Merry Christmas once again!
As I start this column I still haven’t decided to put up a tree or not! I can’t seem to be able to get into the Christmas Spirit, even while driving at night and looking at the beautiful Christmas decorations. I am going to quit reading the newspaper and quit watching television. There are just too many disturbing things going on, and for the present time I have enough in my own life.
Yes, I am having a pity party! No, I don’t want company!
I read of the senseless murder of Dr. Sandlin, who was trying to do good for his patients. My sympathy goes out to his family and everyone in the loss of this doctor.
I finally talked to my dear friend Betty Ison. It is to too cold for me to go sit on her boat dock “deck”, so as soon as a good, deep snow hits our area I am going to get the kids’ old sled out of the garage and head for Doyle and Betty’s so Betty and I can go sled riding. If Doyle doesn’t make fun of us, we may let him take a turn!
Hello to Paul Caudill in Michigan, who reads my column. I remember Paul slightly. I do remember he was a very cute kid and well mannered.
Willamae Boggs told me there was a beautiful snow that hit the mountains of eastern Kentucky. She said it looked like a picture postcard.
I am sorry to say that Willamae spent several days in the hospital. I knew she had an appointment so I called to see how things went. When I didn’t get an answer after several tries of trying to contact her, I called the hospital and, sure enough, she had been admitted!
Even her brother in law Jesse Frazier hadn’t heard anything from Willamae, and of course her husband Carl Boggs was with her at the hospital. I am glad she is home and feeling a little better.
I received an email from Aline Robinson saying her friend Janice Caudill Cornett had gotten in touch with her again. This makes me very pleased that through my column someone was once more reunited with an old friend.
Through this column is how I met Betty and Doyle Ison, Gwen Huff Farmer, and got re-aquatinted with Shirley Wells, just to name a few.
Clarence Huff was so pleased to hear from friends that he hadn’t been in touch with for over 50 years. I will mention once again how much this man touched my life in the brief time I knew him.
Vickie Power and I went to Waynesville, Ohio, which is a little antique town. After going there, we didn’t spend a penny. Several of the shops were closed. We had a good time. After driving back to Harrison we ate supper at LaRosa’s.
Vickie and I went Walmart in Hamilton, Ohio, and found a sleeping bag for the Lightning McQueen kid. I have to stop buying for little Bennie, after all I do have other grandchildren.
Gwen Huff Farmer is expecting several of her children for Christmas. She is still in a lot of pain with her knee. I think she is going to have a knee replacement in the near future.
I believe Ann Calihan had this procedure done a few years ago. Ann, Johnny and the family are doing alright, at least I hope so since I haven’t heard from her.
Shirley Wells and I haven’t talked very much. It seems we both have so much to do.
I haven’t even mailed any Christmas cards out. As I said earlier, I am not in the Christmas spirit!
A wind storm hit this area and I came home to find the carpet ripped off the front porch. My beloved swing turned over and was wedged against the door. There are a few pieces off roof off my garage where it wasn’t put on in the first place. My brother Richie Hall is trying to keep warm as he is like me, not looking forward to the long winter months.
My sister-in-law Wanda has been busy trying to get her Christmas shopping done.
I haven’t talked to my brother Jerry nor Mattie Hall.
Hello to the former Ison gang, Sadie, Evelyn and Bertha in Taylor, Mich. I hope you girls are feeling better.
Clarence and Arlyn Halcomb, throw another log on the fire and stay warm!
Bill Proffitt didn’t make it to Old Time Fiddlers’ Christmas dinner. We really had a good turnout for this event. Old Time Fiddlers meets the first Sunday of each month in the basement of the Miamitown Fire Department at 1 p.m. Refreshments are available.
Life is too short to wake up with regrets. Love the people who treat you right. Forget about the ones who don’t. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy. They just promised it would be worth it.
Well, it is time for me to get this on its way.
Until next time: Rose Ballard Durham, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, telephone 513-367-4682.