Hello again everyone. This morning as I looked out the window at the back of the house, it was just breaking daylight it was so peaceful and serene looking. I love the early morning time as dawn is breaking, and I hate to see the dusky color of nighttime. Now you figure that one out for me. I don’t really mind after it is dark, just that time in between.
I sure hope you didn’t get too much damage from the storms that passed through last week.
Vickie Power and I ventured to Waynesville recently. It is a small town and filled with antique shops. Many of the stores don’t open until 11, and it being a weekday not too many bothered to open their shops at all, which was a big disappointment to us.
Not that we were going to do very much spending. It was a beautiful drive, though there were bad weather predictions for the day. Since we had made plans we decided to make the trip anyway.
We had just finished browsing in the last shop when it began to rain. We stopped at McDonald’s for lunch and it really came a bad storm. It rained in sheets of water, being whipped one way then another. Someone had a cell phone and was giving us weather reports that didn’t sound very good. As soon as the rain subsided a little, we headed for the car and started towards Millville, where Vickie’s daughter lives.
When I got back to my house there were tree branches everywhere, and the yard was a mess. There was a tornado spotted just a few miles away at Bright, which is a short distance from our house. A policeman from Greendale said he spotted a baby tornado, whatever that is! Greendale isn’t very far from the house, either. So I guess I am lucky I only had tree branches down.
In 1990 our house sustained heavy damages as a tornado took part of the roof off. Harrison was a mess, and several lost their homes within walking distance to me.
Through the years since moving from the mountains of eastern Kentucky to Ohio, I have been through floods several times, a tornado, and in 2007 the remainder of a hurricane damaged the roof and the garage. My garage was never fixed completely and neither were places on the house.
I haven’t talked to Ann or Johnny Calihan as I have been very busy. It honestly seems there are not enough hours in the day.
I did find time to go to the Coon Hunter’s Club. I had just got my keys out of my purse and was starting to tell my friends Becky Tipton and Alphine Stacy good night, when a very special group came on stage, John, Muncy, Bill Peterson, J.J. Arnold, Glen Branham, and none other than my favorite fiddler, Marvin Davis. You would have to have a crane to move me toward my car, so I put my car keys away.
I enjoy every bit of John’s singing and guitar playing, Bill’s banjo picking, and Glen’s mandolin picking, and J.J. keeps them together with his solid bass playing. When Marvin Davis starts to saw that fiddle to ‘Sally Goodin’’ it brings out the dancing fool in me.
The small dance area was so crowded that, as we danced to ‘Sally Goodin’’, I took hold of Tony Couch’s hand, and he in turn got Alpine’s hand. I got someone else by the hand and we all formed a circle.
I wanted to start a square dance set so bad, and I didn’t know if anyone else would get in it. I caught Marvin Davis’s eye and I knew he could tell I was flying high and not on drugs nor a drink, just the music.
At the end of the dance I must say I couldn’t speak I was so out of breath. If I had died I would have died a happy person!
I will say once again that I do believe music is passed on through your genes, just like anything else.
I can still hear Mother’s voice in my head sometimes telling me how she walked across the mountain from Big Branch to Nora Callihan’s on Paces Branch to go to a square dance on Saturday nights.
If I knew Marvin Davis was playing that fiddle and it was within walking distance and my car was broke down, I would walk. I have heard a lot of fiddle players but none plays like Marvin does, and what is so great about his playing is that he never brags. Someone as good as he is doesn’t have to brag.
Evan Lanier and the Bluegrass Express was at the Coon Hunters Club. Evan Lanier is about 13 years old now and he is a great musician. His grandfather, Noel Bolling, and Bob Hamblin usually play with the band, and Joyce and Red Spurlock played also. Joyce is from Mayking.
The Coon Hunters Club is a good place to go although it gets a little crowded sometimes.
As the weather gets colder I will be staying at home. The road there gets a little curvy, and I don’t want to go slipping and sliding.
My computer is still down. I didn’t realize I had bought it almost a year ago until I called to see if they could pull the day it was purchased. I bought it Oct. 28, which meant I had one day before the warranty expired. The hard drive is out, so they are sending me one. I had to call back three times before I could get someone that I could understand.
Thanks to my son Keith Ballard for letting me use his computer once again.
My brother Richie Hall is still having some problems, and I am very worried about him. Wanda works so much I don’t get to talk to her. I am so tired in the evenings and I know she is too.
Hello to everyone at Letcher Manor Nursing Home, hello to my sister Loretta Church, and brother Wallace Lee Hall.
Carl Boggs, I hope you and all the family are getting along all right.
Gwen Huff Farmer, I miss you very much on the computer also. Shirley Wells I hope you and your family are doing well.
Relon Hampton, I really enjoy your writing each week. Emma Engle, get out your long johns as cold weather is sneaking up on us. I hope you and Red are doing okay. I really hated to hear about you losing your sister.
Frick and Frack, are you staying out of trouble? Hello to Polly Maucher.
Old Time Fiddlers is Nov. 7, so I hope to see you there. Hello Bill Proffitt.
Well, it is time for me to get out of here. Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, telehone: 513-367-4682.