Hello again everyone! Are you enjoying the fact that summer has officially arrived? At least during the day for a little while in the local Ohio Valley area.
It has been very nice early in the morning except is too chilly for me to enjoy my favorite pastime for a little bit without using a cover. As I watch the birds coming for their breakfast, I am serenaded by the wonderful sound of their singing.
For some reason other people seem to be seeing more of different kinds of birds than we are getting at the bird feeder.
My son Keith Ballard hung two red vintage glass birdfeeders to the top rail of the stand he made for my iron pot to attract hummingbirds. He bought a bottle of liquid, and so far a couple of hummingbirds have appeared.
Keith changed the liquid in the containers after a couple of days. One evening as I sat on the porch swing I caught a fleeting glimpse, and sure enough a lone hummingbird appeared for a few seconds flitting from one feeder to the other. I can only hope that a few more show up.
There are times when I am outside I can hear one bird sing, then another one from a distance will sing also.
Which is always is a reminder of a time I enjoyed a visit to Oma Hatton. As we sat in her yard we were enjoying listening to the birds. Oma said, “Rose, listen close,” as one bird started singing. There was silence for a second, then sounds from another bird a short distance away.
Oma explained that they were talking to each other. To me it is a priceless memory. I will always treasure our friendship.
Wednesday, Vickie Power and I sat out on a short adventure to Whites Flea Market, close to Brookville, Ind. This was a wasted trip, except Vicki and I got some much-needed exercise. I had to be careful to not stumble on the gravel.
A few had the motorized scooters or whatever they are called. I call them dangerous, as a few drivers don’t watch what they are doing. All they are caring about is looking at the items.
One woman almost ran into Vickie, then she backed up and came with an inch of running into me. So help me, she got off the scooter with the help of her companion and squeezed into a small space that I wouldn’t fit through, leaving the scooter blocking so no one else couldn’t get around. By that time Vickie and I decided to get the heck out of Dodge.
Vickie and I have tried a couple of times to get to the cemetery where Doyle and Betty Ison are laid to rest. Route 350 always seems to be closed. The only other way is to go through Milan, Ind. from my direction, which is a good distance to back track to the cemetery.
Since the trip to the flea market wasn’t successful, Vickie and I began another adventure. As we traveled on 350 we encountered a road sign saying residents only. I was bound and determined I was finishing what we set out to do, hoping a police officer didn’t stop me.
We found the cemetery and Doyle’s and Betty’s graves, and I pulled a few weeds at Betty’s headstone. As Vickie and I stood there talking I could almost hear Betty’s laughter and see Doyle’s smile. This may sound strange, but instead of feeling depressed, I had a light feeling in my heart and soul.
With Betty’s passing, I not only lost a friend I lost someone I loved like a sister, and I loved Doyle the same way. I also know the feeling was mutual. Their son Randy was like another family member. I wasn’t around their son Mike as much as Randy.
Several years ago Betty and I became acquainted as she and Doyle subscribed to The Mountain Eagle. Betty read my column the first minute she received the paper. I would write about going to listen to music, so she came to an event to meet me. We became friends immediately and it continued almost 20 years.
Vickie Power is another friend that feels as close as a sister. Vickie has seen me at my worse. Anyone who will stand beside your hospital bed when you are heaving so hard you can be heard down the hallway, and will hand you a cold cloth, or make sure a nurse brings you a warm blanket when you are chilling so bad you shake the bed, is a good friend.
Vickie would either take me to the hospital when I was able to travel, or follow the squad.
During my lifetime I have been blessed with so many true, loving friendships, which I have always tried to be a friend also and help any way or anyone I can.
My sympathy goes to the family of my first cousin who resides in Rising Sun, Ind., Sue Gilb and her son Chris Gilb and two sons, in the loss of Sue’s daughter in-law, Chris’ wife and the mother of Candy Gilb. Thursday evening Vickie and I went to the Markland Funeral Home for a celebration of life for Candy.
Sue and I have both missed out on so much. Sue’s son’s Scott, Chris, and two sons, and Ben Gilb, have made such nice looking and good men.
If knowing that people care will ease grief, the Gilb family and Candy’s parents hearts’ should be at ease at least a little. Hundreds of people showed up at Candy’s visitation, so many that Markland Funeral home had to turn people away at closing time.
Thank goodness Vickie and I got there a little before visitation opened for the public. Being family I went in early. It was wonderful to see Sue and the boys.
Sue lost her husband Paul a few years ago due to cancer, which I knew nothing about. Sue has also had a serious bout with cancer.
