Here we are almost in the middle of January already. Oh, time is passing too fast for me.
We are supposed to get some bad weather tonight with freezing rain, and I am glad I don’t have to get out tonight to go anywhere. The weather outside is frightful, inside the warmth is so delightful.
Someone was teasing me about going to Florida for the winter. I laughed and said, no way, it might be nice to go visit for a few days. I love the changing of the seasons except when I have to go out.
Sunday was Old Time Fiddlers meeting. We had a good attendance and only two musicians, although I enjoyed John Steuver on the fiddle, and Lynnville Thompson on the banjo. There was plenty of food so no one went away hungry.
As I listened to the sound of the fiddle and banjo, thoughts of Mom came strolling through as she would tell me how many times a few got together to walk across the mountain from Big Branch to Paces Branch to get to Nora Calihan’s and square dance.
They would dance into the wee hours of the morning, then have to trek back across the mountain, sometimes using a pine torch for a light so they could see.
Doyle and Betty Ison wanted to come, but we were expecting bad weather and Betty has been sick for a week or so.
Ann Calihan called to see how I was doing, and it seems Ann has been very sick too. Now if I could hear something from Polly Maucher to see how she is doing.
I really enjoy seeing the pictures that Michael Ison’s daughter Brooke “shares” on the computer. It is like watching this precious baby grow.
Hello to Frick and Frack. It sure has been a while since I have heard anything from either of them.
Richard Caudill is back writing again. He is such a good writer, and I really enjoy his adventures.
There’s a website called Appalachian Americans that Betty Kelly told me about. Oh how I enjoy it, along with Tall Tales and Kentucky Folklore. The posts sometimes are like taking a trip back to childhood at home with Daddy and Mommy.
I remember Daddy killing a hog, salting the meat down, then hanging the hams and middling, which Mom also called side meat. She would slice it for bacon. Grandma always loved the hog’s head as she would clean it and do something with it.
Back then there was something called the lights. I guess it was something like the lung, and Daddy loved fresh, fried liver. I am sorry to say but I can’t tolerate meat when it is freshly butchered, no matter what kind.
Mom would catch a chicken, wring its neck, then have a kettle of hot water to scald the chicken, pluck the feathers, singe the small pinfeathers, and then she would cut it up. I helped as a child. Mom saved the feathers for pillows.
I carried on this tradition when I was married, except I couldn’t eat after I cooked it. We raised hogs and when we had one butchered, I didn’t eat the meat because I helped feed them.
On the website it showed a picture taken in the 1930s of a church having and old-time foot washing. In this particular picture it sure looked like a man in a dress and hat. I wonder did they allow men to dress this way? Are there still foot washings in church at this time? I wonder how this was done and if the water was changed or did they put their feet in after everyone else?
Oh my, there goes my inquiring mind working overtime.
As ticklish as I am on the bottom of my feet, I would have kicked someone, as I can’t stand my feet touched.
When my children were little, if they caught me lying down or sitting with my feet up, they would sneak and try to touch the bottom of my feet.
Hello to Mattie Hall, to Mart and Sue Hall, and Wanda Hall.
Millie Purdue, it was great hearing from you again. Lois Ison, thanks for loving Mommy and the family, and it was nice hearing from you.
I have a busy day ahead of me, so until next time,
Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, Ohio 45030, email, Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, telephone, 513-367-4682.