Merry Christmas everyone! As I look out my window there’s such a frost in this portion of the Ohio Valley area it looks like snow. It is beautiful, and I must say I hate the thought of leaving my warm house to start my car, as I have to sit in it to let the windows defrost. This make doesn’t have a way to start the car then lock the doors. Just another reason I don’t like this car.
Even though the car is parked in my backyard I will not start it and leave it unlocked, as you never know what will happen.
I finally have a Christmas tree up and have just a few decorations to put on. I haven’t put any other decorations out.
A couple of years ago I spent Christmas in the hospital, but at least I had a few Christmas decorations. I did manage to wrestle my five-foot Santa out of the basement and placed him on the porch. I didn’t do that last year.
I woke up with the thought of my grandma Rosa Hall. How she would build a fire in her coal and wood kitchen stove and put coffee in her coffee pot, fill it with water, and oh I can almost smell Granny’s coffee as it would start to boil.
Sometimes Grandma would pour about a half-cup for me, then add sugar and canned cream. That was so good to taste. If there was a cold biscuit I would dunk that in the coffee, then eat the crumbs with a spoon. Now I was only about six years old.
While remembering this, I fixed a cup of decaf coffee and poured Carnation cream and sugar in it. Oh, I know I will pay a price for doing this, but the longing for just a taste like Grandma used to make has overtaken the common sense.
With Christmas approaching, it seems the years slips away, not only to my childhood but to the first years of our marriage.
When Keith was a baby we didn’t have much money to get him presents, but each passing year things seem to get a little better for us.
One day this past week I shared a memory with Keith of how we had ordered a green Army Jeep for Keith, and kept it hid until Christmas Eve. After Keith and Kay were asleep we pulled it out of hiding, and Jack got his tools and begin to assemble the Jeep.
Oh things couldn’t go as planned as there were some screws missing, plus no directions could be found. After lots of cussing, Jack figured out how to put it together. Now there was one happy little boy when he woke up the next morning. Kay was just tiny so she really didn’t know the meaning of Santa Claus.
The following year Jack’s mother and sister were having it rough financially, so they asked Jack to loan them money so they could get presents, promising to pay back the money the following week so we would have money for our kids.
When it came time there was no sign of anyone. At the time our car was not running, so Jack had to hitch a ride to Harrison, which was about three miles.
Years ago you could go to a couple of stores in Harrison for credit, one was Western Auto. Jack went there and charged a few toys for our two kids or they wouldn’t have anything. You can bet that was the last time he loaned any money.
I don’t shop much anymore as I give money. I decided to get a couple of my young great-grandchildren presents. That is a joke, as I have no idea what a threeyear old boy and a five-yearold girl like to play with.
I called my daughter Kay Gray and asked what Harlow would like.
I am going to Walmart to see if they have a particular doll that she wants. Christian likes dinosaurs, so that shouldn’t be too hard to find. Now the rest can have money.
It hurts me to see what my grandkids and greatgrandkids have when there are so many children that don’t have very much.
My daughter Anna Nottingham is doing all right since she had the heart attack. That is a helpless feeling when you can’t do anything for your child, even though she is grown.
My sympathy goes out to the family of Tim Day. I knew Merlene Davis Day when I was a child going to school at Mill Branch. I slightly remember Doyle Day also.
Dec. 20 is my brother Wallace Lee Hall’s birthday, and needless to say, it is a hard day for me.
Ann Calihan had another surgery for skin cancer on her face. Ann has really had a rough few months. Thank God they have gotten it all. Now the healing process will have to begin. Johnny is doing all right.
Johnny and Ann’s daughter Sue Wagner is having therapy on her shoulder. It is improving though still painful. Sue is still having tests, hoping to be back on the liver transplant list.
As I’ve said before, please keep Sue in your prayers. Sue’s doctors are in Cincinnati and her home is in South Carolina, so she stays with Johnny and Ann so she can go to her doctors.
The preemie twins are really doing great. They are a handful so Sue has to have help in trying to hold them.
Once again I have neglected to check on Les and Pat Wagner. It has been a tough time for me since Thanksgiving. I’ve somehow seem to have lost my zest for life. I don’t rest at night and feel so bad during the day, and can’t keep enough food down to give me energy.
I bet if there was a square dance at Carcassonne Community Center I sure would try to find the energy to go.
The annual Christmas dinner was held Wednesday night. I would have loved to be able to attend this event, although I couldn’t enjoy the good food that was served. I wonder if Santa was there?
Community Arts Center 10 S. College St., Oxford, Oh., has a square dance the first Friday of each month. Jan. 4, at 7 p.m. This is a beautiful room upstairs in the ballroom.
Old Time Fiddlers will meet the first Sunday of each month, Jan. 6, at the VFW Post 7570 – 9160, Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, Ohio 45030.
Thanks for the beautiful Christmas cards. I received a letter from Shelby Hammonds Clarksville, Ind. Shelby stayed with her sisters when she was young, in the Johnson Fork at the Hot Spot (Premium) area. Thank you so much for your beautiful letter.
I’ve said before when it seems that I can’t go a step more, it seems that I get a letter or a call that gives me that little push I need.
I have a busy day ahead of me so I better get this on its way. Merry Christmas to all, I hope it is a great one for each and everyone.
Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, OH 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com.