Tuesday, December 30, 2014


Each day when I wake up and put my feet on the floor, I'm reminded how blessed my life has been.

 I can never remember not having a roof over my head, food on my table, shoes on my feet, and friends during the Sunshine and rain of my life, "What a blessing".

I started posting "My Meditations" in February of 2014 the year of our Lord, and my blessings just seem to continue, as I share  with you each week, the wonderful life, God has blessed me with.

So many of you have written comments concerning, "My Meditations" your comments have blessed me beyond measure, (Thank You so much for each one you have written).

I never knew my life  story's would ever be of interest to anyone.

As I write them I pray over each one that God will bless each of you as you read them, things seems so much different from the childhood I grew up in  to the world we live in today. 

I'm amazed, I can still recall and put into words, the way life used to be for me, and my family.

Hopefully, in 2015 God will allow me to write a few more of them.

Its a joy to share with you, what God has done with my life, I can never thank Him enough.

As this year ends, and we start a new one, best wishes to you, and your family for a Prosperous, Healthy and happy New Year.

Until next time,  God bless.

Coleman Schell


Wednesday, December 17, 2014

A Winter Walk

 Back in November It had been snowing all morning as I looked out of my window, and decided to go for my walk.

The landscape was in a shimmer of white, the snow lay glistening on the sidewalks, from  the sun light reflecting off it.

There was an unusualness about this day like no other I had seen for awhile, there was no sound, no wind, just the endless whiteness from the snow.

Putting on my boots coat and cap, I opened my door, the air was fresh, surprising it was not to cold. 

Kicking aside some snow that had drifted in front of the door, I took the path that lead into my neighborhood.

Seeing the white on the tree limbs, gave them a  look of splendor, and the snow on the evergreens, conjured a early Christmas spirit.

I felt all alone in the world of white, with no clouds in the sky.

I just love the landscape after a recent snow fall, everything seems so pure and clean.

I wasn't sure how long I had been walking, maybe a little  longer than I normally do, since my face was beginning to get cold.

Time to head home for some hot tea I reckon, I was so engrossed in the beauty of the day, part of me just wanted to keep walking.

 I  love the four seasons in Michigan, each one is a spectacle gift from God.

 I appreciate the season more and more  each year as I take my walks and see their beauty up close.

  On walks like these I realize just  how blessed I  truly am, to be able to walk, and enjoy them at my age.

Until next time, God bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Mother's Cornbread and Beans

Mother wasn't shy about a lot of  things in life, especially cooking,  when it came to making corn bread and beans, she was my favorite by far.

 She and my father had gotten married during the Great Depression, and the memory of those hard times was still raw, when I was born in 1939.

 “Many a day, corn bread and beans was all we had to eat.”

At least a couple of times a week, a big pot of pinto beans seasoned with salt pork would appear on the stove, slowly simmering down to almost mush, along with a pan of yellow corn bread, fragrant and steaming.

The family would gather around our home made dinette table, and fill our hand me down bowls and plates with beans and cornbread.

Some of us kids would roll our eyes with wonder sometimes; wondering  if cornbread and beans was going to be our diet for ever, although never so that Mother or Daddy could see us.

Something must have sunk in my head from all this,because I often find myself calling up remembrances of those meals from our childhood.

After all those years of eating cornbread and beans, believe it or not, I still love em.

My wife Darlene fixes us some quite often. 

She's  pretty good at making  the both of them herself, I often kid her that, she must have learned from my mother.

Until next time, God Bless.

Coleman Schell


Saturday, November 29, 2014

A Winter Walk

 Back in November It had been snowing all morning as I looked out of my window, and decided to go for my walk.

The landscape was in a shimmer of white, the snow lay glistening on the sidewalks, from  the sun light reflecting off it.

There was an unusualness about this day like no other I had seen for awhile, there was no sound, no wind, just the endless whiteness from the snow.

Putting on my boots coat and cap, I opened my door, the air was fresh, surprising it was not to cold. 

