Hello everyone, are you enjoying these beautiful sunshiny days we are having? Now throw another log on the fire, pour that hot cup of coffee and let’s sit down and pretend.
How is everything in your little corner of the world? I hope everyone is staying warm, and please check on your neighbors if there’s any way possible during times like this.
I hate to hear of the destruction and hardship that the snowfall has caused so many.
For all you people who live in warmer climates like Florida and Arizona to name at least two, even though I complain and yes, I dread sometimes to get out, I wouldn’t trade places with you. The changing of each season is beautiful to me.
For those of you who have wonderful husbands, sometimes I might envy you, but that feeling doesn’t last very long either.
The same with those who have lots of money and luxuries that I will never know. Now I am not saying that I don’t wish I had a few extra dollars more at times. Especially now that my car has so many miles, before long I will have to manage to get another. I will cross that bridge when I get to it.
The Ohio Valley area has been hit with a record amount of snow. Harrison, Ohio, actually broke a record for the most snowfall.
Saturday was a winter wonderland as it started snowing very early, around 10 a.m. My son Keith Ballard went out to shovel snow. I laughed and said it wouldn’t do any good. Keith replied it was supposed to turn to rain and freeze, so he didn’t want to have to get in that mess.
As a young child in the mountains of eastern Kentucky, Grandma would tell us children to stand by the window, and say over and over, “Granny lost her featherbed.” It was supposed to make it snow faster.
As Keith was heading out the door, I asked him if he remembered me telling that to him and his siblings. Well, I begin to wish that Granny would somehow find that featherbed.
Late Saturday night, I thought about fixing some snow cream but I knew the cream would make me very sick, so I went to bed wanting the sweet, cold taste of a childhood memory once again. To me, snow cream is best from a fresh fallen snow.
Sunday night, I gave into temptation, and I scraped of the first layer, as it was about eight inches high on the railing of the small deck in the back of my house. Yes, I paid a price for it.
Before I made the trip to mountains for Blackey Days last October I was sort of wicked as I made a deal with Richard Caudill to do a little trading for some shucky beans. I really think I am the one who got the best end of this deal.
Saturday, I cooked shucky beans with several pieces of smoked jowl bacon, and while they were cooking, Keith got up and I fried bacon for his breakfast. Of course I mixed the bacon grease in the shucky beans. I almost got them too salty.
Later I fried cornbread, mashed potatoes and I don’t remember what else. I wasn’t sure if Keith would eat shucky beans since it had been years since he had eaten them. All I have to say on this subject is that I am going to have to do a little more trading when I go back to the mountains.
I am sure glad that Ricky enjoyed my book as he likes to read. I sure enjoyed the shucky beans.
Ricky sent me a picture of his old homeplace. He lives in my idea of heaven on earth, overlooking the valley below.
Betty Kelly lived there as a child and no wonder she has such fond memories, and I for one fully understand why Ricky feels at home and doesn’t want to leave. I can understand it helping to heal a broken heart or a tortured mind and soul.
I live in a flat location with a very busy road in front of my house. Sometimes I wish I was so far in the mountains I couldn’t see or hear traffic.
I will have to lose a little weight, get my Daisy Dukes out, and look out here comes Roly Poly. Oh heck, I still have another mess of shucky beans.
My sympathy goes to the family of Kenneth Eldridge of Milan, Ind. Kenneth and his wife Glenora are from the mountains I call home.
Glenora is a sister of a longtime friend, Bob Bryant of Harrison. Bob is formerly from Johnson Fork at Premium.
I talked to Clarence Halcomb’s son, Scott. I was under the impression that Clarence died on Feb. 14, when it was Feb. 12.
My home telephone has been giving me trouble so I don’t bother using it as I need it for Internet.
Scott had called me to tell me the sad news. I had never paid attention. Clarence was one year older than my mother.
I really don’t know what has happened to me, but being snowed in it seems I have found some peace of mind. The snow always makes me think of all the ugliness that it covers up, and reminds me of a smile that covers up so much sadness.
Ann Calihan and I were going to lie down and make snow angels, except we were afraid we couldn’t get back up.
Johnny and Ann are doing all right, or should I say trying to stay on their feet and stay warm.
Les and Pat are sticking pretty close to the house. Les was going to sell his snow blower, and James Ison told Les that he would even pay him extra to deliver it to Pine Creek.
Les is trying to sell snow. I am cheap and I will give this snow away free if someone wants to come get it.
Hello to Becky and Polly Hasty, I hope you are doing better.
Doyle and Betty Ison have been very sick for some time. Now their son Mike Ison has pneumonia.
I read some disturbing news in The Mountain Eagle of jailers with no jails, in fact it made the news in Cincinnati. I find this very disgusting. No wonder Kentucky is made fun of!
Well, it is past time to get this out. Stay warm.