Monday, January 26, 2015
In South Eastern Kentucky Electricity was slow in getting to Laurel County especially the little nook of it we lived in.
Some folks in our county got Electricity as early as 1939 the year I was born, but for us it didn't arrive until a few years later.
I can still remember what an exciting day it was to finally see the crews with their trucks carrying the utility poles and the wiring to our location.
It was a day little did I know , that was going to change our part of the world for ever.
Day by day they erected the poles and string the wiring thru the community until they come to our home.
Uncle Elvin Weaver had wired our home in anticipation of its arrival some time earlier, but it would be a few days before the designated route of wiring was completed ,and we would get our first Electricity.
When the first flicker of light came from the bulbs, I immediately knew the kerosene lamp, was extinct and life was going to be much different and a lot better soon.
In the days to follow mother was blessed to get an electric Iron, Ringer type washer, refrigerator, and dad got us a radio, you talk about moving up to the good times.
We came from the dark age to the light age over night.
What a blessing Electricity has brought to our lives, I'm grateful God has allowed me to live without it as well as with it.
Electricity is some thing we take for granted today, but I can still remember living with out it, as strange as that may seem.
Until next time, God bless.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
In this meditation I will share with you, how my first studio pictured came to be.
When I was around seven years of age, my grand parents Ellhannon and Phoebe Schell, gathered their family for a family portrait.
And for some reason, I got to go along with them to the Studio, in London Kentucky.
All went well at the session , and everyone was elated, except me, I was crying a little to myself on the way home, and grandpa asked why I was so sad.
After some coercing, I finally told him why I wasn't happy.
I explained to him, because I wasn't in the family portraits... that made grandpa sad also... He said I'm so sorry Coleman, it never dawned on me to include you in our pictures.
If you'll for-give me he replied, I will take you next week to get your very own studio picture made.
I quickly forgave him and excepted his offer, it wasn't like me to have hurt feelings toward grandpa.
The next week I dressed up in my best and grandpa and I went to town.
As I look back to that photo session, I'm reminded of what a special grandpa he was.
Some of our family members say grandpa picked out my name for me when I was born.
If he did; he picked a most unique name; I looked it up on the internet and found only 249 people in the U.S.A. have Coleman as a first name.
A unique name for a unique guy I guess aye...Just Kidding but it is a uncommon name, It seems I'm the only one who ever stands up when its called out.
I shall always treasure my name...my time spent with grandpa.... and this special picture.
Until Next Time, God Bless.
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
When I was just a young lad, Dad took me along with him one day to his work place at the Hickory Mill in London Kentucky.
We rode in his prized 1930 Model A Coupe Ford to get there, the roads we took at best, might had some gravel on them, but for the most part they were un graveled.
I remember we got up early in the morning for this work day , making sure we would be on time, Dad never liked being late.
About an hour later, we pulled into the rail yard a slight breeze was blowing and a glimpse of the Sun could be seen over the horizon making for a gorgeous sun rise.
Dad was going to be helping some other men from the company load a box car with Hickory wood.
The wood they were loading shipped by rail to the Fayette R. Plumb Co.in Philadelphia Pa. which made axe handles.
I was too young to be Idling about by myself, so Dad had me sit in the car while they worked.
Several times during the day, trains came by puffing clouds of steam from their stacks and blowing their whistle.
Stopping for a little while at a near by water and coal station to replenish their fuel supply .
I was simply amazed at the activity and was fascinated to be watching Dad and the men load the box car.
By noon I was getting pretty hungry, so we ate our lunch Mother had packed into a lard bucket earlier that morning, the lunch consisted of a couple pork chop sandwich's made with biscuits.
Around 6 pm that evening, the box car was finally loaded, and we headed home, on our way, we talked about the marvelous day I had gotten to share with Dad.
I'm amazed I can still recall that beautiful day.
It was a day I shall always treasure, Thanks Dad for leaving a father son memory that has endured the many years of time.
Until next time, God Bless.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Sputnik 1 was the first artificial Earth satellite.
The Soviet Union launched it into Earth orbit on October 4th 1957.
I was 18 years old when that happened.
Our family watched the night skies after the launch , to get a glimpse of sputnik as it passed over head.
Many of our neighbors, said its launching was sure to bring change to our world, little did they know just how much.
Today almost every nation has its fleet of satellites circling the globe, for weather, military, and communication reasons.
Everything from cell phones, to GPS systems rely on satellites to function and provide us with the modern communications systems we have today.
America joined the Soviets in outer space exploration in 1961.
Launching space capsules with astronauts of their own.
And soon a joint venture was made between them to build a space station.
American ships and helicopters were used to recover the astronauts space capsules which parachuted into the sea.
I often thought as I watched those scenes on our Black and white television, how much like God the operation was.
How that God hovers over the entire world, seeking to pluck from sin those who are in danger of drowning in it.
He tosses out a line to all who are in trouble, some will grab on to His line and be saved, while others will ignore the line, believing they are not in any danger.
Tragically they are lost, not because God rejected them, but because they rejected His offer, to rescue them.
Been a long time since I gazed the starry nights to view Sputnik and a long way back to when I was rescued from sin by God.
Today as I rewind the clock to the launch of Sputnik and when I got saved I'm most grateful to have been a part of these two great events.
Until Next, God Bless.