Kicking aside some snow that had drifted in front of the door, I took the path that lead into my neighborhood.

Seeing the white on the tree limbs, gave them a  look of splendor, and the snow on the evergreens, conjured a early Christmas spirit.

I felt all alone in the world of white, with no clouds in the sky.

I just love the landscape after a recent snow fall, everything seems so pure and clean.

I wasn't sure how long I had been walking, maybe a little  longer than I normally do, since my face was beginning to get cold.

Time to head home for some hot tea I reckon, I was so engrossed in the beauty of the day, part of me just wanted to keep walking.

 I  love the four seasons in Michigan, each one is a spectacle gift from God.

 I appreciate the season more and more  each year as I take my walks and see their beauty up close.

  On walks like these I realize just  how blessed I  truly am, to be able to walk, and enjoy them at my age.

Until next time, God bless.

Coleman Schell

Thursday, November 27, 2014


Helping Hand

My father taught me at a young age, the secrets of Coon hunting. 

Coon Hunting was one of fathers favorite things to do, we went at night when the moon was full, and it wasn't to cold, these little guys were clever and hard to catch.

They had special ways of out smarting the best of dogs; and for the most part humans as well, to help us navigate the darkness of the night,  we used a kerosene lantern.

While searching the woods for the coons, we often heard the owls doing their "Hoo Hoo Hoooooo Owl call making the night some what spooky.

On a good night of hunting we might catch four or five of those cute little fellows.

Mother often said, she could spot our little lantern shinning,  long before we reached home.

As Christians, we are to let our little light shine so others may see Jesus in the darkness of the world, much like the little light from the lantern allowed us to see at night,  to find our way home.

The smallest of light, will dispel darkness, and attract those in darkness to it.

 Our hunting dogs were good to help us pursue and find the Coons, We are to be good and help others pursue and find Jesus.

The world we live in, is full of hatred selfishness, bitterness, and evil of every imagination, our little light is needed , many are looking for a way out of darkness, and into the light of Christ.

Jesus left us this reminder.

And he said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature.
                                                              Mark  16:15

Are you willing to let your little light shine for those around you? who maybe struggling, and unable to find their way.

 Your light could make the difference for them to find their way to Christ, "How awesome it is to be of help to others."

I learned early in my Life, You will never go wrong extending a helping hand.  and you want either if you decide to.

Until next time,  God Bless you, and be sure to let your light shine for those around you.

Coleman Schell

Wednesday, November 19, 2014


My sister Fern's birthday is close to Thanksgiving, Fern was mothers little helper.

One Thanksgiving I remember  them making Chicken and dumplings.

Mother was about as good as any, when it came time to make Chicken and dumplings.

 As I recall Fern was careful to note all the steps Mother took in preparing everything, some say she learned it very well and they attest to it each year at our family reunions and get together's.

In fact Fern has received a standing ovation at our Parman reunion, in recognition and appreciation for her tasty Chicken and dumpling recipe.

Mother and Fern put together for us, a  special Thanksgiving dinner that year,  I still lament over today.

The dinner consisted of Chicken and dumplings, baked sweet potatoes, fried potatoes, home canned pickle beets, fresh baked cornbread, home made Hominy, and molasses cake.

 Some what different from today's Thanksgiving dinners, perhaps  but for us it was a dinner about as good as they came.
Saying grace for a dinner of this magnitude was easy, God had surely blessed us beyond measure .

Happy birthday to my sister Fern, thank you for sharing your special talent with our family and others. "we love you." and your dumplings.

If you have air in your lungs, this year for Thanksgiving food on your table, a warm roof over your head  Thank God for it He is the one who put it there for you.


Until next time, God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Deer Hunting

 November is noted for opening day of deer hunting season, in several States including Kentucky.

2014 marks the 40th year of deer hunting for my family.... Dad  and our neighbor Charlie Roberts started the event in the Seventy's.

Each year the second Saturday of November we gather at the Home place in Kentucky, to carry on their legacy.

Dad and Charlie have passed on now.

