2016-03-30 / Families & Friends

Better not pack your winter clothes

By ROSE BALLARD

Hello everyone!

Well, I sure hope you didn’t pack the winter clothes away as we sure have been having winter in spring. Did someone kill that groundhog?

I really hope you had a wonderful Easter and remembered the reason. I know with the little ones it is all about the Easter Bunny, with lots of candy and surprises.

My daughter Angie Wiederhold invited me for dinner so I could spend time with my little sidekick Bennie. I was too sick to go anywhere plus not being able to eat. Oh, what I wouldn’t have given for just a taste of potato salad.

I’m sure I am not the only person who can’t eat what they desire.

I think I may start a, “Can’t eat this and can’t eat that club!” If there’s anyone who has diabetes and has gastro paresis, which is damaged nerves of the stomach, I really would like to hear from them.

My GI doctor said it had to be due to my surgery in August since he hasn’t ever seen a case that isn’t connected to diabetes.

Southern Ohio

Saturday night while I was watching RFD on television, Third Tyme Out with Russell Moore, a famous bluegrass band, was a guest. I met Russell Moore back in the ‘90s.

When I was in eastern Kentucky for October Days, Sunrise Ridge opened for Third Tyme Out. I had a short conversation with Russell after the show. Of course he didn’t remember me, but he did recall all the places that he had played from Painters Creek up north in Ohio to the Horse Park in Lexington.

As I watched the show I could feel a delightful feeling creeping in my soul knowing I had the pleasure to meet so many good musicians in my adventures of loving bluegrass music.

I used to be so proud to be able to say I had danced there. We don’t miss things until they are gone. I very seldom even listen to music except on Saturday nights as I have just about lost the will to live.

Les and Pat Wagner spent a few days in the mountains, and as usual Les sent me a picture so I wouldn’t forget what they looked like. This is the one of the most loving families I’ve ever been in contact with in all my life. Hello to all the Wagner family wherever you are scattered.

Doyle and Betty Ison are still sort of under the weather. I did talk to Betty for a little bit.

I haven’t been in touch with Johnny or Ann Calihan, but I do see that Ann posts a few things on the Internet so they are doing alright.

The trees and flowers are so beautiful. I can see with my eyes, yet I can’t feel it in my soul and I miss this.

Hillbilly Days will be here in April, and this is one year I don’t plan on being there.

My sympathy goes to the family of Verle Caudill of Hot Spot. Verle is a cousin to Ricky Caudill and lived close by in Johnson Fork.

Betty Kelly, along with her son Barry Brown, Tina Dunn, and three of Betty’s grandsons, all took a trip to the mountains of eastern Kentucky to spend time with family and enjoy the fresh mountain air. They stayed on the mountain in Betty’s sister’s place, which is beautiful by the pictures.

Betty doesn’t have any granddaughters so she called me early one morning telling me how much she enjoyed the trip with her grandsons. Betty and the boys rode down together spent the night, then Barry and Tina came the next day.

As we talked so early in the morning, Betty was wrapped in a quilt and got to do some porch sitting while talking to me. It’s one of our favorite things to do.

My daughter Kay Gray along with her husband and several family members spent Easter in Nashville, Tenn.

Richard Caudill wrote this in memory of his sister Margaret Caudill:

“I brought Sissy home today after many long years out in the world outside of these mountains. She spent so many years struggling to survive in so many places. Plagued by health an emotional problems for far too long. Such a beautiful soul she had. Blooming like an orchid on Pine Mountain, she left us to pursue a life among the people of the flatlands. Always searching for something better.

“Always hungry for life’s next experience. Years spent toiling and struggling. Always changing everyone she interacted with. A smile for everyone. Loved by each and every person she met. It’s done now.

“I brought her home today and her fight is over. I laid her to rest in the company of a long line of her ancestors in a place by far richer in tradition and love than any she may have found outside these mountains. I lay her down at the feet of her father in the company of so many kin that stretch far back in time. With her grandfather, her great-grandfather, aunts, uncles, cousins, and all the people who watched over her as she grew. She is at rest now with the angels encamped around her. Surrounded by those she loved. I brought her home today for the final time. Welcome home, Sissy. I love you so very much. Sleep well now in these mountains you loved so much. Goodnight Sissy. I’ll see you in my dreams. My heart is broken.”

Until next time.

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