Happy summer everyone. Once again I am able to steal a little bit of time for myself to sit on the porch to enjoy the beginning of another day. The birds are singing their songs to me this morning.
It’s at times like this that I find I am more like my Grandma Rosa Hall, as I love this time of morning. I can see her so plain as she sat at her door each morning waiting for her pot of coffee to boil.
I look in the mirror each morning and see my mom looking back at me, as I look more like Mommy every day I live. Even my withered hands are replicas of Mom’s. The only difference is I have gained weight and mom was a very small woman. I was small too until the past couple of years.
As I am outside I wish I could hear the sound of my brother Ritchie Hall’s rooster’s crowing.
I wonder if it was as hot in your area last week as it was here. Just keep in mind that in just six months from now we will be getting ready for Old Santa.
I am still thinking of my trip to the mountains that Polly and I took. Polly and I sure needed that, along with the family of Helm Halcomb Brooks and her family, as it has been nothing but sadness in this area.
A 17-month-old precious child was drowned in a kayak accident after his parents were foolish enough to take him out without the proper lifejacket. This happened not far from Polly’s home.
New Trenton Fire & Rescue, which two of Polly’s sons are active in, was involved in the search. They searched every hour that was light enough for this child, and thank God its little body was finally found after days of searching.
This was not someone I knew, but I couldn’t sleep and all I wanted to do was cry. To think of this baby in the river, maybe never to be found.
Some of Helm Halcomb Brooks’ family were involved in a tragic accident in Danville, losing two of triplets.
Friends, we never know what tomorrow is going to bring us.
As if this wasn’t enough, my soul sister, Shirley C. Niece Wells, a former Marlowe girl, lost her son who lived in Pennsylvania.
Shirley and I haven’t seen each other in over 50 years. We have kept in touch for the past few years and have grown close. We have shared secrets, laughed until we have cried over silly things, and now she has gone through something I hope I never have to experience. No matter how old we are or how old our children are, as parents we aren’t ready to give them up.
There are times I want to run away even at my age, but I don’t want anything to happen to one of my adult children.
Right now if my daughters could see what I have done they would not even claim they know me, as I decided to wash my mattress pad, sheets and dust ruffle. I have a load of clothes in the dryer, so I draped my mattress pad across my porch swing to dry. I did have clotheslines out back until my son-in-law Scott Nottingham removed a post so he could park their fifth-wheel camper in my yard. I really didn’t use the clothesline much, but it was good to have when I did want it.
Friday evening I went to the Coon Hunter’s Club where the person I kid about being my future husband, “Cornbread” Ben Brooks, played a couple of claw hammer tunes. Ben is the son of Levine Brooks and grandson of Helm Halcomb Brooks who was there with him. Ben is only 16 years old, and has joined the Navy Cadet Program and he plans on joining the Navy when he graduates high school.
I have observed Ben’s actions, and he is always very polite to his mom and grandmother and everyone else. I seriously doubt we will ever get married since he does have one bad habit — he chews tobacco. I do hope everyone knows I am always kidding. That kid loves to see his name in my column.
Helm is such a nice and caring person. I am really glad I met her. Again this was made possible through The Mountain Eagle.
Two friends, Otis and Betty Ashcraft, met us at Coon Hunters. Otis, Alpine Stacy, Becky Tipton and I danced, then danced some more. Occasionally a man named Fred, who is 92 years old, would dance with us. Fred is an inspiration to be around. A woman named Doris who is originally from the Hazard area, works in the kitchen and brings her husband Elmo, who has Alzheimer’s.
Elmo doesn’t remember much, yet he knows the words to every song the band plays. He sits over by the wall and you can hear him sing. Doris told me she didn’t know how much longer she will be able to bring him, as she is afraid he disturbs people. If I find out she can’t bring him because of someone’s complaints, I will not go back. This man is not hurting anyone. To me it is a pleasure to listen to him, knowing that he doesn’t even know his wife. As Doris takes him by the arm each night and leads him to the car, you can feel the love she has for him.
I haven’t talked to Ann or Johnny this week. I hope everyone is doing all right. I did get to speak to Betty Ison for a brief time, and she and Doyle were trying to beat the heat and stay in as much as possible.
Ritchie and Wanda’s air conditioner decided it needed a rest in the hottest time, but they finally got it fixed, Ritchie is full of mischief, and he told Wanda there wasn’t much gas in the car, so they drove the truck because the air wasn’t working. Ritchie can’t stand the air conditioner, and Wanda has a hard time dealing without it. Ritchie said a couple of people promised to come to fix the air conditioner, but didn’t show up. I know how aggravating that can be.
I don’t have central air, just a window air conditioner in my living room. If it gets too warm in the house, I have a couple of fans.
Hello to my brother Jerry and Mattie Hall, and of course to my sister Loretta Church and my brother Wallace Lee Hall, and all the staff at Letcher Manor.
Hello to Carl Boggs. I hope you are doing fine. Jessie Frazier, I haven’t heard anything from you in a long time. I’ll bet you are in that garden.
Bruce Jones and his son Larry spent a few days at the Bluegrass Festival at the Horse Park in Lexington. I’ll bet they had a great time.
I forgot to tell you there’s a little tattle-tale on Linefork (right Barb?). When I drove Ritchie and Wanda’s car to the reunion I missed the turn off to Ingram’s Creek and had to drive a long way to turn around, as I was afraid of that Mustang. When I drove past Quinton Ison’s store, Barb Jones recognized Wanda’s car and told Ritchie she’d seen me. The first thing Ritchie asked was how far did I have to go before I realized I had missed the turn? Then he told me Barb had seen me go past the store. Barb, I am just teasing you. I have gone past that blasted turn off and found my way towards Defeated Creek Church!
Gwen Huff Farmer was trying to stay cool, so she wasn’t in her garden as much as she would like to be. Gwen and I usually listen to music on Tuesday nights, but I was too tired for the past two Tuesdays so I slept through the programs.
As I put the finishing touches on my column darkness is closing in as day once more comes to an end. As much as I love the dawning of a new day I must say I don’t like to see night come. Don’t ask me to explain my reason for this, as I have mentioned my silliness before.
Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, telephone: 513- 367-4682.