Happy Valentines Day!
We have been blessed with a touch of spring for a couple of days. “Pneumonia weather” is what Mommy and Grandma used to call it.
When you want to start shedding the long johns and jackets for something lighter to wear, then you get chilled and get sick.
Saturday was such a beautiful day, but I must say with regret that I spent the day covered up with my electric blanket wrapped around me as I couldn’t get warm.
I wanted so bad to spend some time with my little sidekick Bennie Wiederhold at a park as I know his mother doesn’t take him out very much. I just wasn’t able to.
I told someone if I don’t get some color in my face, I am going to buy some makeup. The only thing is, I have too many wrinkles.
I’m anemic and I am as pale as a ghost. I’m back on iron pills so maybe I will get to feeling like moving before long.
Just about the time you feel like throwing in the towel — except that would mean just another piece of laundry to do — something happens to make you see a little ray of sunshine. This came in the form of a really nice letter from Mildred Rogers. Though I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting Mildred in person, I feel as if I know her through her cousin Ann Calihan.
I’ve corresponded with Mildred for a few years through writing and phone calls. Mildred’s husband Austin and I were Facebook friends, and until Austin’s last days we corresponded on the computer.
Sometimes I wonder how you can feel such closeness to people you’ve actually never met face to face. Mildred has read my column from day one and has always told me how much she enjoys it.
Austin used to tell me that was the first thing he looked for when they got The Mountain Eagle, and would always tell me that was the highlight of his day to read of the places I had been.
Mildred mentioned the column about the foot washing of churches. I hope no one took offense when I wrote about that, as that would be the last thing I would ever want to do.
I remember as a child of people talking about that being done.
There are times I really have to wonder about the changes that have evolved with time in churches, but then who am I to say anything as a church might cave in should I go?
While reading Bonnie Ingram’s column, it brought back some memories as she mentioned Dover Cornett.
Dover was another special person whom I never had the pleasure of meeting. He was childhood friends of my wonderful friend Gwen Huff Farmer and her brother Clarence Huff and Clarence Halcomb.
Dover had the most elegant handwriting for a man that I have ever seen.
Dover was another one who never failed to let me know how much my column meant to him, and my husband and I had an open invitation to come to visit Dover and his wife Nadine when they lived in Georgia, and then later moved back to Kentucky.
While reading The Mountain Eagle an obituary actually seemed to jump out at me, Mrs. Cantrell.
As I read the full obituary I thought, why does that name sound so familiar?
Mrs. Cantrell published a wonderful book, “God’s Cherokee Child”, that I have. I wish I had known she was still living, I would have loved to let her known how much I enjoy this book.
Sunday was Old Time Fiddlers meeting, I was afraid this is about to fold, however Sunday renewed my spirits.
We had a good crowd and really great music. Actually this is the first time that musicians played right up to 4:30, and would have stayed longer. We almost got thrown out with a smile by the nice lady who works for Whitewater Center.
For the first time in quite a while I could feel the urge to dance, so I just did a little chair dancing since I am so short of breath again.
Old Time Fiddlers meets on the second Sunday of each month at 1 p.m. at Whitewater Community Center, 6125 Dry Fork Road, Cleves, Ohio, which is really closer to Harrison than Cleves.
Doyle and Betty Ison wanted so bad to attend, but they have both been very sick with the flu or pneumonia. I really hope how quick they are on the mend.
Betty Kelly said Bill has been sort of sick with whatever is going around. Bill, I hope you are feeling better.
Les and Pat Wagner went to Hunters Pizzeria to see Tony Hale & Blackwater Band.
Please keep Becky Hasty and family in your prayers. I haven’t been in such a long time, maybe with the weather getting a little nicer everyone will get together again.
There’s a benefit for a young lad, Luke Polly who is very ill, on Feb. 20 at Letcher County Central Auditorium, from 6 – 11:30 p.m. The doors open at 5 p.m. Please plan to attend this event. If you’re not able to attend, I am sure there’s someone who can give you an address to send a small donation.
This is something, as parents or grandparents we never know what can strike our young ones.
I wish I had more information. I do know that Taylyn Combs plays in the band Sunrise Ridge.
I wanted to head for the mountains to see Will Caudill & Route 7 Band at Blackey on Feb. 14. Plans have changed due to some unfortunate unseen circumstances.
Maybe I will be able to go to this even, for little Luke Polly, if not I will send a donation.
This child is related to a family that has lost so much this past year, now they are having this trial to go through.
Les and Pat Wagner, my heart is with your family once again.
As I read the tribute about Wagner Mountain. Whoever wrote this beautiful tribute was right as the night almost three years ago I met Les and Pat Wagner, along with Larry and Becky Hasty and then several others, this family has an overabundance of love, and I am so thankful that love has been shared with me.
It is sad there are not more families that share a love like this.
Sunday morning, I had the pleasure of spending a little while with my grandchildren Sarah, Jessica, Katie, and boss man four-year-old Kyle Nottingham. The girls are active in Girl Scouts and it is cookie-selling time, so I had to go pick up cookies. Kyle didn’t want me to leave. Sarah had foot surgery as she had an extra bone that had to be removed. She is still in a boot.
Sarah is 16 now, and is a head taller than me. What am I saying? All three are taller than me.
Kyle was jumping in the floor, and asked, “Mamaw, how high can you jump?” Honest to goodness, Kyle and Bennie think because I am little, I can do the things they do.
Actually until the past two years I had always been so active with all the grandkids, from riding bikes to walking, playing in the parks, and swimming, and I wonder why these two think I can still do all those things.
Michael Ison, I am enjoying the pictures so much of that beautiful little granddaughter that your daughter Brooke posted. Oh you can watch that sweetie grow.
Well, time has once again slipped away. Until next time.