Hello Everyone! How’s everyone doing? The weather has cooled down just a little. I will try not to complain about it being hot as just a few months I will be the first in line saying it is cold.
Well folks, I sort of mislead everyone as I was positive I was going to the mountains that I love so much last weekend, but I couldn’t be completely sure. Once again I will say that I was afraid to mention in my column, as I was having another bout with my stomach issue, plus I had a friend who was in the hospital and I didn’t want to go that far.
My cell phone doesn’t have service when I get out of Lexington, yet I can go to Florida and have excellent service.
Friday, I left my house at 7 a.m., and pulled in front of Whitesburg Motel at 11 a.m. I had to make a couple of pit stops or I would have been there a little earlier. It was too early to check in at the motel so I backtracked to Isom, stopped at Deanna’s Designs, and then took a drive to Isom.
On the way back I decided to take a few minutes to stop at Faye’s Sewing Corner. I’ve wanted to stop there for sometime, since Faye is married to my cousin Tony Shepherd. Actually after I talked to her a few seconds, I believe she is my blood relation as she has my quick wit. I didn’t recognize Faye and she didn’t know me either, after a few seconds I asked what her name was and then introduced my self.
Faye called Tony and we talked for a little while before I told him who I was. For those who need any kind of sewing, alterations or whatever your needs, please go check out Faye’s Sewing Center.
I finally ventured back to the motel as I was feeling exhausted, so I rested for a while then I got ready and headed for Campbell Branch Community Center. Sunrise Ridge was the featured band. I am still somewhat of a stranger at Campbell’s Branch. Darlene Campbell always makes me feel so welcome when I enter the room.
I talked to Marcia Caudill, and Mike and Marcia had other plans and couldn’t go Friday night. As exhausted as I was I did find the strength to dance a couple of dances.
Campbell’s Branch had a packed house. A group of people were attending an event at Cavalry College, and came to Campbell’s Branch. They came from as far as Paducah, and a place called Monkey’s Brow. I had teased Shawn about giving out a prize for whoever came the longest distance. Shawn’s uncle from Middletown, Oh., attended Campbell’s Branch and Carcassonne too.
Once again I will say how lucky that people are to have places like Campbell’s Branch and Carcassonne Community Center to go to where there’s no drinking nor drugs. Not once have I ever heard of anyone sneaking outside to sell pot at these two places.
I asked Shawn if I could meet him and Flo at Blackey and follow them to Carcassonne Saturday night. Bertha Turner said she would love to go to Carcassonne, but she doesn’t like to drive there by herself, so we made plans for her to ride with me.
I worried about Bertha driving back across Cowan Mountain. I know that is a bad stretch of road especially at night, as I have driven that road when my brother Richie Hall was alive. I thought about asking her to spend the night at the motel, but I am so restless, I am better off being alone.
Saturday before Bertha and I started on our venture to Carcassonne, my cousin Tony and Faye Shepherd stopped by the motel for a visit. It really was a pleasure to spend time with them, as it has been several years.
I decided to stay an extra day at the motel, so Sun- day my niece Sue and her husband Mart Hall, along with Sue’s daughter April, and Brooke, and Izzy Bee, picked me up at the motel for a full day’s adventure.
Mar t borrowed his brother’s new pickup truck and took us to the cemetery on Big Branch. The road is so horrible, it is a shame that ever who is in charge of fixing the road, would let it get in that condition. Then look at some of the roads that are traveled every day.
Mart did such a wonderful job cleaning Dad and Mom’s graves off. We didn’t have time to get the weeds and moss from Pa and Ma Coots’s graves. Richie would go ever so often and clean all the graves when he was able to do it.
We then went to Pine Mountain Grill for a bite to eat. Bessie Shepherd and I ate there several years ago, and the fish was great. I am limited on what I can eat and it is a treat to go to a restaurant. More than anything I enjoyed being with everyone.
After we ate, Mart and Sue stopped by my brother Jerry Allen Hall’s grave. For him to be alone, that is heartbreaking. I don’t think anyone has decorated Jerry’s grave in several years.
Thanks, Mart and Sue, for a wonderful day, and thanks to April and Brooke for making sure I didn’t fall walking up and down at both cemeteries. I don’t think I’ve ever had this much caring attention in a long time. Usually I am the caregiver and worry about someone else.
Johnny and Ann Calihan’s daughter Sue Wagner is staying between her parents and her daughter Ashley’s. One of the preemies had some trouble eating and is back in the hospital. Please keep this family in your prayers.
I haven’t heard from Les and Pat in a week or so, it is about time I give them a call. Maybe one of these days we can get together and go listen to Tony Hale and Black Water at Haddix Pizzeria, formerly Hunter’s Pizzeria.
The Dean Osborne Festival at Hyden is coming up, Sunrise Ridge is playing there along with a good lineup. I wish that wasn’t so far for me to go. When I get that far I want to just keep going and head back to Letcher County.
I wanted to stop by all the shops on Route 7, but each time I passed it was too late to stop. You need a day just to enjoy going to each place.
There’s so much more I want to write about, but the old clock is catching up with me.
Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com.