As I walked out my door one morning early, the birds were singing and it was the most welcome sound I have heard in a long time. The snow is almost gone and in some spots the grass is almost as green as it was in the summer. Crocuses are blooming and have been even in the snow. Tulips and daff odils are up and before long will be sharing their glory with us!
Winter will be a memory and the complaints of ‘it is too hot’ will be heard throughout the land. Not me! Now the worry of flooding begins!
I have gotten by with one tank of propane as I have tried to stretch it. My house hasn’t been as warm as it has in previous winters, and I have enjoyed it being a little cooler as it seems I have been able to breathe a lot easier.
How many remember the old fireplaces that used to be in houses? Not the modern gas ones that are so clean. Sometimes I long for the taste of a potato thrown in the ashes and baked by hot coals. This would be a treat for us in the late evening after we had already had supper. Sometimes Daddy would get us a bag of marshmallows; this was a rare treat.
I don’t remember Daddy ever buying a soft drink for us kids nor seeing Daddy nor Mommy drinking one. We always had a water bucket and dipper if you got thirsty. Everyone drank from the same dipper.
When I think of drinking after someone now, it makes me feel nauseated. Back then you did it and never thought anything about it, be it family, friends or a stranger!
Larry Roark has a good point — this generation doesn’t know what a hand pump is, nor a dipper, a two-seater with a Sears catalog, or corncobs. They missed out on a great heritage. Sometimes I feel sorry for them. They don’t know nature, only television, video games, Ipods, computers, etc.
Larry has a Facebook site which I enjoy very much. I am sort of new to Facebook and I enjoy it very much as I enjoy my computer. But it doesn’t take the place of a beautiful sunset or sunrise, or a walk in the crisp fresh air.
Gwen Huff Farmer is almost completely recovered from her knee surgery and was able to go shopping with her friend.
Richard Day from Whitesburg has been in touch with Gwen for some time, and is very pleased to know of her being better. It is such a pleasure to talk to Richard; he and his wife Karen and family live in Virginia. Richard reads my column in The Mountain. Eagle.
Vickie Power and I went to the Coon Hunters Club on the outskirts of Hamilton. I usually enjoy going there, but this night I was tired and there was a huge crowd with too many small children on the small postagesized dance floor. When we weren’t dancing the children were left to run loose and do as they pleased. I don’t know if I will go back or not!
This is the first time I have ever seen this happen. I know I am getting old when I start complaining about children. I took my little sidekick Bennie Wiederhold one time, and I respected others too much to let him run around.
Vickie Power and I tried a new place. Eddie Roberts of Old Time Music has started a jam session. You might want to check this out, The Redman’s Club, 1719 University Blvd., Middletown. It is in a small strip mall and is between Save-A-Lot and is next to Salvation Army store. It is close to Route 4, and for information you can call Eddie Roberts, (513) 615-1330.
Just watch the curb in the parking lot. I am very glad it was dark when I made a grand departure as I caught my foot on the curb and took a hard fall, embarrassing myself. All I got was a cut on my index finger and a skinned knee. I am glad I wasn’t hurt. Eddie had walked out to smoke and he probably saw it all. Oh well just call me ‘Gracious Rose.’
I am glad my daughter Anna Nottingham wasn’t around as she would be laughing yet! I am just thankful I didn’t break a leg or my arm. I must say as I got out of bed I was sore. One of these days I won’t be so lucky.
My brother Richie Hall had laser surgery and his vision has improved. With Richie having diabetes, it affects his eyes.
Richie and Wanda made another fast trip to visit their daughter Crystal Caudill and grandsons. It was one of the boys’ birthdays. They slipped in so fast without letting me know they were this close; he better not do that again!
Eveda Ison is doing some better since her serious fall, but she still has a long way to go.
I talked to Poly Ann Maucher for a few minutes. Polly has been very ill with a cold.
My daughter, Kay Gray, is in New Port Ritchie Beach, Fla., and has been very ill with a virus while there.
Shirley Wells is so glad that it has finally gotten a little warmer so she can get out a bit. I know her grandson, Tyler, will want to go fishing before too long.
Willamae Boggs is still having to run to the doctor quite often. She had some lymph nodes removed in her legs and is still having some problems. I hope she is well quickly. Carl has been sort of under the weather himself. I hope they both are feeling better with the coming of spring.
Jessie Frazier is finally able to get out. I know he was getting cabin fever.
I talked to Ann Calihan. I am glad to say all the Calihan family is doing all right. Ann’s sister Evadean and her husband Lafe Marcum of West Virginia are still having a rough time. Please keep these two in your prayers.
We really don’t know when we are young what we will face as we get older. I know one thing, I will be glad when May gets here and I turn 65 so all this garbage will quit arriving in my mailbox about Medicare supplements. I have been marking an arrow and returning it to the sender, and now they are calling on the phone two and three times, plus sending emails on my computer. I don’t have a cell phone or I would probably be bothered on that too.
Hello to my pals in Taylor, Mich., Sadie Hayes and her sisters, Evelyn and Bertha Whitaker. Sadie, Richard Day says he remembers you.
Hello to Clarence and Arlyn Halcomb, this tidbit is for you, Clarence: Ron was almost 29 years old. Most of his friends were already married, while Ron just bounced from one relationship to the next. Finally a friend asked him, “What’s the matter, are you looking for the perfect woman? Are you that particular? Can’t you find anyone who suits you?”
“No,” Ron replied. “I meet a lot of nice girls, but as soon as I bring them home to meet my parents, my mother doesn’t like them. So I keep on looking!”
“Listen,” his friend suggested, “why don’t you find a girl who’s just like your dear ole mother?” Many weeks passed before Ron and his friend crossed paths again. “So, Ron, did you find the perfect girl yet, one that’s just like your mother?”
Ron shrugged his shoulders, “Yes, I found one just like Mom. My mother loved her, and they became great friends.”
“Excellent! So . . . are you and this girl engaged yet?”
“I’m afraid not,” Ron replied, “my father can’t stand her!”
Well, it is past time for me to get this on its way, I have a lot of things that need to be done and a short time to get them finished.
Until next time: Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@ aol.com, 513-367-4682.