Happy Father’s Day and hello to all.
We have had our share of bad weather in this area with lots of rain and flash floods. I don’t think I have seen so much water come from the driveways then onto Lawrenceburg Road in many years. The water looked like a shallow river as we drove through. I also noticed the Whitewater River was out of its banks and the mighty Ohio is rolling.
This always worries me as my house isn’t too far from the Whitewater River. In 1996 I had water up to my knees in my basement. I could hear things floating around during the night, a night I didn’t think would ever end. The water was clear as drinking water and I wasn’t afraid to wade in it. I had to go down to put in a sump pump. Wait a minute, I am not so dumb that I had the sump pump turned on while wading. I have to plug it up in the kitchen so that means getting everything set up then coming back upstairs to plug the cord into the wall.
The only thing, the hose I was using was way too small to carry it, so my son-in-law came the next day with a commercial hose, which taught me to buy a bigger hose so I don’t have to ask anyone anymore.
The same way with a Weed Eater. I don’t know how to use a gas Weed Eater so I bought an electric one.
My friend Vickie Power bought a lawn mower that you start with a key, so the female species can handle things when we want to!
I went to the Coon Hunters Club, 200 Warwick Road, Hamilton Ohio. For those of you that have asked me how to go, all I can tell you is find B Street in Hamilton, and follow it. It will take you out in the country and you will think you are down in the hills of Kentucky.
Please don’t ask me for direction because I can’t tell anyone, but I seem to find where I want to go and back.
The music was good. Marvin Davis was there to listen but didn’t play, which was a disappointment to all the crowd. Marvin is the best fiddle player that I have listened to.
The more I talk to Marvin Davis I find he is a very knowledgeable person. Marvin doesn’t talk a lot. The few times I have talked to him, I really like to listen as he has traveled places beyond my wildest imagination, places like Honolulu.
Marvin did a stint in Vietnam. You will never find this gifted or talented musician pushy nor is he someone to brag about anything. As I talked to him a brief time I really enjoyed it. He said there are only boys in his family, and he helped his mom as a child. He has her wood and coal cook stove in his garage that she used to raise her family. Now he builds a fire in it in the winter as he does woodworking. I had forgotten I had heard sometime ago that he made musical instruments. Marvin has made grandfather clocks also.
Stan McFarland is another great fiddle player and so is Gil Benson. I have heard lots of musicians since I have been into bluegrass music; all musicians have their own way of playing their instruments.
I almost forgot to mention there were two special guests at Coon Hunters Club as Clarence and Arlyn Halcomb were there. It was so good to see them. The place is always so crowded you can’t find a place to sit at times.
I really didn’t get to spend very much time with them. I was on the dance floor two or three or maybe four times.
I am very sorry to say the Family and Friends Reunion that is put on by Polly Ison Maucher in New Trenton, Ind., July 3 has been cancelled due to so much sadness in the family the last few month or so. Polly said there were a lot who were disappointed about the cancellation, but there’s just been too much that has happened to have it this year. Mark your calendar for next year.
Polly lost her sister-inlaw Eveda Ison just a short time ago, there was the sudden death of Amy Ison.
Last week when I wrote my column I did not realize Amy Ison was such a close relation to Polly and Ann Calihan. Amy was Polly’s brother Bob Ison’s daughter-in-law. My heartfelt sympathy goes out to her young son and husband and all the family and friends.
Polly Maucher and family want to thank everyone for the kindness that was shown at this tragedy. Larry Roark, I am told, did a wonder job singing under a very difficult time, though he enjoyed seeing Frick and Frack even under the sad circumstances.
Polly, along with her sister Jean Ison and their brother Doug Ison, drove together to Kingscreek.
Amy had worked some long hours and evidently fell asleep at the wheel while driving.
Polly asked me had I ever been that tired that I fell asleep. Yes this has happened to me two or three times. The night our mother died, I was too stubborn to stay at my daughter Angie Wiederhold’s so I started for home. I had to stop my car on a street and sleep for a few minutes, then a short time later I pulled into Walmart parking lot and slept for a short while. I got within a half of a mile to my house and had to put my head out the window so the cool air would make me stay alert enough to make it home.
Another time I had worked all day then afterward, danced most of the night so within a mile of my house I felt my car edging up a small embankment. I had drifted to sleep.
Everyone remember there’s Letcher County Day Sept. 25 at the shelter behind the community center, if I can get it. If not, it will be at the shelter on the hill.
Maybe my brother Richie and Wanda Hall will come again so I can go camp out once again to hold the shelter.
Polly Maucher said she noticed on the drive between Jackson and Whitesburg, alongside the road was the cleanest she has ever seen, plus the mimosa trees were so beautiful.
A friend of mine who was born and raised in Ohio doesn’t know what a mimosa tree is. I told him he should have married a girl from the mountains and he would learn a lot about the culture, slang words and nature.
No off ense to city girls. Sometimes I do wish my kids and grandkids could live just a week as my mother did while rearing us children. I would like to see them try to start a fire in a wood and coal stove. No matter how cold or hot!
My daughters Angie Wiederhold and Kay Gray might survive and Anna Nottingham is experienced enough in roughing it as she is a Girl Scout troop Leader. Going out back to the little house might be a diff erent thing! Quit your laughing!
When Anna was small she loved going out to the toilet when our parents lived at Blackey. Mom had chickens at one time and she would get to stop and watch them; that was the main reason for frequent trips I discovered.
It seems I am forever getting myself into a fix of one kind or another. There’s been a cat at my house that the neighbor moved off and left. An animal or someone hurt this cat very badly. It was lying under the swing and I didn’t realize this. As I put my foot down the cat must have thought I was going to hurt it, and it bit me rather badly.
Keith asked, did I kick it? I asked Keith, how do you kick something that is already injured? I stopped the bleeding and cleaned up the wound, which is healing!
I pulled weeds out of my friend’s yard, not realizing I got into an ant hill. I am allergic to ants, ended up with an inch of ant bite marks, plus a blasted mosquito bite that is leaving a scar.
Does anyone want to join my fun party?
My dear friend Willamae Ison spent a few days in Pikeville Medical Center. Willamae had bypass surgery. She put off going to the doctor until it was almost too late.
Willamae came through surgery really well. I was worried about her but I guess she is stronger than I expected. I guess Carl will be glad when she gets home as I have bothered him enough asking about them both.
Jessie Frazier has even received a couple of phone calls too. He said his garden is really doing good this year.
If all goes well I will be in the mountains of eastern Kentucky about the time The
is printed next week or headed back, as I am going to make a fast trip there and back.
My brother Richie and Wanda Hall don’t know for sure what I am planning, neither do my brother Jerry Hall and his wife Mattie.
My brother Wallace Lee Hall, who is in Letcher Manor Nursing Home, lost his small refrigerator when he lost his wife, Georgia Dixon Hall, and I am going to take him one if I can find a small one.
Gwen Huff Farmer sent me some pictures of her garden. I believe a weed would be afraid to try to grow in it. It is not as small as Gwen thought she would put out.
I did get to spend a little time on the computer with Shirley Wells, who is trying to stay cool and not get wet at times.
I am going to head Betty and Doyle Ison’s way before long, either before the sun comes up or after it goes down.
Emma Engle, I hope you and Red are perking along pretty good by now! Oma Hatton, stay out of the heat or rain whichever you’re having down old Kentucky way.
I better get this headed toward The Mountain Eagle.
As usual I am running behind. Until next time. Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email bluesgrassmama4@ aol.com (513)367-4682.