I hope all you dads and grandfathers had a delightful day with gifts and a nice dinner and time spent with your family.
Father’s Day is always hard for me, even after all the years that Dad has been gone. I try to avoid going close to the greeting card section.
Summertime is almost here so it seems as the weather is getting a little warmer, which means it is the season for storms to crop up. Not to mention swimming. My daughter Kay Gray has an in-ground pool, of course very deep.
My daughter Angie Wiederhold takes my little sidekick Bennie swimming. I beg her to get a child-size life jacket for him, she says he wears “swimmies”, those little plastic water things you put on their arms, but to me that is not enough as Bennie is a real skinny little boy.
Oh the joys of being a grandmother, or a bossy one that is.
A friend and I spent a few hours at Friendship, Ind. I love to go to the flea market there and to see all the different sights. It was a very relaxing and enjoyable time for me.
Later in the afternoon I turned my computer on and my enjoyable day continued as a woman from the mountains of eastern Kentucky was wanting to know how many people remembered the things they did to amuse themselves as a child since toys weren’t available as today.
I really had to laugh as so many are from so many different states, yet our childhood was the same in so many ways, such as things we played as a child.
The most exciting thing we all shared was catching lightning bugs and putting the fluorescent glow on our fingers to make it look like a ring or ears like earrings. Then there’s the thing of catching June bugs and tying strings around a leg and letting them fly until their legs would fall off.
Some remember swinging on grapevines, getting in an old tire and letting someone roll it, trying to smoke corn silks rolled in a paper poke, springboard, playing ball and jacks, Annie over, Red Rover, oh the list goes on and on.
Anita Brewer never had any idea when she shared this post that she would get so many replies.
As it turns out I’ve gotten acquainted through the computer with Pam Dauphinee from Winchester, Ind. Pam is the granddaughter of Andy and Zettie Bates’s family, who lived on Mill Branch when I was a child.
Shirley Wells lives in Clarksville, Tenn. Shirley and I knew each other faintly as teenagers. As some of you know who read my column, it had been over 50 years, and last year we connected in Nashville, Tenn. Shirley and I have similar backgrounds.
I was in for a great surprise as my grandson C.J. Gray and his wife Shannon have moved back from Ocala, Fla. They will be moving temporarily down the road from me. Today I got to spend time with my greatgrandbaby, four-month-old Harlow, and oh she is a doll. It really is amazing to hold a great-grandchild.
My daughter Kay Gray and I had lunch together. Kay was taking care of Harlow while C.J. and Shannon were doing some cleaning. Kay doesn’t look old enough to be a grandmother, even though she has a 12-year-old granddaughter, Samantha Jo.
After lunch I stopped by Kay’s to see some remodeling that is being done on their house. Needless to say it is amazing. Kay turned the master bedroom into a dressing room. She drew the design for the closet herself and showed it to someone, and he made it just the way she wanted it.
Kay has three shelves that have chrome baskets that pull out on casters. Of course all is concealed behind doors.
Not because she is my daughter, Kay is one talented woman. The only thing she has no degree to go along with her talent.
Kay is one of the most meticulous people you would ever meet as she strives for perfection in anything she does.
Once again I finally decided to resume my routine of walking as it has been several months since I have attempted the two-mile walk that was so much a part of my day.
My son Keith Ballard called to ask me if I got caught in the rain. I laughed and answered, “No!” Well Keith was gracious enough to tell me that I wouldn’t melt.
I talked to Ann Calihan who is still not feeling very well at all. Ann somehow has gotten shingles, which I understand is very painful. I really hope she is feeling better before long.
Doyle and Betty Ison are really enjoying the nice weather that we are finally having. It is always so good to talk to Doyle and Betty and especially to go there to visit.
Austin and Mildred Rogers of Jackson, thank you for the wonderful letter. I am glad you enjoy my column.
Oma Hatton, I do believe you are trying to keep up with me with some of your tricks. I really hope you don’t fall anymore. It is hard to heal.
Gwen Huff Farmer, I hope your legs have eased. I know how you miss being able to be out in your garden.
I must have gotten old as I stayed home this weekend.
I will be seeing my extended family, Les and Pat Wagner, along with Larry and Becky Hasty and their daughter Polly and little Kelly, Monday night as Special Delivery Band with Tony Hale will be playing at Hunter’s Pizzeria. This is always a great time to be with this group.
Hello to my brother Jerry and Mattie Hall. Oh my, I almost wrote to my sister Loretta.
Well on that note I will say until next time. Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, telephone: 513- 367-4682.