With their passing the family was faced with a choice; to keep the hunting going, or to let it go, I am proud to say we kept it going.

The annual event now includes grandchildren, brother-in-law's Uncles neighbors friends and many others.

Our family simply loves this event, it has become special in many ways.

Getting a deer, during the hunt, is secondary to the deer hunters .

One of my favorite things about this get together, is the dinner our sisters prepare for us, on Sunday after the hunting is over.

They invite neighbors and friends to join us . 

  And we Celebrate  deer hunting, thanksgiving and Christmas,  together, "One grand celebration " that covers each event .

What started out with two people, has grown to  super portions now .

 The blessings just seem to keep coming , Dad and Charlie we send our heart felt thanks to the both of you, for what you did to get this event going.

And a big thank you to all the faithful ones in our family who attend each year to keep it going.

I reckon that's what family's are for though, to help each other, and do things together and have fun doing it (Aye).

Speaking of family's I appreciate each of you my extended Facebook family, for taking time out of your busy day each week, to read "My Mediation" you're the greatest !!

I am truly blessed to have you as family.

Until next time, God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Wood shead

I remember during my childhood of hearing  about the phrase "out behind the wood shed".

And I wondered what the heck they meant when they said that, I found out  later, it was about parents disciplining their Children, out behind the wood shed.

I was well rehearsed in discipline, I knew first hand about that one, our parents didn't call it the wood shed though.

They called it minding your parents.... where ever you were.... and what  ever you were doing.... and if you didn't the wood shed came to you.

 If you ask that question today of children,  they would probably want to know what in the world that term meant too, since most parenting today doesn't mention anything about a wood shed.

 They'd probably think, what's at the wood shed? Did you get a toy or something?

 But us ole folks know, it wasn’t a pleasant experience. It wasn’t to have fun or get something great.

 It was a time when discipline was needed, punishment came, and you were put back on the straight and narrow.

 I was born into a family of 10 children, and I was the second oldest of those 10.

 We learned from the mistakes of our other siblings, of what  we should and should not do.

 I only remember getting one spanking in my early years, but that was enough. I didn’t have to literally go to the wood shed, but the result was the same. I learned a lot from that one time of chastening.

And it has served to make my life a better one, looking back I can honestly say, "Thank you Mom and Dad" for loving us enough, to teach us the right way in life.

Until next time, God Bless

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Making Butter

We buy our butter from the store today, wasn't so when I was growing up.

We never had a dairy, but we had a Jersey cow or two we milked each day, and of course we made our own butter from the milk we got from them.

Ever since I was big enough, I helped Mother churn the milk to make the butter.

We skimmed the cream off the milk after it set for awhile, and put the cream into a churn, the churn we used was an old earthenware type with a dasher.

In the summer time we'd sit the churn on the table, and let it sit for awhile, until the cream was good and thick, if it was winter we sat it on the hearth near the fireplace.

  When it come time to churn I would get me a chair and sit down and pull the dasher up and down, until the butter would curdle, and come to the top in a clump.

Sometimes it would take an hour or so to complete the churning, talk about getting your exercise.

When finished we dipped the butter from the churn, and put it into a bowel for serving.

Adding a little salt to enhance the flavor, and to act as a preservative.

 If it was summer time, we put the bowel of butter into a lard bucket tying the bucket to a wire and putting a rock on top the lid, to keep it from turning over, then we would set the bucket into the spring to keep it cool until it was needed.

Not quite as fancy as refrigeration and getting your butter from the store, but with all the hard work we put into it, our butter, just seem to taste better than the store bought .

It really spiced up its taste when you added it with  some home made apple jelly , black berry jam, or honey to a hot baked biscuit.

Come to think of it,the olden days weren't so bad after all , at least we eat good, during those times.

Until next time,  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Sunday, October 26, 2014


 What do you think of Halloween?  answers can vary depending  of  whom you ask. 

Most kids  love  trick or treating and the glamor that goes along with dressing up, and collecting candy.

 Many love the Ghostly scary side it presents.

