Whitesburg KY

Ripe persimmons taste better than steak

Southern Ohio

Hello again, everyone! Thanks again for the phone calls about the missing column. I promise I will try not to make the same mistake again. It seems some time or other I somehow hit a wrong key and it added an extra letter of the alphabet. I was in a hurry and didn’t check. Computers are very good, I can’t blame it on anything but my mistake. It is nice to hear that so many missed my column!

Well, I have been begging once again. Ike Adams has been bragging about the abundance of persimmons. Ike was good enough to take pity on a hungry person. He sent me a bag of persimmons. A steak of the best kind could not have tasted any better.

I very seldom disagree with my younger brother, Richie Hall, but he doesn’t care for persimmons and I love these simple mountain treasures of my childhood. Just kidding. I don’t disagree with anyone about what they like to eat. I know several people who don’t like persimmons, and lots of things that I do!

Clayton makes fun of me for liking stuff like this. I have embarrassed him several times when we were at Renfro Valley. I discovered a couple of trees beside the road and Clayton pulled the car down the road so no one saw him with me.

The last time we were there, about three years ago, my sisterin law, Wanda Hall, and I were picking up persimmons and a lady from the store brought me out a bag. She said several people stopped to gather them each year.

I think I am going to Paint Lick to visit Ike and Loretta. Thanks, you two.

Ike tells me this particular persimmon tree is over a hundred years old. A friend of his, Dan Ledford, is 95 years old and said it was a big tree when he was young.

Last year Elaine Adams of London sent me pawpaws. This year there aren’t any because of the freeze so late in the spring. In fact, there weren’t peaches, apples or any kind of fruit.

Blackberries were plentiful in this area. I have been enjoying blackberry dumplings, which Mommy (Ora Hall) always called blackberry cobbler.

It is beginning to look like fall around here,. There are some beautiful colors coming our way. As I was driving down Cleves and Warsaw Pike, the golds, browns, reds and greens were breathtaking.

After this week I think I will go to town and stand on a street corner with a little tin can to see if someone will make some donations so I can head for the mountains of eastern Kentucky. I might go out to the highway and stick up my thumb, or carry a sign saying “heading for eastern Kentucky.” I think a dark cloud has been hanging over my head. Somehow a side window got shattered in the van. It is a special order; at least I have insurance for this. The same day my furnace went out, and that cost too much, plus I was having some other things going wrong. My louvered door fell in my bathroom. I kicked it and I think I broke my toe. I bet I won’t try that trick again.

The Calihan reunion was a great success, though there were quite a few who were missed – Hattie Calihan Taylor, who was unable to travel, health reasons; Junior Calihan, in a nursing home; and the passing of our little extra mountain mama Alma Whitaker.

There was food galore and in the cool of the evening they had a wiener roast in the hollow of Paradise Valley. I bet the mountains were ringing with laughter and memories of years gone by.

Johnny and Ann Calihan left Harrison, Ohio, being Pony Express for me. They were kind enough to take my sister, Loretta Church, a care package for me.

Hayward and Vivian Day along with their daughter, Kim, went to the reunion. Thanks for stopping by to see Loretta and my brother, Wallace Lee Hall, at Letcher Manor. Hayward and Vivian knew Daddy and Mother when they were young. Vivian is Ann Calihan’s sister.

Several of Ann and Johnny’s children attend this reunion every year. Their daughter ,Sue Wagner, and her daughter, Lauren, enjoy going to the Pine Mountain Grill!

As my daughter, Angie Weiderhold, was picking up little Ben, someone knocked at the door. It was Sue Wagner and Lauren stopping by to see Angie and little Ben. As I sat and listened to the laughter of Angie and Sue, the time seemed to turn back to their teenage years. Giggling, they were talking about secrets they had shared. I told Angie she better watch, she may be 42, but she still might get in trouble. It really was a pleasure having the girls together here.

Sue and Angie are both nurses. Sue works for a group of pediatricians where little Ben goes to the doctor. Even though Angie is a nurse, she relies on Sue a lot for information. I know one thing, this baby-sitting is about to get me down.

There have been bad storms in Gwen Huff Farmer’s area in Illinois, and near Shirley Wells in Clarksville, Tenn., and in this area too. I slept through it all. I could have been blown away and would have slept through it, I guess.

I have been having trouble with my legs cramping me at night. Does any one have a good old-fashioned remedy? I am told it is from the blood pressure medicine I am taking.

My daughter, Anna, and her husband, Scott Nottingham, are spending a few days in Pigeon Forge, Tenn. They are going to Dollywood. Their anniversary was Sept. 5, so this is the first chance for them to get away. I am watching the girls, Sarah, Jessica and Katelyn.

I received a phone call from my anonymous news reporter that I made a mistake in my column. It was called click the wheel, not click and clack. Leave it to me; now it did cause a laugh.

Hello to my faithful readers, the Jones Boys, Levine Jones of Bristol Tenn., and Bruce Jones of Linefork, along with Bruce’s brother, Delbert Jones.

Richie bought a small camper. I think I will just move in it for the winter. Wanda is a good cook. Maybe once in a while Bruce will invite me to Sunday dinner when he has chicken and dumplings!

As usual the old clock is chasing me again, so until next time. Rose Ballard Durham, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, 513-367-4682.

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