Grab a cup of your favorite beverage, sit down and let’s chat for a bit. Well, spring slipped in for a few beautiful days and Old Man Winter got jealous and slipped right back in, giving us a touch of snow to go along with the beautiful flowers. I must admit this was a beautiful snow as it covered the Austrian and blue spruce trees.
However please wait until next December as I am sure everyone has seen enough of winter.
Oh well it won’t be long, maybe six months, and everyone can complain how hot it is! Just please don’t complain around me.
I hope everyone had a happy Easter. I thought about going to church Easter Sunday, and then decided not to. I haven’t been lately and there’s no use being a hypocrite. How someone can go do the things they do, go to church with someone other than their mate by their side, is beyond me!
I am sorry with so much sadness going on in the world. I don’t seem to find too much joy in anything.
Every time you turn on the television or the computer there’s tragedy and sorrow. Oh how my heart aches to see and hear those blessed parents losing their children in that ferry accident.
Then the plane that disappeared, and the fiery bus crash.
I had a wonderful conversation that took me back in memory lane.
I do not know this woman personally, yet I remember so much as a child growing up in Roxana.
Sharon is a niece of Glenora Eldridge, and cousin of Gary Eldridge, Betty Kelly, and a thousand other people. I can remember all of Manuel and Laura’s family coming to the store, Amburgey’s, which Jr. and Bernice Adams owned at Roxana. The whole family was a beautiful looking family, and always so nice.
I bet Michael Adams doesn’t remember that I chipped my lower teeth on his head while we were playing basketball at Mill Branch School.
While chatting with Sharon, I thought of Sally Amburgey Hampton. I knew her and her husband Charles, and his parents Nelse and Neil Hampton when I was a child, Kingdon and Rachel Frazier and their kids, Hiram and Nora Frazier just to name a few.
Some time later my brain wouldn’t shut down, and memories of time spent with my mother came drifting in.
Mommy would talk about her childhood on Big Branch, and all the people who lived there, like Jim and Cannie Whitaker and their large family. Mommy talked about Aunt Frankie Akemon, and Juanita Cornett was a good childhood friend. I remember the name of Woodard and Rhodie Foutch, and of course my great-grandparents, Will and Nance Coots, and Harlan Hollins, and then there was the special family on Paces Branch, the Nora Calihan family.
What sort of puzzles me is, after Mommy married my daddy, I never remember any of these people ever visiting or being in touch with Mommy as she made Daddy and us kids her entire life.
Hattie Calihan Taylor would write Mom occasionally.
Actually I only remember Mommy going to visit one friend, and that was Delores Calihan Fields who lived down the road from Roxana.
Nora Calihan was like a second mother to my Mom, yet they never visited each other after Mom was married and raising us kids.
A couple of years ago someone thought they were telling me something I didn’t know as she mentioned my grandpa Ben Adams used to bootleg whiskey. Mommy even told me about that, and as a matter of fact Mommy laughed and said that when she and her sister Nora were very young they would take a zinc jar lid, pour out that much whiskey, and the two would drink it, then pour the same amount of water back in it.
When someone starts telling things that happened a hundred years ago, I be- lieve they should check to see if there are skeletons in their closet.
Enough of my rambling from my childhood.
This is a very hard time for me as my sister Loretta Church died one year ago April 21. I didn’t get to go to the cemetery when she was buried as I locked my keys in my car and had no way to get there.
At least I know I have a clear conscience and can say I never stole a thing or took a thing from my sister. I tried to do all I could for her. The same with my brothers Wallace Lee and Richie.
Vicki Power and I took a ride to Cincinnati then to Aurora, Ind., supposedly to look at a lawnmower that is key started.
I also needed a vacuum cleaner, which I bought, and then would you believe that we forgot to look at the lawnmowers?
On the way home I took a different route. It was so beautiful with the tulips in people’s yards blooming along with daffodils and so many white trees blooming.
Margie Caudill tells me that dogwoods and redbuds are in full bloom in the mountains.
I had intended to be there for Easter weekend, but it wasn’t meant to be.
Sunrise Ridge Band played at Summit City, and I wanted to see them.
Please keep my cousin Beverly Adams in your prayers, along with her husband Jeff and my sweet cousin Jack, whom I adore.
Les and Pat Wagner, along with Larry and Becky Hasty spent Easter in the mountains. How dare they sneak off and leave me? I am so glad they got away together, as Larry sure has been having it rough for such a long time.
Hello James and John Ison, although you are teenagers, I hope you got at least one piece of candy from the Easter Bunny.
Doyle and Betty Ison spent a quiet Easter at home, though most of their family stopped by. Betty and I had a good conversation and as always we ended up talking and laughing until my phone went dead.
I received some disturbing news as a dear friend Shirley Wells has died. Please remember her family in your prayers.
Hello to my brother Jerry and Mattie Hall.
It is time to get this on its way. Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, Ohio 45030, email Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, telephone: 513- 367-4682.