Hello everyone! I decided on the spur of the moment to head for the mountains I call home, feeling bad or not.
The monster known as coronavirus, COVID-19, a pandemic or whatever, has kept me from seeing the mountains in the spring time and enjoying music since I can’t dance. I must admit this was a very pleasant trip for me.
As Thursday morning arrived I hadn’t packed for the trip, as I hadn’t made up my feeble mind if I was really going to attempt it or not.
Wednesday I spent a very restless night then awakened to dense fog in this area on Thursday morning. Finally I let my feet do my thinking, so I gathered what I needed and more, as this time of the year you don’t know if the weather is going to change.
I left from in front of my house at 10:15 a.m. I stopped at Natural Bridge to rest, ate a piece of cake, and was on the road again. I pulled into the Calvary Campus at 2:30 p.m. I made a very bad mistake; I hadn’t eaten anything or even taken a bottle of my nutritional drink with me.
As I started to take a few things out of my car I felt my sugar dropping. I checked it and knew that I had to get a glucose table as fast as I could. I locked the door to my room, and lay down and slept a couple of hours. I was very lucky this didn’t happen while I was driving.
Each morning I try to remember to eat a little something after I test my sugar level.
The trip down was beautiful and not very much traffic since it was early of the morning. Of course there is always roadwork. To be honest it was hard to keep my eyes on the road as I wanted to keep looking at the trees beside the road.
My son, Keith Ballard, knew I was leaving along with my daughter, Anna Nottingham, and of course Ann Calihan. I had intended to get in touch with a few people when I got to the mountains, but I was in for a surprise, as this time I had limited cell phone service in my room.
Just before I reached my turnoff at Isom on the left side of the road, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Christmas decorations in October, all over the hillside.
My niece Sue Hall and a friend really went beyond my wildest dreams to take me places that I hadn’t been for quite awhile. Sue had to work Friday so I was on my own. Of course, I awoke very sick. I had planned to get up early just to go listen to the bells of Bob and Delana Banks on Route 7, so that was out of the question. When my stomach acts up I don’t feel like doing anything. I stayed in my room for quite some time.
Then I decided to ride into Whitesburg. I did go to visit Buddy and Bernice Grubb as I promised them when I was there in June, and didn’t get to visit then. Bernice has such a beautiful, spacious home. Everything is so immaculate, yet comfortable.
I believe Bernice and I could talk forever and still not run out of things to say. Buddy was probably glad to see me leave, because as we talked he had turned the volume on the television down.
Hello to Bernice and Buddy’s grandson, Mike. Oh what a pleasure it was to talk to this young man who reads my column, and everything in The Mountain Eagle.
I stopped by Wal-Mart for a few minutes, hoping they had the same kind of pajamas that I had purchased before. They still had them, just not as many selections as before.
Since I needed to stop at The Mountain Eagle office to check on something, Pam and I got to talking of what beautiful fall colors were up on Pine Mountain. I replied that I didn’t care about driving up Pine Mountain. Curiosity got the best of me, so I did go to see the scenery. Oh, how I wish I had gone a week earlier. Alongside of the mountain was beautiful, but the valley was dark in color.
I hope that some way when my venture called life has ended, I have left some kind of impression, or been an inspiration to some one.
Sunday after meeting Helen, once again I met Sue and the day began.
In the middle of the night, somehow I had thought of my brother Richie Hall taking me for a ride on Little Shepherd Trail, which I had the utmost pleasure riding in the back of a pickup truck, except I mixed it up with Kingdom Come State Park. Once again I had the pleasure of traveling on the trail, except this time it was reversed. It was so beautiful however again, I wish it would have been possible to see everything at its peak.
By the time I was dropped off at my car to return to my room, I was worn to a frazzle.
Monday morning I awoke to a rainy day, I dodged the raindrops to load my car for the return trip to Ohio. I made a few stops then I was on my way. I took a detour when I got below Hazard, I decided to go across Hal Rogers Parkway, then to stop at Renfro Valley, which used to have the most beautiful fall decorations. Due to this coronavirus Renfro Valley is a ghost town.
I forgot to mention something. Driving through Whitesburg, oh what a beautiful sight as the city was decorated for Halloween. This is the first time I ever recall any city or town decorate like this. It was so amazing to see along the streets and the lights. Hats off to whomever did this.
I want to mention one thing before I end this column.
Terry Adams, Mike Watts, Cheddy Smith and whoever I can think of, you will either be getting a call or a letter, from me. The road to the cemetery to Big Branch is almost impossible to travel. This is so ridiculous, I know it has been several years since it has been graded. I wonder how you would feel if it was your parents and loved ones buried there, with no way to get to the graves. It’s about time to get something done. Someone with a four-wheel drive truck was kind enough to take me, the road was so bad that the frame hit the ground.
There’s something I observed that I can’t understand. Harlan Hollins’s headstone has disappeared from his grave. Why would someone remove a tombstone?
Johnny and Ann Calihan are still doing the best they can under certain conditions.
Happy anniversary to Les and Pat Wagner on November 3.
Happy birthday to April Elswick, November 3, and happy birthday to my youngest daughter Anna Nottingham, November 3.
Mike and Marcia Caudill, I am sorry we couldn’t connect. Maybe next time I am in the mountains.
The rest of this venture will have to be continued as time has caught up with me.
Until next time.
Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, OH 45030 email:Bluegrassmama4@aol.com