Hello again everyone!
I hope you are enjoying this beautiful morning! The weather has been beautiful for me the past week or so. I really don’t mind the rain as long as it doesn’t cause flooding.
I am a firm believer it doesn’t do much good to complain about the weather because it is going to be no matter how much we complain,. When it is hot I can take clothes off to sort of get comfortable unless it is real humid, then it bothers me. But when it is freezing, I can’t seem to put enough clothes on to be warm.
I am so glad there’s something called an electric blanket that I am very warmly wrapped in it.
I have proved a point to myself that I have known for a long time, and I am sure that a lot of you will agree with me. For a few weeks I’ve had several things laying heavy on my heart and shoulders, so much tragedy every time you turn on the television, then things happening to my friends and in my own personal life.
I read a tad bit about music at a bluegrass festival at Campbell’s Branch on Linefork. I talked to Shawn Stamper on the computer about it late Friday evening. When Shawn told me of the bands that were scheduled, an idea sort of started to develop.
Then Saturday morning I woke up at 3 a.m. very sick as my face, feet and legs were swollen very bad. I knew I wasn’t feeling well enough to make that trip. I couldn’t sleep so I did a load of laundry for my son Keith Ballard, then finally laid back down and fell asleep.
When I awoke Iater, I felt a little better. Keith’s laundry wasn’t all the way dry, and I watched the clock knowing how long it would take me to drive there. I took Keith’s pants from the dryer, spread them over chairs, etc., and grabbed a bag that has been packed for some time. I called Keith to tell him his Mom had finally gone crazy. Keith laughed and asked what had I done now. I told him I was on my way to the mountains, and explained what I had done with his laundry. All Keith said was be careful.
It was 10 a.m. when I left my house, and it was about 2:15 p.m. when I walked through the gates at Campbell’s Branch Community Center.
I had a full tank of gas, but I did stop to replenish before I go there as I didn’t know where any stations were down there. No one knew I was leaving except Keith, and no one knew that I was going to be at the festival.
It was a beautiful day as far as weather. I really don’t understand why there wasn’t a bigger crowd as the music was wonderful. Every band was really good.
It was so good to see my cousin Bev and Jeff Adams. Jack picks with Sunrise Ridge. Bev, I am sorry I didn’t tell you that I might be there as I really didn’t know.
Shawn Stamper, I owe you the same apology.
Jon Caudill, I really regret I didn’t get in touch with you as I would have encouraged your mom Margie to please come.
Darlene Campbell. it was really nice talking to you and getting to know you a little better. Most of all I am glad I met your daughter Christina who is married to my cousin Pete Barton, whom I haven’t seen since he was a baby.
Will Caudill, I bet between you, Jon and Alice know who I am, but I think there are a couple that maybe wish I’d stayed away.
Pam Walker, I listened to your advice as I didn’t have time to look at a truck driver nor someone with a tattoo!
After the festival was over I went to see my brother Jerry and Mattie Hall for a little while. They wanted me to stay overnight, but I knew I had something I had to do Sunday so I left at 10 p.m., and I was home at 2:30 a.m.
Sunday was Old Time Fiddlers. This meets the first Sunday of each month in the basement of Miamitown Fire Dept. at 1 p.m. Free refreshments are furnished by the club.
My sympathy goes out to the family of Melissa Shultz, who was the daughter of Bill and Betty Kelly and a cousin of Gary Eldridge and a host of other relatives.
Not that I need to explain however that was what helped me to make the decision to head for the hills I call home as Betty and I had talked on the phone just a few minutes before Missy passed away, and Betty called me Saturday morning, my heart was breaking for her, and knowing I couldn’t do or say anything and realizing how short life really is, I chose to get in my car and drive instead of sitting here by myself crying.
I did talk to Ann Calihan who came back from her trip to Colorado not feeling very well. I hope Ann is feeling better by now.
Austin Rogers, I hope this finds you and Mildred doing better.
Gwen Huff Farmer, I am glad you really enjoyed the visit with your family and you are able to get back in your garden.
Shirley Wells and her sister Minnie enjoyed their trip to Indianapolis to visit their cousin Coeburn and Carolyn Ison over Memorial weekend.
My sympathy goes to Thelma Brooks in the loss of a brother, Hilliard Halcomb.
I talked to Les and Pat Wagner for a few minutes. Les has planed two tomato plants for me and one for himself. Wasn’t that nice of him?.
Larry and Polly Hasty, I hope I will see you guys as well as Les and Pat this week.
Doyle and Betty Ison, I hope everything is alright with you and I will try to talk to you this week.
Opal Sexton gave my cousin Beverly a mess of peas, and there was enough that Bev shared with me. Thank you, Bev, they were delicious.
J.B. and Barbara Spencer of Ohio will be singing at Cram Creek Church on June 9, Saturday night. They are great singers. He was born and raised at Millstone and has family here. They are good friends of all the Howard family. Everyone is welcome. The Pastor is Bro. Ernest Brock.
As usual I am running short of time, so until next week, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, telephone 513-367- 4682.