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Gwen Huff Farmer home from vacation

Hello again everyone!

Is it hot enough for you? Alan Jackson sings a song, “It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere.” Well, it must be snowing somewhere!

It isn’t as hot here in the Harrison area as it is in other places. Now look who is complaining.

Gwen Huff Farmer is home from her vacation, and what a delightful time she had with her son John, Sonya and their young son, Grant Farmer.

Gwen tells me they caught 234 bluegill! Can you imagine cleaning that many fish?

Gwen got to visit with her late husband Glen Farmer’s family. A good time was had by everyone.

Gwen’s son Glen Farmer Jr. spent a couple of days in the hospital. I hope he is feeling better by now.

It seems there’s always sadness or aggravation everywhere you turn.

My sweet friend Willmae Boggs had a setback again and spent a few days in the Whitesburg hospital. Please keep Willamae in your prayers that she will soon be fully recovered.

Carl Boggs sure is holding up well in this hot weather, going to and from the hospital.

I don’t think I have ever met a more devoted couple than Willamae and Carl. I have never met their son David in person, but I did speak to him on the telephone when I called to see about Willamae. David sounds as nice as his parents.

I had a very pleasant call from a lady named Jewel. I am sorry I didn’t catch her last name, but she is a cousin to Carl Boggs. Jewel is interested in my book ‘The Beauty of a Rose.’

Once again, I really appreciate all the nice compliments on my book. I still have a few copies available.

I was told that someone really enjoys my column in The Mountain Eagle. I write from my heart, and it is like sitting down with me and having a conversation. I enjoy writing whether it is this column or whatever, writing comes natural to me.

Someone taught me the art of copy and paste on the computer, a very simple thing and so wonderful as I can write then go back and insert where things should be. So now my secret is out. Actually I work to make my column interesting to you readers; without you there would be no column.

When comments are made to me by Clarence Halcomb that he is amazed how well I write without having gone to college or taken a course in journalism, needless to say it plumb tickles me pink.

I am nothing special, yet it makes me feel special by everyone’s kind words.

Johnny and Ann Calihan have some very special guests as Ann’s brother Hubert and his wife Ann are visiting them from North Carolina Their brother Bill Ison and his wife Jean were at Ann and Johnny’s also when I called to see how they were getting along.

Bill and Jean Ison live at Mt. Carmel, Ind., or in that vicinity, though I am not really sure where they live! Jean is a sister to Polly Maucher and to Frick and Frack!

Don’t forget to mark your calendar for Letcher County Day at the Community Center at 300 George Street in Harrison, on Sept. 25. Please bring a covered dish and your own beverage. No alcohol please. This is a family event.

If all goes as planned, there will be music and the only thing is there’s a catch to the group playing; they wanted to know if we could feed them. There are five of them, so could we add a little extra to the dish. They are bringing their own beverages.

I hope Larry Roark and his son Timmy will come by again.

Berma Matthews, would you please come and bring your gingerbread?

I am still trying to convince my brother Richie and Wanda to come out that weekend.

I am really looking forward to this as I can use some good fellowship and a break from everyday life.

Richie enjoyed a couple of days of pure joy as their air conditioning went down. Richie freezes all the time. Wanda was in misery. It was finally fixed, thank to Mark Roark.

This is the first time I have been grateful that I have air conditioner, though it is just a small one in the living room. I am still having difficulty breathing.

As bad as I hate to, I am starting a very rigid diet. I need to get rid of a few pounds and maybe that will help. So Larry Roark, I will be skipping reading about your delicious food you post on Facebook. If I ate what he does I would be a lot fatter than I am.

I went to my favorite hangout, the Coon Hunters Club on the outskirts of Hamilton. The music was good, but it was lacking Marvin Davis and that awesome fiddle. No matter who is there Marvin just adds to the place.

I will be getting some clippings of Marvin’s irises that I enjoyed so much in the spring. If I was an artist that could draw or paint, I would do a painting from the memory that lingers in my brain of the colors of these plants I enjoyed so much. I hope I have as much luck growing these as he does.

I can still see the pretty crepe myrtle trees in the yard at Roxana when I was there a couple of weeks ago.

Another misplaced hillbilly, Bob Akemon, who makes his home in Indiana, called me. Bob’s cousin Less Combs died. Less was married to Ann Calihan’s cousin Doris. My sympathy goes to his family.

Our mother Ora Hall knew the twins, Little and Less Combs when they were young.

Sunday was Old Time Fiddlers at Miamitown, and we had a good crowd and the music was very good. Roger Huron was there, and this is another magnificent musician. Roger plays the fiddle, guitar, mandolin and banjo, and he plays a wonderful claw hammer, drop-thumb, or whatever the proper term.

I was in for a surprise when Bill Profitt walked in; it was nice seeing Bill again.

I stopped to see my little sidekick Bennie Wiederhold, and he wanted to give me a kiss except I was the one doing the kissing. He turned his little face for me to kiss his cheek, and then the other side, and then his forehead and his chin. He then raised his shirt, wanting me to kiss his belly. I placed my lips against his belly, making a noise, and he said “Mommy! Mommaw spit on my belly.” Now that really made me laugh.

Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.

I did a trick at Angie’s. I locked my purse in the car with the keys in it once again. This is getting to be a habit with me, or so it seems.

Each time I get in my car and it is hot I think of the little children who have died from being left in a hot car. How anyone can treat a child like this? Then I can’t understand how anyone can mistreat even an adult.

Hello Emma and Red Engle, try to find a shade tree and sit under out of this heat.

Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some sort of battle.

Well, it is time for me to get this on its way so until next time.

Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email Bluegrassmama4@ aol.com, 513-367-4682.

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