 Some think it un-Christ like.

But for my Mother and Dad it wasn't  about any of the above, no it was about them making their wedding vowels, in the middle of the road.

Halloween just happened to be the time and place, when all the pieces for their marriage came together 

Not a more unusual thing could have happened, in my opinion.

Meeting the Preacher on the road they were traveling, was one of the pieces .

Being so much in Love you might say, kind of propelled them  in to this Divine appointment it seems.

Asking the Preacher if he would marry them in the middle of the road, was the thing that put everything into motion.

When he said he didn't see any reason why not,  they were elated.

He told them to make it legal, they would need to pick up a marriage license, for him to sign later.

That signed document stood the test of time, and their union of marriage lasted 56 years, if my memory serves me right.

I suppose the meaning of Halloween took on a whole new dimension  that day, as it became a special  and unforgettable moment, for Mother and Dad.

What ever your beliefs are about Halloween, be blessed of the Lord, and if you decide to get married, may it become long lasting, and a special day for you as well.

Until next time, God bless.

Coleman Schell


Monday, October 20, 2014


Probably the greatest spiritual, and medical need that anyone has is the need for hope.

 It is a medicine that can cure nearly anything. 

When our hope dies despair can sit in and overwhelm us, hope is vital to each one.

 There is no difference between men and women.

Many times hope is deferred when we are in the midst of trials and tribulations .

 For example when you're biting your tongue to keep the peace in your house; helping others when you really need help, more than they do.

 When you are doing your best to serve God and others could care less.

When sickness doesn't respond to treatment.

 Times like these can challenge, our hope  and can cause it to grow dim.

 When hope is strong and executed in our heart , extraordinary things happen.

 Healing for your body takes place, broken hearts get mended, obstructions in your spiritual life go away.

  Faith  moves God and hope moves us, when our hope is renewed all things are possible. 

Gods miracle working powers will be manifested and your spiritual life restored.

The greatest source that you can find for hope, is in Christ..                      Psalm  16.9

May His hope abound in your life today, If its not; check in with God who gives it liberally, and abundantly to all.

Until next time,  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Garret Taylor

 One of the chores I had with my family while growing up was, picking up the mail, a task  much different than the way we get our mail today.

When I was appointed mail master for the family, I walked a mile plus for the mail each day, unless it was raining or snowing, If that happened I got to stay home.

 Our mail carrier's name was Garrett Taylor.

During my term as mail master, I became good friends with Garrett.

Garrett was very dedicated to his work, and  punctual with his delivery's, You could count on the mail being on time. 

Garrett drove his Model A Ford to Farriston, Ky. to pick up the mail each day, on his way back , delivery of the mail would begin.

One time he took me along with him, to pick up the mail, it was my first car ride ever, you talk about being thrilled, I was that plus some.

He even let me put the mail in the boxes for him, as we drove back.

While driving, Garrett shared with me some facts about Charlie the faithful one.

Charlie, was his trusty horse ,and mode of transportation, when the roads were to rugged for the model A .

 Garrett could only do about half his route by car , the other half, was unsuitable for the Model A, and became Charlie's task.

My term as mail master and Garrett's term as carrier ended when we got new roads through the community, allowing the Post Office to create new routes, and add new postal carriers.

 Delivery of the mail with out  my friend Garrett, wasn't the same for me after that.

 Garrett told me on his last day of work, that he was turning in his saddle bags, and would be stepping down from the postal work, to do some other things he had been planning .

Our mail delivery system has gotten much bigger, more modern, and efficient , but the  experience I had  with Garrett, has remained the same.

The the memories of him and my mail master days have with stood, all the modern day changes to the US postal system.

Until next time,  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Box supper

During my early years of schooling our father a share crop farmer, moved  us around a bit, when I was in the sixth grade we had moved to Rough Creek.

 Rough Creek School it seems always had a box supper during the fall of the year, don't know if you know what a box supper is or not, but I'll explain that in a moment for those of you who may not know, first a little back ground on Rough Creek.

