Whitesburg KY
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The weather never seems to satisfy anyone

Greetings from Harrison, Ohio, where it’s hot, hot, hot! Am I complaining? No I am not!

It won’t be long until we will be digging out the long underwear, socks and snow shovels. Then I will complain.

As humans we are never satisfied with the weather. I have to laugh, each time I go someplace the first thing you hear is griping about the weather. We can’t change it, whether it’s cold or hot, so why gripe?

I only have a windowsize air conditioner in the living room, and a fan in the bedroom. I also have a blanket handy when I am in the living room, as I get chilled very easily, though I will admit I seem to breathe somewhat easier when it is cooler whether outside or inside.

I had some extensive tests done for my breathing problems, and while the woman was doing my chest x-ray, I was asked what I had in my shoulder. I had no idea what she was talking about. The eight screws and five-inch plate showed in part of the x-ray.

I am just glad to say this gives me a minimal amount of trouble. I did find out Friday night while dancing that I can’t be grabbed and turned real fast, as my shoulder won’t rotate as swiftly as it once did!

Back to the tests I had. After I was finished with the one test I made a remark that I hope the mouthpiece was thrown away each time it was used. I was told it was sent to be sterilized. I almost gagged at that idea. Is it or not? I guess one will never know!

I went to the Coon Hunters Club on the outskirts of Hamilton. There were several good groups that played. In fact, there were so many that the time was cut short so everyone had a chance to play. The first group is considered the house band; the guys always do a good job. I was in for a nice surprise as Coolie Jr. Calihan along with his daughter Donna and others played a mighty fine show.

Coolie Jr. said he reads The Mountain Eagle
and enjoys my column.

A couple more surprises were in store for the audience. The young lad known as Evan Lanier, who is 15 years old now, played with his grandfather, Noel Bowling, Bob Hamblin, Red Spurlock and his lovely wife, Joyce Spurlock.

Evan is such a joy to watch and to listen to when he’s performing bluegrass music. I just hope as time goes on he doesn’t get involved with other things and let music go away.

The next group was well worth waiting for as it featured none other than my favorite musician, Marvin Davis, on the fiddle, along with Rosie Davis singing harmony, Jim Peterson on banjo, J.J. on the bass, and Jessie Callahan playing lead guitar. (Jessie is Rosie Davis son.)

Jessie is a great guitar picker. They also had John Muncy on the guitar and as lead singer although Marvin sings a couple of songs and Rosie sang a couple of solos.

Marvin and Rosie Davis have the best harmonies that you will ever want to hear. Rosie is a multi-talented musician.

Becky Tipton and I danced several times. Someone asked me how did I dance if I had shortness of breath, and I laughed and said I held my breath, which was no lie.

I breathed as little as possible as I danced, and thought a couple of times I was going to have to cut it short, or hoped someone would break a string. Oops, did I say that?

I am sorry to say that my friend and adopted sister, Willamae Boggs, once again spent several days in the hospital. Please keep Willamae and her husband Carl Boggs lifted up in your prayers.

I usually don’t let anyone get as close to me as I have Willamae, especially when I have never been around them in person no more than I have with her. Willamae seems like a blood relation to me.

My brother Richie Hall keeps telling me what a fine person Carl’s brother Lowell Boggs is. It must run in the family.

Thanks to everyone for being so kind to take food to Willamae and Carl since she has been so ill.

Gwen Huff Farmer is going full speed taking care of her garden and enjoying her produce. Gwen has been putting an abundance of different vegetables in her freezer. We have been missing each other on the computer with Gwen being so busy in her garden.

Shirley Wells is still basking in the glow of being able to go to the mountains of eastern Kentucky she loves so much. Shirley feels the same as I do, that a couple of days just isn’t enough time to get around to seeing everyone and doing the things you want to do.

It seems I sure missed out on some good eating and lots of fun as family and friends got together for a special day of fellowship on Little Shepherd Trail or someplace. I do not know everyone who attended, but I know there was one special person, Bruce Jones, along with Richie and Wanda Hall, Barb and Rick Jones. Barb is Wanda’s sister, and Rick is Bruce Jones’s son.

I think Bruce’s daughter Kathy and her husband Kenny Day were there. Several of Barb and Wanda’s brothers and cousins attended, and there was enough food to feed an army.

Bruce had a special escort as Richie picked him up. Richie did my trick — he fell once again. Richie’s legs are very weak.

I didn’t ask if there was anyone playing music, but I know there was so much talking and laughing going on that no would have noticed.

My brother Jerry Hall spent a day or two in the hospital at Whitesburg, but he is home and feeling better. Mattie stays with Jerry when he is in the hospital.

I talked to Ann Calihan for a few minutes, and she and Johnny and the family are doing all right, just trying to stay cool. Johnny’s garden isn’t doing any good this year. It has either been too wet around here or too dry.

I received a phone call from Loretta Adams of Pert Creek, saying how much she enjoys my column, and that it reminded her of how her dad always managed to get a gallon of vanilla ice cream for the Fourth of July. Loretta worked at Hoover’s department store for years, and knew our mother, Ora Hall.

Hello to my sister Loretta Church and Wallace Lee Hall in Letcher Manor Nursing Home.

Thanks to my son Keith for mowing my grass and doing yard work for me. Keith dug up a couple of plants to put plastic under them and mulch, and if my plants don’t make it, well I might have to get a switch after him.

Well I have a lot to do and a short time to get it done. Fridays are busy days for me. I started this column earlier and didn’t get it completed, as usual.

Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@ aol.com, telephone, 513-367-4682.

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