Hello again! Can you believe we are staring September right in the face? To me it seems like this has been one of the shortest summers of all time.
I haven’t been very many places this summer, and before you can turn around the weather will turn to cold and snowing and I sure won’t be going anywhere.
The weather is wonderful in the Ohio Valley area. Beautiful in the day, and just a little nip in the air early of the morning and the evening. I keep a blanket handy, plus a nice soft comfortable robe always handy for me to grab.
I told my niece Sue Hall that my girls must think I really like pink, as I have five or six soft robes that are pink or have pink in them plus as many gowns the same way, I have house shoes that are the same. I either run around in my socks or you will find me barefoot.
I stopped to visit Ann Calihan again for a few minutes. I enjoy being with Ann and Johnny very much. During our conversation Ann said she woke up at four in the morning, and in her thoughts she took a journey in her memories from Roxana to the top of Tolson Creek Mountain as you turn to go down the other side to Big Branch.
As Ann described the places, I had to laugh as she mentioned a little house on the left as you start up Tolson Creek. I don’t remember a house, but that is where Daddy and Mommy lived before I was born.
When Grandpa Alex Hall was expected to die, someone came to get Daddy. Well, Mommy couldn’t be left alone so she walked to Roxana from the mouth of Tolson, creek with Daddy. Later in the night Grandpa Hall passed away, and a couple of hours later I was born. Grandpa Hall died before midnight and I was born a little after.
As Ann traveled the journey of her memories, I remembered the houses that she would name. Some of the people I remembered their names, but never knew them that well. There are still some rocks that are standing where Ann’s aunt, Ora, and J.C. Burke had a store many years ago.
I do remember just above where her grandmother Mary Caudill lived, was a road off to the left, up a hollow. Curt and Oma Brown lived there, and I would spend the night with Brenda and Betty Brown.
Those were some of the happiest times of my young childhood as Brenda’s mom would make candy or let Brenda and Betty make it.
My sympathy goes out to Barbara Fields and the family of Danette Whitaker Valentine. While thinking about the death of Danette, it brought back so many memories of spending seven years at Mill Branch School.
On the way to Mill Branch School, as you crossed the railroad tracks, you went up a hill and on the left was a beautiful white house where Manuel and Laura Amburgey lived. I don’t remember of any other house until Mill Branch School house.
Then as you went past the school there was Ruben and Odell Watts’s, then Earlis and Mabel Cornett’s. Maybe another house, I am not for sure. If my memory serves me right there was a small bridge off to the right that led up in another hollow, and Andy Bates and his wife and family lived there.
I don’t remember all the families that lived on Mill Branch as I was so young. I do remember where my teacher Wes and Havel Ison lived. I think Crit and Bertha Gentry lived close by them.
I have spent many nights with Barbara Whitaker who was the daughter of Fred and Magnolia Whitaker.
My sympathy goes out to the family of Beverly Halcomb, her parents Bill and Mary Halcomb, in the loss of Lacey. Mary’s mother Alma Whitaker was the woman I used to refer to as my little mountain mama.
I remember Alma from childhood. I didn’t know the family that well but I do remember some of them.
Several years ago my husband and I attended an open house at Clarence and Arlyn Halcomb’s, and I got really well acquainted with Bill and Mary.
I met Beverly and Lacey a few years ago. Paths have a way of taking different directions.
With my health issues the past three years, as you know I don’t get out and about as much as I used to. I was unable to attend visitation for Lacey.
I make plans and the last minute I get confined to the house. Unless you walk in my shoes you have no idea how it feels.
My daughter Angie Wiederhold still doesn’t know when her foot surgery is going to be. Between Angie’s surgery and my stomach issues, I hope I can make Blackey Days again, as I am looking forward to that event.
I’m sorry to hear that Sue Wagner had a bad fall. She is banged up real bad. Her shoulder is fractured and bruised. Sue is lucky she wasn’t injured more severely, though the pain is almost unbearable. Sue had just recovered from another fall a month or so ago. This hasn’t been a very good year for the Calihan family
Lettie Blair called me about Letcher County Picnic. It seems Wayne Blair had an accident, leaving him with a severe injury. I’m really sorry to hear about this. Now I hope Wayne recovers so he and Lettie will be able to attend this year. Everyone enjoys Wayne’s entertainment.
I still haven’t been in touch with Les and Pat Wagner. I hope they are both doing alright.
Mark your calendar for Letcher County Picnic, Harrison Community Center, 300 George St., Harrison, Ohio 45030, September 29, 12:PM-? Please bring a covered dish and a drink. Everyone is welcome. For information, 513-526-8512.
Maybe next week my column will be more upbeat.
Until next time. Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, Ohio 45030, email Bluegrassmama4@aol.com.