The community history of Rough Creek dates back to 1835 when its first Church.... The Rough Creek United Baptist Church was founded.

And the community kind of... took off from there, Rough Creek School is no longer being used for school purpose.

But the founding school building is located on Hwy East 80 out of London Kentucky and today is surrounded by a vibrant and homely little community. 

Box suppers have lost their zeal in todays schools, but back then, they were a live and well.

In todays society they would be called a fund raising event, but for us it wasn't about the funds  it was more about fun time and a night out for the family.

This is how the box supper operated, each girl in school could prepare a food basket or box they used to put  food in.

 They were required to put their name on the out side of  the box's for School purpose, and it was also handy for the boy's to see who's name was on the box so they might have the inside track when bidding started.

At a specified time everyone gathered around and the bidding began  for the box's.

The girls  were always anxious by now to see who would be bidding on their box's  and whom they would be sharing it with. As it was custom for them to eat with the highest bidder.

Sometimes the bidding got intense  when two boys liked the same girl.

The school kept the money for the boxes, we kept the fun and memories for ourselves.

Now that you know what a box supper is, maybe your school would like to have one some time, could be fun! it was for us.

Until next time,  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Harvest Moon

Farmers in the past  used the moon as their means to light their way through the fields, for their final harvest.

I can remember my father using it in late September to shock corn, corn was planted and grown in rows much like farmers do today.

 Harvesting the corn though was much different, it  was all done by hand, being light years behind the way its harvested today.

My father waited until the dew was forming from the cool night air,then he would take his machete knife and cut  the stalks of corn.

Taking each arm load to a tee-pee like structure, he had  formed  earlier tying  the tops of some of the corn together .

When he had gathered enough to form a good size shock, he would  tie stalks end to end and go around the shock near the top to secure it from falling.

This would go on until the field was completely harvested and there were numerous shocks of corn through out the field. 

Once Mother took us kids to the field where Dad was harvesting, so we could see how it was done ,she spread a blanket on the ground for us to sit on, as we watch.

At first it was hard to see what he was doing, the moon wasn't shinning yet, but not long after we got comfortable on our blanket, the big full moon started appearing from behind the hills .

Displaying a majestic orange glow, illuminating  everything as it slowly made its way up from behind the hills, causing  the darkness  to disappear, and the night to become bright like day.

When Dad finished with his harvesting for the night we walked home.

 I pondered the beauty of the night in my mind, as we walked ,it seemed to me God was using the Hugh Harvest moon to remind mankind, it is He who lights the fields for harvest, as well as the path for our lives.

Hope you have enjoyed this lesson on pioneer farming.

To those of you who may not have known how corn shocking actually took place, you can now say I have taken a walk with Coleman through the corn field for a first hand view.

 I have posted pictures of corn shocking for you to see how it was done, hope you enjoy them. 

Another Autumn story, I treasure from my life's archive.

Thanks for reading.

Until next week, God Bless.

Coleman Schell


Tuesday, September 23, 2014

End of summer

What marks the end of summer ? Why the beginning of fall of course ! Fall happens to be my absolute favorite season.

Today is a most beautiful day for a walk, so I thought I'd go for one, through my neighborhood.

A cool breeze is causing me to button up my jacket rather quickly, as I start out.

 Leaves from the trees overhead are covering parts of the sidewalk, I can feel them rattling beneath my shoes.

Ahead of me some fox squirrels are playing tag to entertain them selves, while others are busy storing food for the winter.

Just a delight to be out and about breathing in the fresh crisp autumn air, who could resist such a day for a walk.

 Overhead the clouds are scuttling across the sky, with shadowy burst of sunlight,  peaking through them.

My thoughts drift  back a bit, thinking of the years that have passed, remembering how as kids we used to pile up leaves, and jump and play in them for fun.

Strangely I felt young again, something I hadn't felt in a long time.

I just love that feeling, unfortunately at my age it doesn't happen often enough, any more.

Ever since childhood, I've enjoyed the seasons that God has provided, the Bible  says everything on earth has its special seasons, including mankind.

