How’s everything in your little corner of the world? It is a rather a chilly morning in the Harrison area. As I look across the hayfield in front of my house, everything is so luscious looking. I can hear the sound of Porter Wagoner singing ‘Green, Green Grass of Home’ echoing through my head.
Last spring Vickie Power and I did manage a fast trip to the mountains of eastern Kentucky, but it doesn’t look as if that is going to happen this year.
We had a couple of mornings of frost recently that almost looked like snow.
I went to the Coon Hunters Club after a little debating of to go or not to go. Evan Lanier & The Bluegrass Express were the featured band. Evan is only 12 years old and he is a master at any instrument he picks up.
It seemed as if I was a little too tired to dance as much as I would like to. No one knew the reason why I sat out a few dances and just watched two friends of mine, Alphine Stacy and Becky Tipton. I was very envious, and then something happened.
A young boy about the age of eight or nine years old came to take my hand asked me to dance with him. I would have danced with him even if I had known it would have been the last one ever.
I even managed to dance one dance with my special dance partner, Thelma Halcomb Brooks’s 15-year-old grandson, Benjamin. Ben is such a courteous young lad, and he has a trademark of wearing bibbed overalls. Ben doesn’t know this was also a favorite thing for me to wear until I got too big for my britches!
I am really glad there are places like the Coon Hunters Club people can go to that don’t serve alcoholic beverages.
Several years ago someone did tell me they thought I was either doing drugs or drinking, because they didn’t think anyone could work eight hours and then dance all evening like my friend Mary Key and I used to do. Dancing seems to take away all the stress and tenseness I am feeling. Music can be addictive I guess, because there was a time that I literally seemed to eat, drink and sleep with bluegrass music in my thoughts.
I don’t think I will be doing much dancing as I took a hard fall and injured my back again. I have been helping an 81-year-old man do some yardwork.
He has a pacemaker and won’t give up some things he shouldn’t be doing, so I helped with some landscaping timber. With my graceful way of doing things, I pulled on a log and my heel got caught on a spike. It threw me for a loop and I landed flat on my back, and heard my spine pop. I don’t know when I have felt such severe pain. I had to lie still for a minute, then pulled myself into a setting position. I was afraid to try to move my legs, afraid I was paralyzed. I finally got enough nerve to move my toes then my feet.
I know I should go to the hospital. I am going to wait a little while, and if the pain doesn’t go away I am going.
A day has gone by and the pain has subsided a little. I think I am going to go have an X-ray done.
My sympathy goes out to the Huff family in the loss of a family member who lives on Linefork. The woman was only 52 years old. Gwen Huff Farmer sent me an email about it.
Gwen is going to spend a weekend with her son Forest Farmer and his wife Sherry. Forest is a preacher and Gwen will get to hear him preach, and she will get to see another son, John Farmer
Her son Glen Farmer Jr. lives close to Gwen, and Glen’s son, Jamie Farmer, has moved a mobile home close to Gwen and his parents.
I have been meaning to ask you readers a question. Has anyone ever heard of a Huckster business or a Rolling Store?
My friend, Marlene Steuver, told me that her husband John Steuver’s grandparents had a Huckster business, meaning they sold groceries from a horse and wagon. Then as time passed he bought a truck and sold items from it.
Marlene said sometimes they would trade for diff erent things. It was so interesting to listen to her talk.
John’s uncle died recently at the age of 90-plus years. Marlene told me he still had the Huckster wagons in a barn.
I do remember my grandma Rosa Hall and mommy Ora Hall talk of pack peddlers back in the mountains going from house to house selling their wares.
People weren’t afraid back then to let these strangers stay at their homes overnight.
I recall as a young child that Grandma Hall lived in a place called Green Briar Hollow. There was a small cliff upon the mountainside, and I can remember Granny telling us not to go back in there because someone had killed a pack peddler and hid him in there. That could have been a tale to keep kids like me from crawling back in there.
Sometimes when it rained, there would be something red that showed on the ground, and Granny told us that was the spot where the pack peddler was killed.
I remember the man’s name that was supposed to have done the killing, but I’m not mentioning it. Does anyone who lived at Roxana back then remember hearing this story?
Carl and Willamae Boggs are still enjoying this beautiful weather. Carl is afraid Willamae is going to break her neck, or legs or arms getting to The Mountain
Willamae does have some serious problems with her bones, as they are very delicate. Willamae can move the wrong way and a bone can break.
I have only met Willamae two times in person, yet she feels as close to me as family. I think I’m going to move into their camper and they can take care of me part time, and maybe when I am not banged up I can be of some help to Willamae.
Carl likes to go to Dairy Queen, so he sure would have to bring me a banana split from there.
Seriously, I don’t really know how families can afford to get the kids ice cream any more. Oh what I would give for a cone from Halcomb’s Custard Stand at Isom. Did I say I am going to buy a new tent for a dress?
I guess if I just want and don’t buy, it won’t hurt me.
I very seldom buy ice cream. If I don’t keep it in the house then I am not tempted to eat it.
I received a very pleasant letter from Lisa Bush of Jenkins. Lisa is related to Thelma Halcomb Brooks, who lives in Hamilton.
Lisa asked me if I remembered her uncle Fitzhugh Halcomb, who was a janitor at Kingdom Come High School over 20 years. I do remember that name.
I also got a beautiful letter from Hattie Calihan Taylor, who lives in Warner Robbins, Ga. Hattie is a sister to Johnny Calihan.
I finally caught up with Polly Maucher, and found out that Eveda Ison is back at Shawnee Springs Nursing Home here in Harrison. Eveda is not doing very well at all.
I talked to my brother, Richie Hall, and told him of my latest fall, and he said he found a way to keep from falling; he isn’t getting off the couch.
Hello Jessie Frazier, have you got your camper fixed up for camping season yet?
Shirley Wells and her grandson will be planning a fishing trip before long.
Emma and Red Engle, I hope you are able to head for the mountains for Decoration Day.
Well, it is time to get this on its way.
Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@ aol.com telephone: 513-367-4682.