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What did kids do for fun at Roxana?

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Hello again, everyone!

Thanks for the emails and phone calls saying you missed my column. I wish I could blame it on The Mountain Eagle, however I am the one who made the mistake. I was in a hurry and hit the wrong key and it didn’t get sent in.

I really want to thank several who has commented on my little tribute to our little extra mountain mama Alma Whitaker. When you write from your heart it isn’t hard, although I have no trouble writing anything. I love writing.

October 7 was Old Time Fiddlers’ meeting at Miamitown, Ohio. They meet the first Sunday of the month in the basement of the fire department from 12:30 to 4 p.m. or later, depends how many musicians are there.

We lost a good friend and faithful member, Joe Farwick, who was the treasurer and newsletter editor of the club, so I am taking over as newsletter editor.

A reader called and asked me questions of growing up at Roxana. What we did for fun? She asked, did I ever shoot marbles out of a ring? Sure, if you could find marbles. She asked if I ever played something called click and clack. I never heard of it. You straighten out some kind of wire and put it on a rim and push it.

I can recall of getting inside a large tire and letting someone roll me over and over. I am sure Ken Frazier can recall that. Lots of the kids around Roxana did this trick.

I even rolled down a hill in a metal drum that Mommy (Ora Hall) used to catch rain water in. This time it rolled into a fence and I couldn’t get out. Mommy said for me to find my own way out, that she hadn’t helped me get into it.

A good patch of broomsage and a cardboard box made a great sled. In the wintertime we took a chance skating on the river when it was frozen solid enough!

How many took poke berries and painted their face like Indians? Oh, this time of year finds me reliving days gone by that were spent with mommy and grandma, Rosa Hall. Sometimes I forget that my brother, Richie, is so much younger than me. I will ask him something and then laugh. Granny would take me with her to gather hickory nuts, walnuts, and apples from a mountaintop on Tolson Creek.

I cherish every memory of growing up in the little town of Roxana.

Ike Adams tells me that persimmons are ripe already at his house and he is sending me some, I think I will find Paint Lick and go visit him and Loretta. I know it isn’t too far from Berea.

How many like pumpkin butter?

There’s a place called Spring Mill State Park at Mitchell, Ind.; we went there about 35 years ago. I have been wanting to go back. It seems no one wants to go with me, so I think I will get in my car and head that way. This time of year I get rambling fever.

My sister, Loretta Church, is having trouble with her foot again, so I will be making a trip to the mountains of eastern Kentucky as she is going to have to get the other leg amputated. This woman has gone through more things in her life. Each time I start to complain about this and that hurting me, I try to think of her and my brother, Wallace Lee, without legs. Of course that doesn’t always keep me from complaining.

My brother, Richie Hall, has a lot of trouble, however he wouldn’t give up. Walking just about gets the best of him. I am the oldest if six, and I am the only one who doesn’t have sugar diabetes. Guess I am sweet enough.

Richie and Wanda went to Middlesboro and on to Tazewell, Tenn., for a day together. Wanda has been doing her Christmas shopping. I am afraid to say I like something because Wanda will try her best to get it for me.

Well, fall has finally arrived in our area. I turned my heat on this morning to take the chill out of the house. I bet there are lots of people happy the hot weather is gone.

I hear gas and oil are going up again. I really don’t know what people are going to do.

Gladys Smith of North Carolina, I hope you are doing better, I really enjoy your column. You are right, we can’t please everyone and I don’t even try!

I have been a rebel all my life. I try not to hurt anyone’s feelings, but I am not afraid to stand up for what I believe in.

Shirley Wells and I missed WMMT on the Internet since it was off the air for a few days. We need our daily fix. Whoever thought I would be listening to voices and the music I love so far from home, on a computer?

Gwen Huff Farmer’s garden is finally laid by. She is still getting a few mustard greens.

Gwen, Shirley and I were online together to listen to WMMT with Angie Hall via the Internet. Shirley and I even listened to the Chuck Johnson show that was on later as I wrote my column.

I haven’t talked to Betty and Doyle Ison. I hope everything is all right their way!

Ann and Johnny Calihan are heading for the Calihan reunion then on to West Virginia to visit Ann’s sister, Evadean Marcum. Their daughter, Carol, and her husband, Jack, are going with them in separate vehicles. I know everyone will have a good time.

I have been busy baby-sitting for my little grandson, Benjie Wiederhold. He is so sweet and getting to be Mom-ma’s boy. Benjie catches everyone’s attention when I take him places.

When I was visiting Loretta at Letcher Manor, I met a woman who is a sister to Shirley Hall, with whom I correspond on the computer. Their dad was Lawson Dishman from back home, who died several months ago.

Well, folks, it is time to get this on the way to the press. As usual that clock is trying to catch me once again. Until next time.

Rose Ballard Durham, 9110 Lawrenceburg Road, Harrison Ohio 45030, email Bluegrassmama4@aol.com.


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