Hello again everyone!
It has been a couple of beautiful days in the Harrison, Ohio area. I just felt too bad to get out and enjoy it. Actually, it went from bone-chilling cold to summer in a flash. We have tied some record-breaking temperature. I was hoping warmer weather would renew my energy. I see I am not so lucky.
I stayed with my little sidekick Bennie Wiederhold at his home and took Bennie to the park across from the apartment building. At first I was sort of leery as you have to cross a busy road. There’s a crosswalk with button to push on a pole. I was exhausted when we got almost to the park and had to stop briefly for a rest. Bennie couldn’t understand why we weren’t walking.
Bennie really enjoyed running and playing. I pushed him in a swing for quite some time. When we finally went back to the house, we both were tired. I leaned back in the recliner and closed my eyes. Bennie always says ‘wake up, rise and shine.’ Then the little stinker got the straw from my iced tea and tried to say ‘cock-a-doodle-do’ through the straw to wake me up as I pretended I was asleep.
I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes. I bet he told me he loved me 20 times, and he really liked going to the park.
I finally talked to Ann Calihan for a little while. Johnny had a knee replacement and is doing alright. It won’t be long until he is back doing his usual things. I have heard that things improve with age. Maybe a piece of cheese or a bottle of wine, I can personally say not your body!
My friend Hazel Lee, who died a couple of years ago, used to joke about organ donors, saying her body was so worn out that no one could use anything. She did not mean to offend anyone, this woman was one remarkable lady. Right to the time she bid this world good-bye, Hazel never complained. That is more than I can say for me!
I am still being amazed at the people from the mountains that are on the website called Facebook, which I enjoy very much. I have been in touch with a couple of people that I haven’t seen in several years. There are several who read The Mountain Eagle newspaper. I really appreciate the nice compliments of everyone. Sometimes it is difficult to write, especially if I am facing personal issues. That is when I try to focus on someone else or draw strength from a favorite memory. This time of year that isn’t hard to do!
I really liked someone writing about how much they enjoyed fixing the wild greens known as plantain. I know there are two kinds of plantain, a wide leaf and long narrow one.
Mom and Grandma Hall would get a “poke” — brown paper bag — and pick a large amount of wild greens, which were called “sallet”. Then it was washed and cleaned, making sure there were no bugs, nor grit. After it was cooked, it was put in some bacon grease and fried for a little bit. Of course this was eaten with a big piece of cornbread.
The first time I ever heard someone say the word salad, I thought they were meaning “sallet” like Mom and Grandma and every woman from the mountains fixed. I would never try to pick the things that Mommy and Grandma did, as I would be poisoned to death! Not to mention I would get laughed at while hunting for these. I was laughed at for a long time when I used to talk about pawpaws and persimmons.
Bernice Grubbs, I really enjoyed talking to you. Bernice owns a florist shop in Jenkins or in that area.
My favorite part about turning on Facebook is still watching and listening to the videos of William Caudill and Route 7 from Blackey. Wanda Lene Watts Whitehead has captured so many scenes in the videos. If I had the time, I could sit for hours listening to the songs and watching all the things that are so precious to me.
I tease a couple musicians about adopting them, Libby Day Smith, Jon Caudill, Will Caudill, I appreciate how nice each of you are.
A very special thanks to Ben Gish of The Mountain Eagle for the lovely pictures of the pear trees on the bypass at Whitesburg. His yard is so pretty.
My brother Richie and Wanda Hall have taken pictures of the mountains and sent them to me during the spring, so has my sisterin law Mattie Hall when I couldn’t make it to the mountains.
I finally talked to my brother Jerry Hall for a few minutes.
Happy birthday to Richie on May 26. I have teased for years about him being my birthday present as he was born one day before my birthday, May 27.
If all goes as planned, I will be having a special birthday this year. I will explain that remark later.
Happy anniversary to my granddaughter Jennifer Lynn and Tommy Proctor May 27.
Gwen Farmer and I enjoyed bluegrass music from WDVX in Knoxville, Tenn. Alex Leach, the regular DJ, wasn’t there, so the music was a little different.
I kept waiting for Shirley Wells to be on the computer. She must have something else going on. I really do enjoy listening to the music and chatting with Gwen and Shirley.
Wanda Lene Wat t s Whitehead’s son had an accident on his motorcycle. He injured his shoulder and ankle. He was very fortunate he wasn’t injured more severely. I hope he makes a speedy recovery.
My sympathy goes out to Berma Matthews in the loss of her sister. I met Berma a couple of years ago as she cared enough to drive to Harrison for Letcher County Day.
Hello to Linda Whitaker Day. I hope you are doing well, and a big howdy to all her family. A special hello to Linda’s sister “Sis” and her husband in Michigan.
Hello to Sadie, Evelyn and Bertha in Taylor, Mich. Sadie, I hope you are feeling a little better. Evelyn is visiting her son Tommy in the mountains. His sister Betty Carol will be spending some time with Tommy and their mom.
Betty and Doyle Ison are enjoying this nice weather so they can get out.
For those of you that like to read, there’s a book called “ The Will and The Wisp” by James Armstrong that should be out before long. So check this out. James is from Key West, Fla. I am anxiously waiting for it to be released.
Clarence and Arlyn Halcomb, this joke is for you!
Some retired deputy sheriffs went to a retreat in the mountains. To save money, they decided to sleep two to a room. No one wanted to room with Daryl because he snored so badly. They decided it wasn’t fair to make one of them stay with him the whole time, so they voted to take turns. The first deputy slept with Daryl and came to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all bloodshot. They said, “Man, what happened to you?” He said, “Daryl snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night.”
The next night, it was a different deputy’s turn. In the morning, the same thing happened. His hair was all standing up and his eyes were all bloodshot. They said, “Man, what happened to you? You look awful!” He said, “Man, that Daryl shakes the roof. I watched him all night. “
The third night was Frank’s turn. Frank was a big burly ex-football player. A man’s man. The next morning, he came to breakfast bright eyed and bushytailed. “Good morning!” he said. They couldn’t believe it! They said, “Man, what happened?” He said, “Well, we got ready for bed. I went and tucked Daryl into bed and kissed him goodnight. He sat up and watched me all night long.”
Well, I see the clock on the wall is giving me the evil eye once again, as usual I am late. We had some bad storms again and now the sun is shining. My son Keith is trying to cut the grass in between showers
Until next time. Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, telephone 513- 367-4682.