Hello again from the flatlands! There’s a saying that keeps repeating in my head this morning. You never let a bully win!
Sometimes you have to become evil, when someone decides to treat you bad. Evil rears its ugly head, like a two-headed dragon! Better to be smacked upside the head with the truth than kissed with a lie. Both sting but I would still choose to know the truth
It is rainy morning as I begin write this column. As I’ve so often said, grab a beverage and let’s sit down for a few minutes of conversation. Sometimes I really get a hankering for a hot cup of coffee, knowing I can’t drink it. Telling me that I can’t do something is like trying to convince someone that water isn’t wet!
When it comes to my health, especially eating or drinking something that I know is going to make me more ill than I am already, I have learned in the past year and half to leave certain foods and beverages alone.
You might say I have learned to eat to live, not live to eat. The craving for a good cheeseburger, preferably homemade, gets so strong that I am often tempted to eat one.
Then I recall last October while I was at Blackey Days I gave into temptation and tried to eat a few bites when I returned to Whitesburg Motel. After eating a small bit of a cheeseburger I thought I was going to have to go to the ER at Whitesburg Hospital. That is the last time I’ve tried that trick.
My daughter Angie Wiederhold makes the best pot roast. Sometimes Angie forgets and calls me to see if I want some. No, I don’t want some, I want the whole thing, but I have to say I better not.
When I was in the mountains during March, we stopped at Isom for breakfast. It is not much fun watching someone eat, but since I had taken my medicine I decided to try a couple of eggs and a piece of toast.
I was all right until I got to Hazard, and once again food decided it didn’t like me. One thing about stopping at Isom it is always so nice to see Cuma Jean, or Jean as she is called there.
As I look across the hayfield it is so beautiful as the grass is really green here. It won’t be long until it is grass-cutting time.
My thoughts are returning to the hills I call home, wondering if the sudden drop in the temperature has killed the redbuds that were starting to bloom in March and the forsythias. I bet the daffodils are gone by now.
Maybe there will be some spring blooms waiting just for me to come back to see. At least I was fortunate to see what spring looks like this year.
Carcassonne Community Center Square Dance will be held on April 8 from 6 to 9 p.m. with music by Sunrise Ridge. Refreshments and souvenirs will be for sale, so for an evening of good entertainment please come out. I hope there will be someone there kind enough for me to dance at least one dance with. Maybe I will be able to find it and can get there on time to enjoy the entire dance. Weather permitting, I may be the first one to be there when the door opens as I am really looking forward to this event.
Mike and Marcia Caudill really give a lot of their time to keep Carcassonne Community Center going. I will never forget how good it was to have Mike, Marcia and Ricky there for me during the incident that happened on Johnson Fork Rd.
There’s a magazine called Modern Mountain that I dearly love. It is published four times a year. While I was down home I picked up the winter issue and put it in my suitcase. Later, I was putting a few things in my suitcase and found my magazine.
It was such a surprise to see Mike Caudill’s name three times in it. I really enjoyed reading Mike’s article called “The Hinge.” It sort of made me think that as we get older we tend to feel we have lost our value. Then when someone needs us we regain the strength for the purpose to keep going on.
Has anyone started a garden yet? I bet there are a few who have peas planted and possibly lettuce sowed and a few onions planted. When I was growing up, Mom would always try to scratch up a spot of ground on Feb. 14, to sow a lettuce bed. If the garden had been plowed she would plant peas that you break up like green beans.
While I was in the mountains I tried to find a place that was selling green beans and peas so I could bring some back to Betty Ison, with no luck. Betty’s cousin sent her some by mail. That was so thoughtful.
I went to see Doyle and Betty as I had taken them something they can’t get here locally. I was just in time to help Betty break the peas and green beans after driving four hours then another half hour to their house.
While stringing and breaking green beans, I felt all the cares wash away, as if a load had been lifted off my shoulders. A feeling of relaxation came over me that I haven’t felt in some time. I miss a garden yet I know I am not able to work in it. I thought of sowing some lettuce and putting a few onions out.
I can’t digest it so why fool with it? Maybe when someone is eating fresh produce from their garden they will think of me and take a bite for me.
Happy birthday to my daughter Angie Wiederhold on March 23, and to my son Keith on March 29. My great-grandson Christian Gray was two years old on March 20.
Happy 25th anniversary to Mike and Valerie Ison, who are the parents of James, John and Vena.
Vena’s son Kooper has been ill again with his stomach. My heart goes out to her. When my grandson Kyle Nottingham was about a month old, he had corrective surgery for his digestive system as he couldn’t keep any formula down.
Kyle is a healthy fiveyear old now, and you would never know he was ever sick. You feel so helpless when it is such a tiny baby that is sick.
Oma Hatton, I hope you are doing good and enjoying this nice weather. Les and Pat Wagner are on the mend, and on Sunday they were able to attend church. If all goes well Monday evening I may be able to spend a few hours with Les and Pat, along with Becky and Kelly.
Tony Hale and Blackwater Band will be at Haddix Hall, which is in the same building as Hunter Pizzeria. Tony Hale and Blackwater were at Coon Hunter’s Music a couple of weeks ago. The weather was sort of bad and I was sick so I decided not to go. Did I ever miss a great show? Tony had a special guest, Marvin Davis, who played the fiddle.
Had I know that Marvin would be playing, I would have forgotten about being sick, and might have braved the freezing rain that I was so scared of.
I haven’t been to visit Johnny and Calihan in awhile as their daughter Sue Wagner was spending time with her parents and I didn’t want to intrude.
Sunday, my granddaughter Jodi Gray invited me to have lunch with her. I awoke very sick again, so we changed our plans. Guess we will be looking for someplace that I can get a bowl of soup.
I’ve never ridden on a bull, but you can sure hear a lot of bull when you take time to listen.
Sorry this column isn’t very interesting.
Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, Ohio 45030.