Ecclesiastes  3:1

As I ended my walk, and  my reflection of time, I thought how blessed I was to have been part of this wonderful Autumn moment, and have the privilege of sharing it with you.

Until next time,   God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Spooky night

Back when I was growing up, folks told a lot of ghost story's, and my uncle's Tipp and Grover Brock weren't any different, they had a few of their own to tell.

My brother Denver and I spent the night with them one time, and before going to bed, Tipp said we should pay no mind to the piano in the parlor room if it started playing at mid night by its self.

Naturally that put a shiver down my spine,  like I had never had before, after listening to Uncle Tipp's war story's for awhile, Tipp noticed the two of us nodding off to sleep and suggest we go to bed.

A kerosene lamp and the fire place were  major means of lighting for the home.

 Brother and I borrowed the lamp from the living room to help us find our way up the stairs to our bed we would be sleeping in.

The ambers were still glowing from the fresh logs Uncle Grover had put on the fire a while earlier.

Climbing the stairs to our room, my heart was racing a bit as I recalled what Uncle Tipp  had said earlier concerning the Piano, out of curiosity I asked Denver what he thought about it?

He said he didn't believe in ghost, and the one way we could prove his theory would be to stay awake  for awhile and listen.

Neither of us had a watch to tell us when mid night came, but I declare some time during the night, we heard  the piano playing.

We both pulled the covers up over our heads until the playing stopped, and until this day I'm not sure if Uncle Tipp or Uncle Grover went into the parlor room after we went to bed and helped  the piano out or what.

Uncle Tipp gracefully denied the next morning having anything to do with it

  And Uncle Grover didn't confess to anything either, I'm like my brother I don't believe in ghost story's or ghost, but I declare some one played the piano that night.

 I personally think it was uncle Tipp having some fun with us.

Until next time,  God Bless.

Coleman Schell  

Monday, September 1, 2014

Laurel County Kentucky History

Being from Laurel County Kentucky, naturally I'm proud to share with you some of the things I learned and discovered while growing up there.

The Battle of Camp Wildcat (also known as Wildcat Mountain and Camp Wild Cat) was one of the early engagements of the American Civil War.

It occurred October 21, 1861, in northern Laurel County Kentucky. 

The battle is considered one of the first Union victories of the Civil War, and marked the second engagement of troops in the Commonwealth of Kentucky.

Then we have "Short Creek" located in Laurel County Kentucky   West 80 Towards Somerset, Just Before Shopville School.

The Community Is Called " Stab"
I Think There's A Sign . Turn On Hwy 1675 , It Runs Beside 80... Watch For Short Creek Rd, Turn, It's About 1/4 Mile Down A Hill.

A lot of people who were born and raised in Laurel County, have never visited this amazing little place, because it was never promoted in the early days.

Then we have the one that  really put Laurel County on the world map.

The original Home Place of KFC.Which was founded by Harland Sanders In Laurel County, an entrepreneur who began selling fried chicken from his roadside restaurant in Corbin, Kentucky, during the Great Depression

Today Laurel County is home to the World Chicken Festival that draws upward to 250,000 people each year an annual event held in London, Kentucky.

The festival celebrates the life of Colonel Sanders, founder of Kentucky Fried Chicken.

The festival takes place in downtown London, KY, on the last weekend in September. The festival is free to attend.

Hope you enjoyed our visit to Laurel County History.

Until next time,  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Monday, August 25, 2014

Sorghum Making

If you drive the back roads through the country in Southeastern Kentucky in late summer, you might be fortunate enough to see a strange looking crop growing in the fields.

 Its foliage is tall and green, the stalks with tassels topping the heads resemble corn without ears.

Its called sorghum cane and is used for making Sorghum molasses,it made its way to our country from Africa in the 1800 hundreds.

My father often planted some each year, to make sorghum for our family and to share with neighbors and friends.

