Hello again everyone!
I am still reliving the memory of my recent trip to the mountains I call home in my heart. Once again the rain kept me away from Hillbilly Days.
I spent a relaxing day watching the rain, and trying to stay dry, plus being Mrs. Susie Homemaker or Betty Crocker for a little while. Who knows maybe if God is willing for me to be around, I will give it another try next year.
While talking to Wayne and Kim Watts, Wayne said I might as well move back there. It seems like the older I get the more I long for the mountains, but I know where I belong.
I have too many ties here to ever keep me from moving anywhere. I can understand why people in their later years move back to the beloved home, when they had to leave for job opportunities.
I experienced seeing something while in the mountains last weekend that I probably will never witness again.
While driving on a country road at night, directly in front of my car an owl flew out of a tree, swooped a mouse up in its claws then flew back to a limb in the tree to have its late night supper.
My window was down and I thought the owl was coming in through my window. Instead it flew right in front of my headlights to catch its prey.
Several years ago as I was driving from Isom on Cowan Mountain, I was driving my brother Richie Hall’s car. I had the window down an owl flew across in front of the windshield. I literally thought it was coming in the window.
Only in the mountains of eastern Kentucky will you get to experience nature like this.
Sometime this summer I intend to take my daughter Angie Wiederhold and my 10-year-old sidekick Bennie back home so Bennie can really see what the mountains look like.
I usually make my visits coincide with music, but this is going to be a different kind of trip as Angie doesn’t like my type of music.
I don’t want Angie to be left at the Whitesburg Motel, since I have no family there anymore. Angie doesn’t know any of my friends. What am I saying, I don’t stay in one place long enough to really spend time with anyone, unless it is connected to music.
Sunday evening after arriving home safely, I parked my car in front of my house and I never ventured out until Monday evening,
Vicki Power and I had intended to go meet Les and Pat Wagner at Haddix Hall to see Tony Hale & Black Water Band.
Just as I got in my car I received a phone call from a friend in the mountains. Time was running short as I answered my phone, so I started my car and pulled it in drive, but though the motor was running my car wouldn’t go in gear.
I proceeded to tell my friend that my transmission just went out on me in front of my house, describing what happened. He told me that it wasn’t my transmission, but that my shifter cable had broken.
I called Les and Pat and told them my situation, then called Vicki to say I was stuck with no transportation. I couldn’t do anything as everything was closed. Instead I changed my dress clothes for a pair of jeans and tee shirt, and took my aggravation out by climbing aboard the lawnmower for two hours.
When I was finished I felt like I had been riding a horse without a saddle, but my yard looked great.
Monday morning. I called State & Dairy Auto, which is co-owned by Ray Boggs from the Kingscreek area. He is the only mechanic in this area I deal with.
My car was towed from in front of my house to State & Dairy Auto, and I was without transportation from Monday through Thursday. This is the first time in ages that I’ve been stranded without wheels.
My daughter Anna Nottingham offered me her car. I really didn’t need it so I spent a few days grounded. It is back home and I am free again.
My friend knew just what was wrong, though the diagnosis was long distance. Thanks for the help and advice.
I am just grateful it happened in front of my house, not somewhere between here and eastern Kentucky, or even out on the highway here locally.
How many of you have enjoyed a good mess of poke sallet or fried poke this spring?
While Les and Pat Wagner spent a few days in the mountains, some of their relations fixed a pone of cornbread and a skillet or two of fried poke. Pat tried it for the first time, and I don’t think she was crazy about it, but she did try it. I believe she enjoyed the cornbread.
Had it been a bowl of gravy, she would have eaten the whole bowl and not shared with anyone. Les said the poke was really good, and he never even tasted it.
I would love to go back to the days of Grandma Rosa and Mom out hunting for a mess of wild greens or “sallet” as it was called when growing up.
Sometimes I can almost smell the aroma of Mom’s muffins she made from scratch so plain, as they would be in the oven. I’ve often wondered how they knew what temperature to bake. I think I do recall a temperature gauge on the oven door of the wood and coal stove.
Someone down home showed me how to get music on You Tube on the computer so I can use it like a radio. Who says you can’t teach old dog new tricks? Now if I can learn the art of recording off the computer, I would be in seventh heaven.
Sunday was a cloudy but warm day, so I decided to go for a walk as I had an errand to do. I may be old as I’ve been reminded, I walked a mile in half an hour so I guess for an old woman who is not in the best of health that isn’t doing too bad.
Hello to Mike and Marcia Caudill. I hope all is going good for you. I am sorry to say I won’t be able to make the Carcassonne square dance as I’ve got other things I have to attend to.
Johnny and Ann Calihan are doing all right. Their daughter Sue Wagner is still having some health issues, so keep Sue in your prayers. I know it is difficult for everyone with Sue living so far away.
Hello to Doyle and Betty Ison. Bessie Shepherd, maybe sometime when I am in the mountains you and I can get together again.
Oma Hatton, take care of yourself and enjoy every minute on your porch you can.
With all the rain and now sunshine I can imagine people are busy in their garden.
My grass is ready to be cut again, so as quick as it quits raining, I will be back in the saddle again, or on the mower that is.
Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, Ohio 45030.