Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
It sure feels like Thanksgiving weather as there’s been lots of frost early of the morning, plus we had ice in the valley area where we live!
I covered my windshield as I was planning to leave early the following morning, and was in for a surprise as hard ice had formed all over my car. Now the weather has changed and we had a real nice day after all!
My daughter Anna Nottingham is slowly recovering from her surgery. I am really glad for her, though it means that she won’t be needing me around as much, of which she will probably be glad.
I will say this has been a very exhilarating time for me, and a little bit exhausting too as for the past several years I haven’t spent as much time with my family as I should have, for lots of reasons.
The Beechwood Marching Band competed again after winning the state championship in Kentucky for two consecutive years. They came in second place at Mason, by 6/10 of a point. The band traveled to Indianapolis, Ind., for more competition, and this time they walked away with first in the Class A Division.
Shirley Wells’s grandson lives in Hopkinsville, and his school competed in the same category in Bowling Green with Sarah’s group! Shirley and I found this rather ironic as she and I haven’t seen each other in over 50 years. Southern Ohio
My sympathy goes out to the Huff family, especially Mavis Huff Johnson, in the loss of her cousin Ivis ‘Fee’ Huff. Mavis and I met at Blackey Days in October and being in touch with Mavis has really brought back a lot of memories of growing up in the little place of Roxana that will always hold such a special place in my heart.
I can also say some memories aren’t so pleasant, but like the old song by Flatt & Scruggs, ‘All the Good Times Outweigh The Bad’ comes to mind. I wouldn’t trade growing up in that little spot which is almost nonexistent now, for any other place.
It seems Frick and Frack Ison are becoming world travelers as they are spending some time with Michael’s daughter Brooke and her husband Jeff in New York!
While in New York they will be going to a very important ballgame, and maybe to David Letterman’s show! I hope to have more to report on both activities in my next column.
Polly Maucher drove to her brother Doug Ison of Columbus, Ind., to be with Frick and Frack before they left for New York. Oh how I wish I could have been at security when they were getting on the plane and explaining what they were carrying on board, as they took a jar of pickles and some cornmeal mix.
Brooke decided she wanted to cook soup beans and cornbread for her dad and Uncle Doug as this is what they like to eat. Someone gave Brooke the idea she had to use a cast iron skillet to bake cornbread in, and she didn’t have one. Polly sent her some Jiffy Mix and told her how to bake it.
Gwen Huff Farmer is expecting lots of company as her son John Farmer and his wife Sonya and son Grant will be coming for deer season. Several of John’s friends will be at Gwen’s too.
Johnny and Ann Calihan are doing well except they are having a rough time handling the idea that their youngest daughter Sue Wagner and her family are in the process of moving to South Carolina.
I can relate to this situation as I may be facing the same before too long. Scott and Anna may still be playing with the idea of moving.
Doyle and Betty Ison are doing a little better, and they both still have doctor’s appointments that keep them busy.
My brother Richie Hall is beginning to worry me as he doesn’t seem to have energy at all anymore.
Brandi Roark, when I come back to visit Richie and Wanda I would like to hold that little doll named Addison. Richie said she is growing like a weed. I hope you are feeling better, and please take care of yourself.
Mark, I hope you are perking a little better by now. Keep an eye on that neighbor of yours, Richie, as he might try to take off with that grandbaby and spoil it.
Jennifer Collins took a trip to the Whitesburg area, and she has about as much good luck as I do. She ran over a deer that was in the road that someone else had killed, and damaged her car. Jennifer had to call her brother to come to northern Kentucky to tow it on home. Sounds so familiar to me.
I will leave you with this beautiful phrase I borrowed from someone.
“Joys come from simple and natural things, mists over meadows, sunlight on leaves, the path of the moon over water.”
I might add: Holding an infant while it is sleeping and having it wake with a smile that reaches not only its mouth, but you can see it in its eyes.
Hello to all my family.
Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison, Ohio 45030, email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com, telephone: 513-367-4682.