Merry Christmas everyone!
Thanksgiving is just a memory and it seems as if this year has really gone by so fast. I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving
It was rather quiet around here as it was just my son Keith Ballard and myself. There was enough food for an army of course.
I waited to the last minute to decide I was going to cook. I bought a small turkey, which was still too much. This is the first time I have fixed a turkey and dressing in several years, and I have to say the dressing was really good, what little I ate.
My daughter Anna Nottingham had two very sick children on Thanksgiving so she postponed her dinner plans.
My daughter Angie my little sidekick Bennie Wiederhold decided to go to Bob Evans.
I finally have an appointment in a couple of weeks to have a procedure done to see what is going on with my digestive system. At times I get so disgusted from feeling so bad, then I take a step back and think of others who are in worse condition than me.
My sympathy goes out to the family of Bernice Baker, who was a childhood friend of Gwen Huff Farmer. I had the utmost pleasure of meeting Bernice a few years ago, and she was beautiful woman and so precious.
I miss Gwen and her brother Clarence Huff so much as they were more like family to me than friends. I may be the last person that Clarence Huff spoke to on the phone just a short time before he took his final journey.
Through writing for The Mountain Eagle I have met so many wonderful people over the years, strangers that have become closer than family to me. I wouldn’t even start trying to mention all the names that have impacted my life in the last few years.
For some reason childhood memories have been flooding my thoughts, and there’s one place we lived during my childhood that has always been such a special place to me. It was a little house that was hidden back in the trees in the summer that Daddy and Mommy rented from Vernon Hogg. It meant a walk to Mill Branch School from there, through cold and rain or whatever weather.
Daddy bought a cow from Vernon Hogg, and I loved going to the barn to watch Mommy milk. Mommy would take a little water and wash the cow’s teats and then start milking. I wanted so bad to try but never asked Mom to let me.
One time while Mommy was milking, the old Jersey kicked Mommy, causing her to spill the milk. Mommy was a little woman but she took her long-handled cooker that that she was milking in, whacked old Jersey a good one. I was sitting on the steps watching, and I wanted to laugh but was afraid Mommy was hurt so I didn’t.
Mom always raised a garden, canning everything she could. There was a place under the porch with shelves so that’s where she put her canned stuff until it started to freeze.
Mom made sauerkraut with the cabbage stalks in it. I opened up several jars once, removing the stalks. Mommy noticed the sauerkraut was turning dark and realized the cabbage stalks were gone. Mom didn’t whip me, but I sure got a good scolding.
When we moved back to Roxana I was heartbroken as I loved living there, away from everyone. There’s never a time when I drive pass by the location that I don’t long just to walk to where the house used to be.
Roxana will always be home to me, and the time we lived away from everyone will always be my favorite time of growing up.
I’ve always been sort of weird I guess, as I love people, but I just like living away from everyone. I am still the same to the present time.
Les and Pat Wagner spent Thanksgiving with family in the mountains. I am sure a great time was had by everyone.
Hello to James and John Ison. James is recuperating at home from his accident. James is a very lucky young man, and I am sure he realizes that.
Doyle and Betty Ison had Thanksgiving dinner with their family on Saturday as their son Mike had to work on Thanksgiving. I hope Doyle and Betty are feeling better. It seems everywhere you turn there’s sickness.
Ricky Caudill is anxious for his house to finished so he can move in. By the pictures he posts, it really is a neat place.
Mike and Marcia Caudill spent Thanksgiving with Mike’s mother, and Ricky spent Thanksgiving alone as he didn’t feel like going anywhere If I hadn’t been so sick I would have packed a meal and delivered it to him.
Johnny and Ann Calihan, I hope everything is alright your way.
Well, I have some things I need to do so take care and enjoy your family. We never know what can happen.
Until next time.