Grab a hot beverage and let’s sit and chat for a spell.
As my son Keith Ballard goes into the kitchen to fix coffee, I think of the mornings of long ago when Grandma would build a fire in the stove then put water and coffee in her coffeepot and sit it on the stove cap. Before long the smell of coffee would fill the air.
While the coffee was boiling, Granny would open her kitchen door, pull up a chair and take her beautiful long hair down and comb it, then put it back up in a golden bun high on her head. She would then pour herself a cup of good, hot, strong, cup of JFG Coffee.
Now all you have to do is put the coffee in a pot, pour water in, and in a few seconds coffee is ready.
I hope everyone has got your turkey and fixin’s ready. I haven’t decided whether I am cooking or going to go get a meal and bring it home for my son.
It is not much fun to cook delicious food and not be able to eat it. I am at the point that I hate all doctors.
As I have mentioned before, when I was a child growing up in the mountains Mom didn’t make a big todo at Thanksgiving; it was just another day. The only time I ever remember was the time Daddy bought half a turkey from Wes Ison.
Mom didn’t know what to do with it, so I asked Bernice Adams who owned Amburgey’s Grocery at Roxana, how to fix it. Now I was 12 years old, and had never cooked anything in my life. Bernice gave me a recipe from The Courier Journal newspaper, and sent me home with the things I needed like celery and spices. Mom always said that was the best turkey she ever ate in all her life
You’ve got to remember that there were no electric stoves, which meant no temperature gauges
I do remember Mom would make a stack cake. I’ve eaten many a piece of stack cake in my life, but no one ever made it like Mom as she didn’t use molasses. Mom never used a recipe for anything as she never owned a cookbook. Sometimes I long for the more simple times of life.
I miss my Richie Hall so much at Thanksgiving as he called me, saying how good everything was smelling as Wanda would be preparing the food. Richie would tell me he had been up all night cooking as if he thought I would believe him.
I am tired of Christmas and it isn’t even December yet. Christmas decorations were in stores along with the Halloween decorations. I can only handle one holiday at a time, so I don’t put any Christmas decorations up until Thanksgiving is over.
I am guilty of leaving Christmas lights up maybe longer than I should.
I bought something that I have wanted for some time. My living room is large, and I have always wanted an artifi- cial tree that I could put lights on. Well, I found one with lights already on it.
I’m really sorry to hear that James Ison was in an accident. James and his brother John Ison have been readers of my column for some time James is a volunteer fireman, and he was involved in an accident while on his way to a fire. Mike and Valerie Ison are their parents, and they are cousins to Les and Pat Wagner.
I’ve said it before, I believe this is one of the most loving families I’ve ever come in contact with. How I wish there were more families like this in the world.
For the past month I’ve been sort of puny so I haven’t been in touch with anyone very much, so there really isn’t any news to report.
It won’t be long before Ricky Caudill will be moving into his home, and I know he is really looking forward to that move.
I wish I was back there to raid Ricky’s mustard patch. I don’t know of anyone in this area who raises any kind of greens. If I cook Thanksgiving dinner I will be having shucky beans from Ricky’s garden last year. Actually I think I will save them for Christmas as I am still limited to what I can eat.
Doyle and Betty Ison, I hope how quick you two are feeling better. Doyle, I think you better get that little building ready for me so we can all take turns taking care of each other.
Belated happy 45th anniversary to Jack and Carol Dieckman. Carol is Johnny and Ann Calihan’s daughter.
Until next time.