Whew, we are out of the deep freeze in this little corner of the Ohio Valley area. We had a week of never rising to the freezing degree. I know the meaning of bone chilling.
My porch and steps were snow covered, so I swept the snow off and decided to go clean my car off while I was outside. Of course I forgot to put my gloves on, and by the time I got my car cleaned my fingers were numb. As I tried to get them warm every joint throbbed like a toothache.
You better believe I put my gloves on when I went out after that. Again I will say I am not going to complain too much as we haven’t had anything that other states have had.
My daughter Kay spent a week at her home in Destin, Fla. One morning Kay awoke to a surprise as her car was frozen over with ice. I told her I hoped it snowed at least three feet.
It started snowing in the wee hours of Monday morning, and then another round of snow hit in the afternoon and left us with about three to four inches. Needless to say I made snow cream. In fact I made two bowls before the snow started melting. It is strange how there are so many different variations of snow.
This snow was a powderlike substance that would melt as fast as I poured the Carnation Milk over it.
Growing up at Roxana Mommy would tell us kids to look out the window and repeat as fast as we could, “Granny lost her featherbed.” Mom said it would make it snow faster. I can still hear myself repeating those words.
Of course when my children were little I told this story to them. Monday afternoon I get a text on my cellphone from my daughter Anna Nottingham saying Granny finally lost her featherbed!
At first it didn’t dawn on me what she was meaning, and then I started laughing as she remembered those words of long ago. I am so thankful for the things that Mom took the time to share with me. I admit it makes me proud that Anna remembered this little ditty of an old-fashioned saying.
My daughters Kay and Anna both make snow cream for their families. Angie has never made 10-yearold Bennie snow cream, as she says she forgets to buy canned milk.
I stopped by the grocery store to get a bottle of vanilla flavoring. Was I in for a surprise at the price for pure vanilla extract. I finally found a bottle that was cheaper but it was imitation.
I never realized there was a recipe for snow cream on the computer, and that made me laugh. I never heard of anyone measuring the amount of snow, sugar or whatever you want to put in it.
Are you staying free of the flu? I hear on the television that it is rampant. Please be careful and take care of yourself. There are so many pros and cons about the flu shot, but my doctor gave me one as my immune system is weak.
Again I wonder about the times of growing up in the mountains of eastern Kentucky.
When we kids got a cold or croup, as Mom called it, Mom would make a poultice of coal oil (kerosene), turpentine, and lard together, and rub it on our chests, and then put an old rag to our chests. Mom was a true believer in using Vicks Salve, which is now called Vicks VapoRub.
In the summer when you ran barefoot all summer, sometimes you would step on a nail and once again the bottle of turpentine was used to pour on the wound. I don’t ever remember anyone going to a doctor.
There is so much sickness and sadness everywhere we turn, and it has no preference where or whom it hits.
I have always tried to treat people as I want to be treated and it doesn’t always work out that way. I wish sometimes I could make my heart so cold as not to care for anyone, but I am not made of that material.
I have found out one thing, I have heard a lot about something called karma. I really never paid too much attention to it, but I have heard it comes back to bite you in the behind. I read something that says a strong woman doesn’t seek revenge as she moves on and lets karma do her dirty work. I’ve also heard you can’t do wrong and get by. I don’t know about that part, as it sure seems it works for a lot of people.
I talked to Les and Pat Wagner for a few minutes. Pat is trying to regain her strength and let the doctors figure out what is going on with her. Maybe when the weather gets a little better Pat will feel a little better.
Johnny and Ann Calihan are really enjoying the visit with their daughter Sue Wagner, as Sue’s daughter Lauren joined them for a visit.
I’ve tried to eat a little solid food that I haven’t been able to eat in almost two years, with not very good results. We don’t value our health until it starts to fail. I am not restricted to a feeding tube or an oxygen tank, and I am able to walk around and do things halfway normal. If only I would get the energy to dance again.
My daughter Kay Gray got me a new flat-screen television for Christmas, and I can’t understand why manufacturers make such cheap products. You hear of children pulling televisions over on them and being crushed. I fully understand as this one has two thin legs to hold a 43-inch flat screen.
I am going to see if I can find one with a sturdier base. I don’t have little children here that much anymore, as my great-grandchildren are never here very often. I don’t feel safe, as I never know when someone could come. It is ridiculous that something this dangerous can be sold. Please be careful in the choice of furniture or electronics you purchase.
My deepest sympathy goes out to Malcolm Wilson, whom I have admired as a photographer for some time. I recently met Malcolm at Blackey Days.
Well I need to get my day started, so until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, Ohio 45030.