As I look out my window it is a foggy morning here in the Ohio Valley area. I wish I was an artist and could paint the low hanging fog as it covers the hayfield across the road from my house. It is with limited visibility.
Fall has officially arrived so that means it won’t be long that the leaves will disappear and the bareness of the long winter months will take hold.
Did I say I hate winter? I love the beauty that fall brings. I really don’t mind the crispness of the air, oops, I just l told a lie for everyone to read!
I freeze so bad at the first wisp of cool air, and I dread to walk in the bathroom to get in the shower when the house is chilly.
I can take clothes off in the summer to keep cool, though I wear three-quarter sleeves all summer long. In the winter I have to wear sweatshirts to stay warm, then lots of times I am not really warm at that.
I don’t think I would survive to live in the old drafty houses that we lived in as a child at Roxana.
My daughter Kay told me one time that I have never been able to let go of the past, and you know something, she is very right. I think of how Mommy would stuff rags around the windows in those old houses we lived in.
If the bed was close to the window, I would scoot as close as I could and pull out the rags to let the cold air hit my face. Sometimes the snow would seep in and a little pile of snow would be on the inside.
Getting out of bed early of the morning was an ordeal as I slept with my brothers and my sister Loretta. One would wet the bed, and it isn’t very pleasant to try to stand in front of a fireplace while you tried to dry the front of your clothing with steam rolling off and your backside freezing. My little legs would get speckled looking from the warmth of the fire.
I know there are so many that can relate to what I am saying! Oh yes, sisters and brothers shared a bed, and I would double dare someone to get in my face and make a remark.
I am not singing the tune of poor me as this is a true fact. I never knew what the luxury of having a nightgown to sleep in as I slept in Mommy’s dresses.
I am so very thankful for my childhood and being raised the way I was as it has made me the strong individual person I am today. When I hear so many compliments about my being able to do things that I do and not afraid to go places by myself, oh yes I am proud.
Saturday afternoon, I decided to go spend the night with Norma Ashcraft at Englewood. It has been several years since I have spent the night at Norma’s.
It was such a relaxing time. Norma, along with her daughter Darlene and I, went out for supper when I finally got there.
Sunday, Sammy Adkins & The Sandy Hook Mountain Boys did a show for OKI at Fairborn Eagles, and it was a great show. This is the second time that I recall seeing Sammy.
Norma has graciously opened her home to several musicians over the years. Sammy Adkins and three of the Sandy Hook Mountain Boys arrived around 2 a.m.
While a couple of the guys decided to retire, I really don’t know why, as they had only traveled from Milton, W.Va. and did a show, then traveled most of the night, so why were they tired?
Sammy and Jarrod, the banjo picker, stayed up until 5 a.m. singing for Norma and me. Someone called Norma about 8 a.m. wanting to know if Sammy and the guys had arrived.
Sammy has more energy when it comes to singing than anyone I have ever been around. Of course it has been years since I have actually been around anyone other than during their on-stage performances.
Sunday after the show, the band, along with Norma and I, went out to eat. While waiting for the food Sammy sang a little. The restaurant was very crowded and Norma laughed afterward and said she was afraid we would get thrown out.
I really needed this weekend though I felt like I should be in the mountains to be with my brother Jerry Hall and Mattie. Mattie had left a message that Jerry was back in the hospital again, this time with pneumonia. I called Jerry to let him hear Sammy Adkins and the band sing.
I have to admit I have been a brazen woman as I not only danced with my favorite guy, 90-year-old Howard, whom I dearly love, but I also danced with 80-year-old Joe and Clint who is about that age too.
I am so sorry to tell that Ann Calihan fell on her front porch and broke her femur bone. At first it was thought she had broken her hip. Ann sure has been down a rough road for about four months with illness. Please keep her and the family in your prayers
Gwen Huff Farmer is in the hospital in critical condition in Illinois. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers also.
Glen Farmer, thank you so much for keeping me posted on your mom.
Mildred Rogers of Jackson, is having serious health issues.
Before I forget, happy birthday to Ann Calihan and Berma Matthews on Oct. 7, and to Clarence Halcomb Oct. 8.
Happy birthday to my oldest daughter Kay Gray, Sept. 30. Kay will be 50 years old. I tease her and tell her she will be half a hundred.
I am enclosing Clarence’s address. Please send him a card: Clarence Halcomb, 3890 Weigel Lane, Hamilton, Ohio 45015. I am not sure exactly how old Clarence is. I know he would appreciate hearing from everyone.
Letcher County Picnic is quickly approaching. It will be held at the Harrison Community Center, 300 George Street, Harrison, on Sept 28, from noon to 6 p.m., at the big shelter behind the community shelter.
Please bring a covered dish and a beverage. If you play music, please bring your instruments.
Polly Maucher, I am looking forward to seeing you.
Frick and Frack Ison, I wish you would come to this event.
Glenora and Gary Eldridge, I am looking forward to seeing you. Gary, please bring some of your CDs.
Forester Hogg, who wrote a book called ‘Roxana,’ is supposed to come, and I am sure he will bring copies of his book.
Oh I am like a kid waiting for Santa Claus.
This is a happy yet sad time as we are missing a few who have passed way since this little event has taken place.
The Calihan reunion, which Coolie Jr. Calihan has each year, was held at Brookville, Ind., this past weekend. I have nothing to report, but I am sure there was a good time had by all.
Hello to my sister-in-law Wanda Hall, and I’m glad to hear you are finally out and about.
Hello to Les and Pat Wagner, Larry and Becky Hasty, along with Polly and Kelly.
Larry took a fast trip to the mountains. I thought about asking which direction he was going and what time so I could stand beside the road and stick up my thumb.
It doesn’t look as if I will be going to Blackey Days this year. Too many complications.
Well, I better get this on its way. Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, telephone: 513- 367-4682.