Due to Sue and I taking different paths in our journey called life, we had lost touch with each other until about a year ago. We hadn’t seen each other in about 20 years. We plan on getting together soon. Sue wants to make a trip to the mountains as she hasn’t been there for many years, probably since she was a child.
Sue’s mother, Nora Adams Gulley, and my mother, Ora Adams Hall, are sisters.
My daughter Angie Wiederhold found an apartment in Harrison, which means my 13-year-old grandson, Bennie, will be changing schools. I am very grateful those days are over for me, as schools are no different than other places. There are so many sex predators in schools and churches, it is horrible. I do know that a few bad teachers don’t take away from so many wonderful teachers.
The place Angie is moving to has a swimming pool, and other recreations, so at least Bennie won’t be cooped in four walls.
Saturday, VFW had a cruise-in car show. Once again I decided to attend, along with 13-year-old Bennie. Bennie’s life is centered with computer, iPad and any technical gadget, plus television. Bennie also loves music, especially the older rock and roll, along with anything old.
I let him watch television since there wasn’t anything to interest him outside as it was very hot, then we went to the car show, which is next to me. I was sort of disappointed, as Bennie didn’t really show that much interest in the cars. I really enjoyed seeing every single one of them, plus spending time with my sidekick.
There is one thing I know Bennie really enjoys, none other than food. He especially loved the fresh grilled thick hamburger, as he got to put all the condiments on the sandwich himself.
We enjoyed the car show for about an hour, even though we were under an umbrella. I was afraid that as white as Bennie is, he would get a sunburn.
As the evening started turning to darkness Bennie and I sat on the porch watching the birds getting their evening meal. I heard an unusual noise, and high upon the tree was a small limb with a hole at the end, a redwing blackbird was perched with something in its beak. I could barely see three or four little beaks open. I could see feathers also, as the mama bird was feeding her babies.
Bennie finally was able to maneuver around enough to see the vision as well.
With darkness approaching Bennie asked if he could catch fireflies. I realized he was meaning what we called lightning bugs! Of course I said yes, then Bennie asked if I had a container, maybe a can or cup that he could use.
I got the small jar that Anna had brought me with strawberry jam, took the hammer and small screw, since I couldn’t find a nail to put holes in the lid. Bennie asked what I was doing, so I explained the lid needed holes so the lightning bug could get air to live.
Finally Angie called so I had to take Bennie home, and he didn’t want to go. Bennie told me a couple of times this was the best time he had in some time. I have to admit I was sort of tired yet was so pleased that I was able to spend five hours with him.
I am afraid there will be problems since Angie is going to be just a few minutes from me. Bennie is going to aggravate her, wanting to be here with me.
I am wanting to head for the hills I call home, yet I am little skeptical about traveling, as I’ve read about a few more cases of coronavirus in Letcher County.
It sort of makes me wonder about the rally or whatever that was held in Whitesburg. I am surprised protesters didn’t show up to do damage to downtown Whitesburg like that has happened to so many places. Actually I still don’t know what the purpose was, but of course I don’t pay much attention to politicians as it seems they are in it for power or money, not really caring unless it benefits them. Plus it is my belief that all lives matter.
While I am on my soapbox, all policemen or women are not bad either. Yes there were horrible things done captured on television for all to see. There are many good things that law enforcement has done to protect us, and had to risk their lives.
Johnny and Ann Calihan are doing as well as can be expected at the present time. Their daughter Sue and husband Tom Wagner finally were able to move into the beautiful home.
Johnny had a good Father’s Day as some of the family stopped by with cards and gifts. I got a card for Johnny and had a bad day so I didn’t get out to give it to him.
Sunday evening, we had a good slow rain in this area. Since Keith had gone to a meeting, I sat on the deck under the umbrella enjoying watching and listening to the rain. All at once the temperature dropped, so I got my heavy throw and was snug as could be, still enjoying being outside. As I shifted my weight in the chair all of a sudden I felt cold in the back of me.
I didn’t realize the rain was sliding down the back of my chair had gathered in the thickness of my throw, seeped to the back of my jeans. Had it been lower it would have looked as if I couldn’t make it to the bathroom. Now you had your laugh at my expense as usual.
Once again I have neglected to correspond with Les and Pat Wagner. Hello Bernice and Buddy Grubb. I hope Buddy is feeling better.
Hello to Beverly Crawford and Louanna. I am glad you are enjoying my book, ‘The Beauty Of a Rose.’
I only have a few copies left of my book. If anyone is interested after these are gone, I don’t plan to reprint any more. The books are $15 plus $6 postage. I want mention names. Thanks to a subscriber of The Mountain Eagle who enjoys my column and purchased seven copies of ‘The Beauty of A Rose’ for friends and family members.
Once again time is slipping on me. Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, Ohio 45030.