Whitesburg KY

Loretta Church hospitalized in Lexington

Southern Ohio

Howdy, everyone! I hope everyone had a safe and happy Fourth of July! It was quiet around here, I watched the fireworks from my front yard, in between raindrops.

My sister, Loretta Church, has been a patient at Central Baptist Hospital in Lexington. This is her second time there.

I spent the biggest part of a day with her. It takes me about an hour and half to two hours to get there, depends on how far I push the gas pedal. I get rather tired after driving even though it is a short distance. When the sun gets in my eyes I want to close them and go to sleep. I don’t know if it is from fatigue or because I am getting old. I usually find a place to stop for fresh air, and then journey on my way!

Loretta is in bad condition; she may lose her foot yet. She is hating the idea of going to a nursing home. Please keep her in your prayers.

Another day found me at Central Baptist Hospital, visiting Loretta. I have thoroughly enjoyed these times spent with her. While raising my three older children in the early ’60s, I lost close contact with Loretta. She was telling me about her struggle trying to get to go to high school. Mom and Dad lived at Hot Spot then, and she would walk down the road to catch the bus to Kingdom Come High School, and then later to Whitesburg. This young girl had it rougher than I did. At least I had someone to care enough about me to bring me to Indiana when I was 16 years old. I will always be grateful to Willa Mae Ison for caring that much about me.

Loretta told me how certain people there at Hot Spot (Premium) were kind enough to buy her some paper and pencils, and someone else helped her get a coat! If any parent is reading this, please try to keep those young girls in school. If there’s any young girl reading this, please get an education!

Loretta asked me if I remembered our plans. When we were younger, she said we made a promise if anything happened to Mommy and Daddy (Clayton and Ora Hall) I would take our little brother, Richie, and she would take Robert and raise them.

I don’t remember the conversation. Somehow over the years Richie and I have been closer, and Loretta has been closer to our youngest brother, Robert. I took Loretta a little container of blackberries, which she really enjoyed.

Loretta will be transferred to Letcher Manor Nursing Home. Those in the area who know her, please stop in and say hello.

I went blackberry picking at Joe and Molly Farwick’s place. This is the first time I have gone berry picking in a couple of years. It is the first time I can remember going by myself in many years.

If you have things troublin’ your mind, head for a berry patch, sing your heart out to keep the snakes away, take some deep breaths of fresh air, thank God you can walk, and pick berries as fast as you can.

Molly had a stroke and isn’t able to pick anymore. Joe drove his Kabota, something like a four-wheeler, dropped me off at a berry patch, left me alone for a while then came back to transport me to another area.

When I was finished, he fixed lunch for Molly and me while we sat in the swing out in the yard. Joe isn’t even able to hardly wait on himself, and here he is pampering Molly and me! I really enjoyed the morning.

Richie told me to pour some bleach in my bath water and it would help get rid of the chiggers. So far it has seemed to help. I did find a tick in my hair. Have you heard the song about ticks by Brad Paisley? Yep, I listen to some country!

The Fourth of July found me back in the berry patch. I am going to go back and pick some for Molly and Joe since she isn’t able to go anymore and they are good enough to share with me.

This last go-round I ended up with several ticks on me. I stripped of my shirt and pants and threw them out on the porch. I got company and had to explain why my clothes were on the front porch!

Gwen Huff Farmer was having lots of company as her daughter, Ruth, came home for a week. Gwen was so excited. She cooked great meals from her garden with nothing to buy except a dab of meat from the store!

Gwen’s son, John Farmer, came for the weekend as he and his buddy were in a fishing tournament.

For those who have Direct TV, if you get up early on Saturday and Sunday mornings, 5 a.m. there’s a program called “Creationscapes.” It is the most beautiful program you can watch; it is religious with scenery.

Doyle and Betty Ison went to Whitewater Senior Center. Had I known they were going, I would have gone, though I might have fallen asleep!

I am sorry to hear of the death of Ray Goins. He and his brother, Melvin Goins, and Windy Mountain have been in bluegrass music for several years. They have been another Ralph and Carter Stanley! Melvin and Ray Goins were always so neat and clean looking, while a lot of bluegrass musicians don’t take the time to dress for appearances.

Searching for a phone number on the Internet for Whitesburg, I found a newspaper called The Kentuckian. There was also an article in the Cincinnati Post about a couple from Letcher County, along with ongoing segments called ‘Rachael’s Ramblings” that I really enjoy.

This next paragraph is taken from an article written in the Cincinnati Post by Jack Hicks June 28. I thought you would enjoy it.

“Imagine your wedding night being disturbed by people banging pots and pans, and maybe riding you out of your house on a rail, or dragging you along a creek bed in a washtub.

“Known as a shivaree, sometimes spelled charivari, it used to occur in eastern Kentucky, and Watson Craft was an eyewitness.

“‘It happened all the time on the creek where I lived,’ said Craft, a native of Letcher County and longtime Boone County educator.

“‘They would ride the man on a rail carried on their shoulders,’ he said of the pranksters, ‘and put the woman in a washtub and drag it along the creek. They’d be beating on pans and making all kinds of a racket.’ The bride and groom went along with it, probably because they didn’t have much choice.

“Craft doesn’t remember anyone getting shot, but in one instance the reluctant groom managed to turn the rail so it bit into the revelers’ shoulders, forcing them to drop him. The shivaree is a custom foreign to the mountains today, and certainly to northern Kentucky.”

I wonder if Bruce and Levine Jones ever heard of shivarees? I bet they have!

I remember Mommy talking about them years ago. Mom used to talk about the pie suppers and cake walks of so long ago. At the Rising Sun Senior Center they have cake walks; I love to watch the people there.

Shirley Wells and her daughter, Kristie, took Shirley’s little grandson, Sheldon, bug fishing. Everyone enjoyed it. Shirley is a very devoted mother and grandmother.

Ann and Johnny Calihan’s daughter, Carol, has been under the weather a little bit. Carol went on a cruise and came back sick. She is also a diabetic; her sugar dropped real low on her. Ann and Johnny were really concerned about her. Carol is doing a little better now.

My sympathy goes out to the family of Donald Bates. A young life was lost because of a fourwheeler accident.

Donald Bates’s dad, Jesse Bates, hasn’t feeling his best because of some surgery a few weeks ago. Sorry, Jesse, I let it slip my mind – what mind?

At the Sparta Bluegrass Festival I got to listen to Johnny Browning and Cornbread Express. I knew Johnny and Joey when they were kids. Their cousin, Little Debbie, is a DJ on WMMT.

Hello, Emma Engle. Thanks for all your nice comments; it was pleasure meeting you. Gladys Smith, thank you also. Wish you were close enough for a visit. About the cornbread, I also fry cornbread sometimes.

Until next time. Rose Ballard Durham, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email Bluegrassmama4@aol.com.

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