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