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Old friends enjoy trip to flea market

Southern Ohio

Hello again, everyone! As usual time is really flying fast for me! It seems I just sent a column in and here it is time for me to gather my thoughts.

We are having the most beautiful weather at the present time in the Harrison, Ohio area. My heart aches when I see so much destruction by the flood in Columbus, Ind., area and through the Iowa area, too. A lot of people who make Columbus their home are from the mountains of eastern Kentucky. Water and fire are two things we have no control over once it gets going.

I have something to be very thankful to God for! I stopped at a local bank parking lot, started to get out of my car, thought I had put my car in park, hit reverse instead. As I stepped out the car door hit me and knocked me to the ground, missing running over me by inches. My son, Keith Ballard, was close enough to race as fast as he could through the parking lot to jump in my car to stop it before it went backward into a Dumpster or a parked car.

I thought my left arm was broken, but it is just badly banged up. I look like someone has beat my arm with a board as it is so bruised. Yes, I am not ashamed to say God was with me. Just a few weeks ago, a woman was killed in almost the same predicament.

My friend, Linda Hollan, and I went to a flea market at Brookville, Ind. I worked with Linda at J.C. Penney Outlet for 11 years. We have remained close since the store closed in 2000.

I met a friend of mine at the flea market I hadn’t seen in some time. It is always nice to run into old friends or to make a new one!

I did see something in produce they were selling, sugar peas. I asked where they were getting these, I was told in the Millville-Oxford area. I laughed and said someone is from the mountains! I bypassed them as I was too stingy to pay the price they were asking!

After the trip to Brookville I drove to Rising Sun, Ind., to the Senior Center to listen to music.

After I went to church with Linda on Father’s Day, I pretended it was Mother’s Day. I went to Olive Garden for supper. Everyone I tried to get hold of was either gone or busy so I went by myself. I wore high heels. I hadn’t put my feet in heels in several years, when I removed them some of you women can relate to this, I had two very swollen feet.

Gwen Huff Farmer has finally gotten her garden straightened up from the storms that had been hitting her area.

Johnny Calihan stopped by with lettuce and onions once again. He said his onions are starting to head. The lettuce has been the best this spring that I have ever eaten.

I finally remembered to ask Ann Calihan if her roses were blooming that I brought her from her grandma, Mary Caudill’s, place on Tolson Creek. My sister in-law, Mattie Hall, and I dug them up, really Mattie digging. I helped pull and then we stuffed the long vine in two garbage bags and brought them back to Harrison. I had to laugh each time I looked in the back of the van as it looked like I had someone tied up in the bags.

Ann said the rose was really full of blooms this year. and had a few blooms last year. I do believe this has been the year for roses as mine has really been beautiful. Ann is so proud of the rose vine since it came from her grandma’s old homeplace.

My daughter, Angie Wiederhold, gave me a rose bush for Mother’s Day. It has three blooms and is coral color.

My youngest daughter, Anna Nottingham, along with her husband, Scott, and daughters Sarah, Jessica and Katelyn, are enjoying a week in Panama City Beach, Fla. Scott’s sister, Sherrie, and her friend, Clara, flew down to Florida to join them. Scott is a Ft. Mitchell policeman, and Sherrie is a police officer in Hamilton County. Their brother, Keith, has something to do with the police or fire department. I still don’t behave even though there are police in my family!

I have some special hellos to send to Genita Calihan in Paradise Valley, from her daughter, Janey Whitaker of Franklin, Ohio. Janey sends her love to her mom and to her uncle, Johnny, and Ann Calihan.

Shirley Wells and I finally have gotten to listen to WMMT at the same time. It is much more enjoyable to be able to communicate with her while listening to the music and voices of he mountains. I am listening to Chuck Johnson of “Back Tracks” on WMMT as I am doing my column. Shirley likes to hear his recordings. Hello, Jim Webb.

We also enjoy music on AOL Bluegrass together. I haven’t heard from Bobby Joe or Madonna Pass to know if Bounce radio is up and running yet or not.

I was sorry to hear of the death of Bobby Joe’s mother. We have been there and gone through that, so my heart and thoughts are with you. Sometimes I am reminded of something Mommy used to do, and I can still see her expression. Mom loved dancing as I have often said before. She never went dancing after she married Daddy and started raising a family. She would dance in the house for us kids. I guess that is where I get my love for music. My little Bennie loves music too, so do several of my granddaughters and my two great-grandchildren.

I received a phone call from Alberta Bailey of Hot Spot (Premium); it is always good to hear from her. Alberta tells me she remembers me being such a pretty and petite little girl. I wonder what happened to me?

Betty and Doyle Ison are doing okay. Just when I feel I can’t go another mile that Betty will say something and makes me feel better. The same with Ann Calihan.

Barefoot Bill and Betty Kelly are doing all right. Their daughter, Melissa, is doing some better; her cancer is in remission.

Betty’s brother, Doug Bryant, is holding his own fighting his battle with cancer. Hang in there, Doug!

My brother, Jerry Hall, is doing alright since his stay at Whitesburg hospital. My sister, Loretta Church, left Letcher Manor Nursing Home; she is somewhere in Virginia.

I am anxiously waiting to keep a date with Clarence Halcomb to sit under their peach tree and eat peaches. Someone on WMMT said there was nothing sweeter than Georgia peaches, well I will disagree with that statement as there’s nothing to compare to the taste of a peach from Clarence Halcomb’s trees. A homegrown peach is the most delicious taste. Ask Bill and Mary Halcomb and Gwen Huff Farmer as they have peach trees, too. I bought a basket of peaches at the flea market from Alabama. They were very good, just whetted my appetite.

Clarence, this joke is especially for you. One day a mother was out and a dad was in charge. Someone had given their little girl a little tea set as a gift and it was one of her favorite toys. Her daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news and her brother was playing nearby in the living room when she brought Daddy a little cup of ‘tea’, which was just water. After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, her mom came home. The dad made her wait in the living room to watch the girl bring him a cup of tea, because it was ‘just the cutest thing!!’ Her mom waited, and sure enough, here she came down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watches him drink it up, then says, ‘Did it ever occur to you that the only place that baby can reach to get water is the toilet?’

Old Time Fiddlers will meet July 6 in the basement of the fire department in Miamitown, Ohio, 1-4 p.m. Refreshments are available. Hope to see my two anonymous friends there.

It is time for me to get something done, as that clock is chasing me again. Until next time.

Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email Bluegrassmama4@aol.com.

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