Tuesday, September 30, 2014
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.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
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.
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.
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
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.
Monday, September 1, 2014
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.