Are you tired of shoveling snow? I am once again taking a chance of making some people angry with me as I really do prefer hot weather to the cold.
Each day I realize how closer to winter we are heading. Though as we all know, there’s nothing to stop the days from turning into weeks and weeks to months and months to years, I am thankful for that because it means we are still passing through this journey called life!
There are so many heartaches at times that I wonder is it worth it, then I look around me and say, “Thank you, God, for sparing me a few more days than was expected.”
Have you ever wondered what someone will remember you the most for when your journey has come to an end? When I take that final step into the unknown, I hope someone will remember me as a kind and loving person, though I doubt that as I am so plain spoken that I know I have offended a few.
As we have endured this extreme hot weather I have thought of growing up at Roxana so much, and of our mom so many times, and all the other people in that area. How Mom would cook our meals on the wood and coal stove no matter how hot or cold the weather was. Most of the day she would have a fire going as she cooked soup beans or green beans. Beans along with potatoes were on the table every day
We never knew what a fan was, and of course no screen doors or screens in the windows. We slept with the windows raised at night though Dad would latch the door. It is a wonder snakes didn’t crawl in the houses, as windows were open day and night.
Those wooden latches were just to keep the door closed, as they would have never kept anyone from coming in. People could go away and leave doors open and weren’t afraid that someone would steal what you had. Now you are not safe with all the alarm services that are installed.
There are times at night I would love to open my windows and let the cool, refreshing air surround me as I sleep. But there’s no way I will have this simple pleasure.
I may venture out to my van and leave the windows cracked just a little before summer is over and camp out just to feel the cool breeze on my face. I love camping for this reason.
My daughter Anna Nottingham, her husband Scott, Sarah, Jessica, Katelyn and Kyle and friends of Jessica’s and Sarah’s spent this week camping at Winton Woods. They have a beautiful fivewheeler camper, complete with air conditioning, which they needed as the weather reached way over 100 degrees in this area all week long.
Saturday afternoon, Anna called and invited me to join them for supper. I asked if she was having hot dogs and later marshmallows over the open fire? Anna laughed and replied they were going to Frisch’s to get out of the heat!
Scott picked up his dad, Glenn Nottingham, and met us at Frisch’s. There were nine of us total. It was a very nice evening.
Scott teases me so much about being a hillbilly, but he has been in the family for over 20 years so I guess I may as well keep him around.
Kyle is really growing and this little lad was born with music in his soul. Anna had the radio on, and her vehicle has a radio control in the back so the girls can change to different stations.
Anna is so much like her mom; she goes down the road acting silly with the girls. Kyle gets the biggest smile and moves his hands and feet to the beat of the music. Oh you should see him dance when he got back to the camper, and he went over to the radio and turned it on. It really was a very enjoyable evening with Anna and her family.
Anna and I have talked about me selling and moving either in with them or close to them, but I am not ready to give up my house just yet.
My brother Richie and Wanda Hall spent the weekend with their daughter in Hamilton. They are stopping to see me on their way back home.
I decided not to go anywhere Friday night, and stayed home all day Sunday, which is unusual for me.
Gwen Huff Farmer is having so many vegetables in her garden that she can barely keep up with putting them away. Gwen starts with just a few plants and somehow doesn’t know how to quit with a few.
I talked to Shirley Wells for a while on the telephone and enjoyed it so much. As I sat on my front porch I was watching fireworks and talking to Shirley at the same time.
I haven’t talked to Ann Calihan this week as I sort of became a recluse so I will get back into things and give her a call this week.
Doyle and Betty Ison are venturing out in this heat just as they have to! It is dangerously hot even if you have a new car, as you never know what is going to happen.
Hello Les and Pat, I miss you guys.
I received a very nice note via computer from James Gilley of Hot Spot, trying to figure out who I am. Once again, Mom and Dad lived at Hot Spot, along with my siblings. I did not really live there, but I was in and out like a grasshopper in a hayfield. I probably stayed a total of six months at separate intervals in all the years that Mom and Dad lived there.
The first time I went to visit Mom and Dad, who moved into a monster of a rundown place called the boarding house, I had no idea where it was as I wasn’t living at home. I have been away from home since I was 14. I did go back to stay for a short period, and I mean brief, then I came to Indiana and never returned to the mountains to live.
I am sorry there’s not much news to write, and I have been a party pooper. I need a bluegrass music fix with either Tony Hale’s band, or Gary Eldridge Rural Route 2 Band.
Right now I will settle for my computerized bluegrass music to get my motor revved up, though nothing can compare when it comes to me enjoying music to the open air and bluegrass music.
Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, telephone, 513-367-4682.