It's sweet syrup like taste makes for some good eating, mother used sorghum in making a cake she called Molasses Cake that was so moist and flavorful I could  just about eat a whole one myself.

"Sorghum needs a warm climate to grow in." The best sorghum comes off poor land. It needs little fertilizers, withstands drought and the only weather damaging to the crop, is usually when wind blows it down.

In my fathers day the canes stalks were fed through a mill press, powered by a  mule pulling a  wooden pole attached to it .

The juice was screened and extracted into a home made evaporator cooking pan.

 The pan used a wood fire,  beneath it to cook the juice.

 The entire process took about 30 minutes to make a batch of the sweet tasty Sorghum.

It was a tedious process, one that required  a certain amount of skill, Evert Weaver a friend of my fathers was a craftsman at it for many years, and rated by many as one of the best in our community.

Been a while since I had some good sorghum, I use to try to find me some when I would go to Kentucky,  but seems like anymore its getting harder to find .

Hope you enjoyed our  Sorghum making lesson today, if you're ever down in Kentucky in the fall of the year, you just might want to check out these two places I hear they still make sorghum.

Renfro Valley, in Rockcastle  co. Ky.
West Liberty, in Morgan co. Ky.

Until next time,    God Bless.

Coleman Schell


Saturday, August 16, 2014


 When I was a kid I never imagined, one day we would have the technology we have today.

 Technology was a word I hadn't learned about yet, let alone imagine what it could do to change our lives.

  Today we have gone from a wall phone to a smart phone, World news taking days to reach us, to instant broadcast from anyplace in the world.

Tablets, computers, cars, planes, so many changes I can hardly keep up.

Change is good for the most part, but it does come with a price tag and a few side effects. 

Computers are an important part of our lives, occasionally they get infected with a computer virus, then what was so useful and helpful, can start running a muck unable to function as they were designed to do.

         Many times only a major reprogramming of  their corrupted  hard drives, will restore them to usefulness.

         This situation can be compared to another virus, the virus of sin, God created our first parents perfect and with out sin, their every need met  and their relationship with God UN-blemished, but they rebelled against God, sin entered the world---- and since that day, the human heart has been infected with the deadly "virus" of sin.

         Our fellowship with God was destroyed, we became morally weak and corrupt.

          And like the computer we must be reprogrammed, Christ came to conquer the "virus" of sin! When He enters our lives ,He begins to remake us from within, the "virus" no longer has absolute control.

         Romans  8:  21 Because the creature itself, also shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption, into the glorious liberty, of the children of God. 

 If the first part of my life is any indication of what is yet to come  the rest should be interesting and challenging.

 My grandmother Carrie Parman wrote so many good things about everyday life in the twentieth century.

 If she were still with us today I'm certain,  she would be awed by, how much things have changed since her writings.

Coleman Schell


Saturday, August 9, 2014

Apple Cider

My wife and I love to visit Yates Cider Mill at the end of each summer, Yates is located amidst the beautiful countryside of Rochester Hills, Michigan.

It has existed  since way back in the days of Abraham Lincoln, Yates opened its doors in 1863 beside the rapidly flowing waters of the Clinton-Kalamazoo Canal.

The Clinton River cascades over the Yates dam, providing power for the mill, the original water turbine was installed in 1894 and its still being used today.

As you visit  Yates if you're like most folks, you will take a tour of the cider presses to get an up close look of how cider is made.

And you certainly want be able to leave without, trying some of the tasty home- made donuts and fresh off the press apple cider.

Yates Cider Mill is one of the oldest continually running businesses in Michigan, the scenic beauty there is ideal for a relaxing stroll through the adjoining hills and along the Rivers edge.

People come from all over the State each year to visit this place of history, if you are from Michigan there's a good chance you are one of them.

As summer ends this year and the children go back to school why not plan a week end trip, to get out and enjoy  yourselves  at a cider mill or park near you.

Remember times spent with your family can be the most precious of any you will ever spend.

As God paints the meadows and hills once again this autumn with His favorite colors, be mindful He alone paints with such splendor.

