Whitesburg KY

Time heals, yet the pain lingers

Southern Ohio

Hello everyone!

As I have often said, grab a cup or glass of your favorite beverage and come sit down with me for a few minutes.

Oh the weather is so delightful, oops, I do believe those are words from a Christmas song. Do you realize just six short months from now Christmas will be just a memory, as it will be here and gone?

Right about now I wish I were sitting on a porch somewhere in the mountains where there’s not any traffic. That is the only thing I don’t like about the area where I have lived 41 years. I have a road in front of my house which has become very congested with traffic, especially since a business bought the house a short distance from me. I have a small deck out back and sometimes I sit back there to get away from the noise.

I’ve been reading some things that a cousin of Betty Kelly’s has been writing on the computer. I know what people mean when they say when they have read what I have written, they can feel it as well as read the words.

I have spent a quiet weekend at home once again. I think old age has finally caught up with me as I really don’t have the energy to go anywhere.

Vicki Power and I took a short drive to Western Hills to a restaurant named Izzy’s that specializes in Rueben sandwiches, and they also serve deep fried potatoes cakes. These are delicious, however I still like the homemade ones better.

How many fix potato cakes from leftover mashed potatoes like your mom used to make? There are times I can see Mommy in the kitchen making a fire in the old cook stove as she prepared meals, almost smell the cornbread baking at supper time.

Do you ever stop to wonder how did people know what temperature to bake as there wasn’t a gauge, or at least I don’t remember seeing one on Mom’s stove. Mom wasn’t a fancy cook but we never went hungry. There was always some kind of meat on the table.

As I look at the sentence above I remember that as kids we would get hungry between breakfast and supper, but there was always a piece of cornbread or a biscuit. I can remember getting a leftover piece of salt meat, which was our bacon, and a cold biscuit. We never knew what peanut butter was for a sandwich, and the light bread was used for Daddy’s lunch in the mines.

It seems as if I have some fair weather friends as Les and Pat Wagner decided to take a trip again to the mountains! How dare them leave without at least telling me! Really, I am joking as usual and I am very glad they can get away to spend some time with their family.

I know James and John Ison are enjoying their visit.

Larry Hasty is still having trouble with his hip. I miss Larry, Becky, Les and Pat.

I have really enjoyed being reconnected with my niece Sue Hall. Sue and I haven’t always seen things the same way, as I am one of those bossy aunts, oh yes, I am a bossy mother also.

Oh how I miss talking to my brothers and sister. There’s not a day goes by that I don’t want to reach for the phone to talk to Richie.

The same with my dear departed friend Shirley Wells, and Willamae Boggs.

Time heals, yet the pain lingers.

I spent some time with Doyle and Betty Ison which I enjoyed immensely. Betty is afraid I will go hungry so she always feels she has to fix something to eat.

It is a good thing that Betty Ison, Betty Kelly and I don’t live really close as we would be in some kind of trouble all the time. I would probably be the one starting it.

For all the people in the housing project, it seems there’s a thief on the prowl. Keep your jewelry and pills locked away.

Well this may be the shortest column as I have got so much to do. I waited too late to write this.

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

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