Happy New Year everyone!
Did everyone have a good Christmas? I am sort of glad it is over. My daughter Anna Nottingham, her husband Scott and children Sarah, Jessica, Katelyn and of course Kyle came by.
Later my daughter Angie Wiederhold and my little sidekick Bennie came by, and my granddaughter Jennifer Proctor and my two great-grandkids Samantha Jo and T.J.
T.J. and Bennie are just a couple of weeks different in age. They are both five years old now. It was a joy watching these two little boys. Bennie has fair, sandy hair and big brown eyes, and T. J. has black hair and almost black eyes. They are such a contrast, but both are as cute as buttons and so adorable.
My son Keith Ballard stopped by for a little while.
Thursday I kept Jessica, Katelyn along with Samantha. It was predicted that the weather would get really bad so their visit was cut short.
As I sit at the computer looking out at the new fallen snow this morning, I think back to the last year and sort of let my thoughts wonder beyond that to previous years of childhood.
As young children, we never knew what it meant to older people to have to walk to work or wherever you had to go. Oh I know some of you are probably saying “Oh no, here we go again, a trip down memory lane.” All I can say is grab a hot beverage and join me, or check to see what someone else is saying!
Dad would walk off the hill and go to Roxana each morning and somehow manage to find a ride to work in the mines. I was too young and really didn’t even wonder how he got to and from work.
I do remember when he worked in the logwoods for George Ison that George would drop Daddy off in front of the house. I know there were times that Daddy would walk a long distances to work, the same as other men.
Dad would go to work before daylight in the mines and it would be dark when they came out so except for the weekends, he never knew what daylight looked like.
As some of you know I really don’t write much about our dad. As old as I am I still find I have unsettled issues of my growing up years.
I will say one thing, my childhood wasn’t perfect but we never went hungry and always had a place to live and my mother was one of the most hardworking and cleanest women who ever lived. Mommy was so sweet and never offended anyone.
Wonders never cease as I received a very surprising phone call from a distant relative who lives in Athens, Ga.
Marty Hollins was surfing the Internet and found a column where I had mentioned my grandmother Rosa Hall was a sister to Harlan Hollins. Harlan is Marty’ s great-grandpa. Cany Hollins is Marty’s grandpa and Renus Hollins is Marty’s dad.
I was too little to remember Harlan Hollins very much and Cany too. I do remember Leona Hollins Gibson and their children since Johnny and Leona lived in Green Briar Hollow at Roxana.
Marty’s parents moved to Ohio when he was young. Marty and his wife have a wonderful family, and a granddaughter. He is a lot like me; as a child his family didn’t know the importance of education so Marty decided to break the cycle. He is a college graduate and made sure his family had good educations.
I am so grateful that he chose to get in touch with me as I feel as if I have gained another son since Marty is the same age as my daughter Angie Wiederhold.
I wonder if there’s anyone who reads my column who has any information about Harlan Hollins. The same way with my grandpa Ben Adams. I would like to know who his parents were.
My sympathy goes out to Gwen Huff Farmer who lost her sister Allene. Gwen and her son Glen Jr. She did get to visit with Allene not long before she died.
Gwen was visiting with her daughter in Florida and wasn’t able to make the trip back to Kentucky for Allene’s funeral.
Sympathy also goes out to the family of Cleda Caudill. I remember Cleda from when I was a child, as he and others would come to the store at Roxana.
It seems as that family has had their share of losing loved ones in the past few months and year.
I talked to my brother Jerry and Mattie Hall for a little while. For some reason I haven’t talked to my sister Loretta Church in some time.
For the past couple of weeks I haven’t been anywhere exciting so I don’t know any news.
I bet Les and Pat Wagner along with Larry and Becky Stacy are missing me. I know I am missing them.
I haven’t talked to Doyle or Betty Ison since I have been sort of sick the past couple of weeks. I will be glad when I start feeling a little better.
Hello to Shirley Wells. I hope you had a good Christmas and have a better New Year.
I did talk to my sisterin law Wanda Hall and my niece Sue. Wanda had a house full of company as her daughter Crystal and her family were there.
I am very sorry to hear of Oma Hatton losing a nephew. Thanks, Billy Hatton, for letting me know.
Johnny and Ann Calihan’s daughter Sue Wagoner is improving from her recent illness though she still needs your prayers.
My daughter Kay Gray is visiting her son C.J. Gray and his wife Shannon in Ocala, Fla., plus she will be spending a few days at their home in Destin, Fla. I wonder if she would know if I sneaked up to get in her hot tub while she is gone.
I forgot to mention a really important birthday a few weeks ago. My sweet cousin Jack Adams was 15 years old Dec. 18. Oh, to be that talented at such a young age.
Jack’s mom Beverly still needs your prayers as she is going through a very diffi cult time.
Hello to Jon Caudill of 7 South Bluegrass Band. If anyone needs any work done, give Jon a call as he has a construction business. Keep Jon busy.
Well I am going to bring this to a close and get it on its way.
Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama@aol.com, telephone: 513- 367-4682.