Hello everyone! Spring arrived in the Ohio Valley area for a couple of days, then the temperature plummeted like the stock market on television, with rather cold nights.
At least it was beautiful for a day. Even with the rain it was warm.
As I was driving home from doing an errand, I experienced sort of a weird thing. All of a sudden it came a downpour of rain so hard the windshield wipers seemed to be working overtime, then to the left of me a ray of bright sunshine came through. All of a sudden in front was fog that looked like smoke. This was within five minutes.
Finally it was nothing but light fog until I reached home. I have seen sunshine and rain at the same time, not all these changes at once.
How is everyone handling the coronavirus that is sweeping throughout the world?
For the past couple of weeks I haven’t felt good enough to be out and about, so I have stayed at home unless I really had to go out. My granddaughter Jodi is persistent that I don’t leave my house. There are a few things only I can take care of. With my daughter Ann Nottingham’s insisted I replenish my food supply, which this time I am glad I listened to her.
At the present time Ohio is on lockdown, quarantined in your own home, shelter in place, or whatever it is called, except to go to grocery store, pharmacy, or to the doctor.
I am sure that when this first started I recall hearing a statement on live television, President Trump stating, this is a hoax! Well if it is a hoax, it is affecting the whole world.
That reminds me as of a song that has been around for years, that my kids used to sing in Sunday school, He’s Got the Whole Word In His Hands, referring to God, not President Trump.
There’s so much going on that my nimble brain can’t seem to comprehend. I can understand people stocking up on food, etc., as I plainly wrote in a statement above, however I didn’t try to buy the whole darn store out.
As a matter of fact I didn’t listen fast enough or else people had started earlier, as I had a difficult time finding a few cans of soup.
It really amazed me. Before Anna gave me the heads up to get a few things, as she was afraid being quarantined was going to take place.
My son Keith Ballard enjoys soup beans and cornbread occasionally, but not a bean could be found on Kroger’s shelves, nor any store locally.
There must be a few people who still know how to cook from scratch. Now if someone would be kind enough to share the recipe using toilet tissue. This is the main object that everyone seems to be stocking up.
Again, I will say I am glad I was raised in the mountains. I think I am going to hang on to my Mountain Eagle, since there are no catalogs available any more.
In my haste of shopping, I forgot to purchase butter. Keith stopped to pick some up, but of course there wasn’t any to be found.
Keith found a substitute, so I have a couple of bottles of Parkay squeeze in the refrigerator. At least he didn’t get a dozen or so!
What I can’t really understand is there are stores closing such that are retail, yet liquor stores are being allowed to stay open! I guess that is very essential in today’s society.
Better watch out, readers, there may be an outbreak of a lot of naked drunks. Oh goodness, that is reason enough to stay locked in your homes.
Alright quit laughing so you can continue reading.
On a serious note, the schools preparing food for students who are out of school to make sure they are being fed, that is a good idea. What if there are younger siblings at home? Are the students supposed to eat in front of the younger ones?
Johnny and Ann Calihan’s daughter Sue Wagner is having lots of difficult days since her liver transplant. Thank God the liver is doing what it is supposed to.
Sue is having so many other complications, as she stays so nauseated. Please keep this whole family in your prayers, as it is really taking its toll on Johnny and Ann, plus the family, as there’s just so much anyone can do as you watch a loved one suffer with any illness.
Hayward Day, I haven’t completely forgotten about you and Kim. I hope you are doing alright, with no more trying to take a nap on the ground.
I sort of better listen to my own advice. I have trouble stepping down off a curb. I stepped down on my right ankle, the one that was broken, which landed me on my knees. Lucky I grabbed the front of my car bumper, breaking my fall. I have skinned knees and a bruise on my right leg, but it could have been much worse.
Les and Pat Wagner, Becky Hasty and all the family, please try to stay safe.
For a couple of weeks, all restaurants have been closed except for carry out or drive-thru. This means there’s no entertainment to be found.
Haddix Hall, formerly Hunter’s Pizzeria, which hosts bluegrass music with Tony Hale & Black Water Band among others, is closed for music. Haddix Hall is open for carry out.
If only Tony Hall & Black Water could give online performances.
I am glad I have a recording of my favorite song that Tony sings for me. Another thing I am thankful for is I chose a car with a CD player.
There’s another decision I made I am also thankful for. Christmastime I bought my sidekick, Bennie Wiederhold, who isn’t little any more, a game called Switch. Bennie has enjoyed it so much, at least with being out of school. Since he is confined at home most of his life, at least he has something to occupy his time.
As I write this column for once I am struggling to keep my thoughts in control. Usually I am not at a loss for words to speak or to write.
Not far from Harrison, at Laurel, Ind., there was a tragedy as a bridge washed away. Evidently there was an accident, as it showed two vehicles.
One car had a family of six. Amother and three children were found, but at the time of this writing I don’t think the others have been recovered.
People are scrambling and worried about toilet paper, and should just stop their actions and think about how lucky they are.
If something should happen with this coronavirus, I want all my readers to know I’ve enjoyed all the beautiful comments on my column through the years.
Can you believe I have been writing for The Mountain Eagle 17 years? It started with a letter to the editor in 2003.
I’ve met so many wonderful people through writing for The Mountain Eagle, and also through music.
People probably questioned my sanity of driving a round trip over five hundred miles to go to Campbell’s Branch and Carcassonne Community Centers to dance.
June 1, with the car accident, took away my ability to dance, but it didn’t take away the longing. Yes, I traveled back just to watch and listen. I may never be able to dance again, but as long as there’s breath in my body, I will love music.
Mike and Marcia Caudill, along with all the help at the center, thanks for all you do keeping Carcassonne going.
Darlene, T., Fred and Alice Campbell, along with all the helpers at Campbell’s Branch, thanks for keeping the center going.
Buddy and Bernice Grubb, you hold a special place in my heart.
My Christmas present from my daughter Anna and Scott Nottingham to see the cherry blossoms in Washington, D.C. is postponed until June.
I might be able to go see the cherry blossoms, but the cherry blossoms have come to me through posts that have been sent through the computer, and shown on television.
I am so thankful for Anna and Scott’s caring enough to give me such a surprise gift.
If God is willing, I hope to see everyone when this is over. I will have a greater appreciation of everything if we all get through this ordeal.
Now I must try to get busy, please be safe. Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com.