2018-05-16 / Families & Friends

Festival marking 50th year

By ROSE BALLARD

Hello everyone! I hope everyone had a great Mother’s Day and could spend the day with your family.

Are you enjoying the warm weather? I would like to know what happened to the few pleasant days of spring. I will take the warmth any day over the cold of winter months.

I don’t have central air, and would you believe after 20 years of service my window air conditioner is on its last legs? I guess it is like me, and has seen it’s better days.

This week sure has been a rough one, like a rollercoaster ride with ups and downs.

Appalachian Festi- val at Old Coney, which is held on Mother’s Day weekend every year, Friday through Sunday, had beautiful weather all three days. The music was great as usual, and Tony Hale & Black Water Band did an outstanding job as always. The band is always good. There’s something about an outside concert that really adds to music, but maybe it is just my way of thinking.

When Tony sang Beulah Land, a favorite song of Pat and Les Wagner’s, I was so glad I had cell phone service as I called Pat and she and Les got to listen to Tony sing. Pat isn’t up to par this week and she and Les couldn’t make it.

Appalachian Festival will be celebrating its 50th year of existence next year. I hope I am still around and able to go. I haven’t been able to walk around to see the crafts and vendors in a couple of years. I stopped by a food place to bring my son Keith Ballard something I knew he liked.

After seeing what was on the menu, I almost walked away. I don’t think I wanted to try alligator or shark and a few other things. Keith loves Polish sausage with onions and green peppers. His dad used to love this also and I would always bring him some when I would be out and about. It is ironic how one simple thing can spark a mountain of memories.

I met so many friends at the Appalachian Festival that I haven’t seen in a while, so to me this festival is like a huge homecoming.

Dale Farmer is a musician and is making a movie called Mountain Minor, which should be released sometime in the near future. Dale spent some time with me and it was so good talking to him.

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Joe and Donna Perry are a couple I met years ago at a music venue. I have sort of lost touch with them. Donna had a liver transplant a few months ago and is doing well. This was the first time that Donna has been able to be out in a crowd.

Ma Crow and the girls were at the festival. Ma’s band is supposed to be back next year to perform.

There’s a band that means so much to me that I hope to see booked at Appalachian Festival and that is none other than Sunrise Ridge. That would just make it complete for me.

I received calls, flowers, cards and texts from each of my daughters, plus money. Keith wanted to get me flowers so I asked him to wait until after Mothers’ Day and we would go get me flowers for the yard. I came home to find a dozen red roses that are the most beautiful ones that I have seen in a long time, as they are perfect in bloom. Keith said we would go get my petunias and geraniums when I wanted to go.

I love gifts that I can enjoy for a long time like flowers in the yard and subscriptions to magazines or to The Mountain Eagle.

Now for the downside of my column. Saying I am sending my sympathy to the family of Johnny and Ann Calihan is so shallow sounding when it breaks my heart completely apart, as they lost a two-month-old great-grand baby to SIDS. This has been a trying week for Ann’s daughter Teresa and her husband Jon, and the baby’s parents. Even though I am close to Johnny and Ann I don’t know their children too well.

Their daughter Sue Wagner and my daughter Angie Wiederhold have been childhood friends. Ann and Johnny have been as close to me as if they are blood relations. Sue’s daughter Ashley has twin girls that are improving, although the babies will be in the hospital for some time yet. Please keep this family in your prayers.

While attending the baby’s visitation, and watching a video of this precious baby and seeing the tiny coffin, it brought back a heartache for me and I tried to make my thoughts return to 58 years ago.

My mom’s last baby was stillborn. It was full term. I was 15 years old and should remember everything, but there are things that are blocked completely out of memory and no matter how hard I try I can’t recall.

When they buried my baby brother, from what I understand he was named Hayes Breshear, and Daddy took my sister Loretta and me to the cemetery on Kings Creek to bury the baby. Loretta could never understand why I don’t remember, as she said the little casket was in the seat between us.

Mom wasn’t able to go to the funeral and I don’t guess there was anyone else that went. As I said, I have no recollection. Mom and Dad lived at Hot Spot when this took place. The saying of how good neighbors are, I would like to know where were the neighbors then.

As my son was getting ready to go to work he said, “I am putting the church key so a friend can pick it up just in case I have to work late.” I asked, “What did you say?” He repeated it and I started laughing, and of course he wanted to know what I was laughing about.

I replied that is what I have heard Dad and others call a beer opener — so anyone that is my age and older, have you ever heard of a beer opener called a church key?

Well as usual it seems time flies when I sit down to write this column, and it is time I get it on its way. Until next time, Rose Ballard, 9110 Lawrenceburg Rd., Harrison, Ohio 45030 email: Bluegrassmama4@aol.com.

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