dish.
Since this is May Day we are having a picnic inside, with barbecue sandwiches.
My brother Richie Hall is starting to feel a little better. Richie is waiting for results from a scan. As I have often said, if everyone had a wife as good as my sister- inlaw Wanda Hall, this world would be a far better place to live.
Richie is a good husband to her, but he is my little brother and I know all too well that he probably isn’t the best person in the world to live with. Oh by the way, Wanda, read your paper then hide it.
Gwen Huff Farmer had her son come to visit and, Gwen, I am sorry, my brain isn’t functioning right now. I think it was John and they went fishing.
Shirley Wells, as quick as I can you and I will have a long conversation.
My daughter Anna and Scott Nottingham, along with Sarah, Jessica, Katelyn and boss man Kyle, just returned home from a week’s stay at Cape Coral, Fla. Kyle had fallen just before they left and almost got a black eye. While there he stumbled and his lower teeth went through his little lip and he lost quite a bit of blood.
My daughter Angie Wiederhold picked me up at Kay’s and we took my little sidekick Bennie Wiederhold, who is five years old now, to Miami Whitewater Park, and did he have a ball playing in the sand, running and just enjoying being a little boy.
Angie was getting Bennie out of the child swing and somehow the hard plastic swing hit her in the head. I didn’t know this had happened, and I asked Angie if Bennie was alright. Angie quickly replied, “Yes he is, but I am not!”
The hard plastic hit her small headband so hard it broke it, and left a raised place on her head.
I have a doctor’s appointment with my heart surgeon and I have to get ready. My friend Vickie Power is going to drive me.
I hope I will be released so I can drive myself. I have a lot of things I want to do.
Thanks once again for all your prayers, cards phone calls and any kindness you have shown me.
Oma Hatton, I love you, my special friend, and Billy, you too.
Emma Engle, happy anniversary to you and Red. It seems I recall, but if I am wrong just consider it early for next year.
So until next time: Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, telephone: 513-367-4682 email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com.