Colossians 1:16-17 - For by him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth, visible and invisible, whether [they be] thrones, or dominions, or principalities, or powers: all things were created by him, and for him:   

Coleman Schell 


Monday, August 4, 2014

Count it Joy

When I was five years of age, I got typhoid fever, mother and dad said it was a close call. 

 My temperature reached  107 degree, our family physician,  Doctor Walthen came to our home and spent the night with us, trying to get the fever down.

Early the next morning, he told my mother, he felt he had done all he could do for me and needed to go and attend to other needy Patients .

  I  remember hearing my Mother  praying after he left, asking God to heal me and spare my life,  God was good to us and answered her prayer at 7:00 am, the temperature began going down, and I started getting better.

Because of the high fever, my hair fossils were damaged and my hair turned completely white, staying that way for about a year, before returning to its natural color. 

Fortunately, no one else in our home got sick with the typhoid, my immune system must have been weak or something.

Not sure, why I was the only one to get it, some thought the well water may have been contaminated.

Now, looking back at that close call, I count it all joy, that God answered my Mothers prayer, and spared my life that day.   

With out a doubt its hard to "Count it all joy" (when) sickness and suffering comes your way, I'm sure you can agree.   but Christ say's we can do it.

 James 1: 2
When ever you face trials of any kind, consider it nothing but joy.

God has been so good to me, I thank Him for sparing my life that day,  I'm thankful for a fine family. The little church that I attend and for all my good friends, especially you my Facebook friends you are the greatest.

 Thanks for reading my meditation.

Coleman Schell

Monday, July 28, 2014


During my life time, I have traveled many miles and visited lots of scenic places through out America, there are so many beautiful places to visit, I hope you have gotten to see some of them by now yourself.

Each time I planed a trip I would sit down and figure out where I wanted to go and what I would need  to take for the journey.

Preparing for Heaven is much like taking a journey, first you must decide you want to go there, next you must pick up  your ticket.

But wait you may say How will I purchase a ticket to Heaven ? Can you buy it by being a good person ? Or going to Church or acting religious ? Or giving money or volunteering your time to help others?

The Bible says none of these will suffice, because the ticket to Heaven is expensive------far to expensive for any human being to afford.

Does that mean we can never go there?  No----and the reason is because, Someone else has already purchased the ticket for us.

That person was Jesus Christ and the price of the ticket He purchased for you and I, cost Him dearly, He paid for it with His own blood on the cross at Calvary

Today He offers each of us, the ticket to Heaven free and fully paid for, Why anyone would refuse such an offer, is beyond my understanding.

For the kingdom of heaven is as a man traveling into a far country, who called his own servants, and delivered unto them his goods.          Mat. 25:14

I'm glad I got to do most of my traveling, while I was young.

 Today driving isn't as much fun for me as it use to be.

I would recommend doing your driving and touring while you are young, and book your trip to Heaven as soon as possible. 

Coleman Schell

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Family Reunion

On my mothers side of of the family, we've been having  reunions since as far back as I can remember.

Everyone looks forward to our Parman and Brock reunion and many travel long distances to attend.

Every year on the fourth Saturday of July we gather at the Feltners 4-H club, in London Kentucky, to celebrate this great event.

Don't know exactly what the secret ingredient is for its longevity

Uncle Ralph Parman is our current Hoist, perhaps its his jolly humerus presentation that helps.

 Uncle Ralph is in his late 80's and still as active as some of the younger folks, he says his waggle isn't as keen as it used to be, but other wise he's still doing great..

I'm happy our family has kept this reunion going over the years, it seems to have made a bonding affect on many of us, and has helped keep the family closer I am sure.

I hope if your family has reunions that you have as much fun as we do in ours, family time is so important to all of us, and in my opinion reunions are one of the best ways to keep the family together.

“Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.” -Jane Howard

I love my family, its an important part of my life, don't quite understand how they let me in, but I am happy they did, our family is kinda like God's family, you don't have to be perfect to get in, you just need to be forgiven.

Coleman Schell