Friday, May 29, 2015

Cumberland falls

Highway US 25 from Corbin Kentucky, leads to the scenic  and beautiful Cumberland Falls. 

 My first trip to the falls  took place in the 1940's.  

 Uncle Grover Brock took our family and some of our neighbors, in his 1936 Chevrolet farm truck.

 Grover had recently built racks on the back of his truck to transport stock.

In todays standards, Grover 's driving skills probably wouldn't have qualified him for a drivers license .

 Hauling that many people in the back of a  pick-up truck un-secured; definitely would be a no, no, in todays world. 

 Some people said, Grover was perhaps the only driver they knew , that could drive and rabbit hunt at the same time.

And from what I remember of his driving I'd probably have to say they were pretty close to being right.

 I said a little prayer for Grover in case the brakes might fail or something should go wrong as we descended  the steep grade to the falls .

Gearing the motor down and using the  brakes that squealed a lot, Grover made it into the parking lot O.K.

From there we could see the ferry  taking a couple of cars across the river to the other side .
Always wished we could have gone across on the ferry.

The thundering waters rushing over the rims  65 feet drop to the water below, drew our attention.

And we hastened to check it out.

Spending the  day at the falls and the park was a special treat for our family and our neighbors.

Some years later I learned Cumberland Falls is one of only two places in the world ,where a moon bow can actually  be seen at night when the full moon is shinning.

Course we didn't get to stay and see that on our trip, but later when I was older I did get to go back and see the marvelous view

If you've never been to Cumberland falls, its a place you may want to put on your list of places to visit.

The park and facilities have changed somewhat over the years, but the falls is still the same.

And you might want to check out the moon bow while you are there also.

Sorry Grover isn't around anymore to take you, but I know he would be willing  to, if he were.


Until next time, God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Monday, May 25, 2015

Sharing Wisdom

 Now in my seventy's I reflect back on wise  spiritual leadership, from those who  had a positive  impact on my life.

In the Bible we observed some of the ways spiritual leaders can help us grow.

They encourage us--- they build solid spiritual structures into our lives---and they have a listening ear... when we hurt.

King Solomon wisely observed some of their ways
In Ecclesiastes 12:11  When he pinned these words.

The words of the wise are like goads, and the words of scholars are well-driven nails, given by one shepherd. 

My father taught me how to have high standards of honesty, discipline, and self respect.

My mother instilled into my life the beauty of love, and  having a humble heart.

My Pastor taught  and demonstrated to me the blessing of helping others.

Three great people... each one building on what the other had done.

  The wisdom they each gave has been a tremendous blessing  over the years.

And to this day I've never proven either one of them wrong.

The well-driven nails of wisdom they used, have, stood the test of time.

Until next time,  God Bless.

Coleman Schell 

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Time In The Military

Two days after my 9th birthday, dad volunteered for the Army.

Catching the bus from Corbin Kentucky to Fort Knox .

The family said good bye to him ,before his leaving with uncle Grover Brock to catch the bus.

Seems he had been wrestling with this matter for some time, and finally decided to do it.

It was a week or so later before we got a letter from him saying he had been inducted.

 He wrote  about how much he was missing home.

And that military life was much different than what he expected.

 His serial number was  written on the first page.

 Mother read the letter out loud to us,  and as she did I   wrote the number down on the wall next to my bed.

And memorized it for some reason.

The  time dad served in the Military was short .

He was Honorably discharged on November the 3rd of 1948.

Whether he served 3 months or 3 years  the fact that dad wanted to serve our country, and gave it his best effort.

 Made him a mighty warrior to us. 

Thanks  dad for the time you served in the Army and your unwavering  devotion to raising your family, I still remember your serial number.

You were, a good father to us, much better at that,  I suppose than being a good soldier for the Army.

Until Next Time,  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, May 12, 2015


Driving down the road in the 40's and 50's in our neck of the woods you might have spied a scarecrow  here and there in the Gardens near by a old farm house.

And thought to your self " what  the heck is that thing "?

Gardening was an important part of survival on the farm in those days and you had to do what you could to protect your garden from outside predators.

Crows attacking your corn and beans was one of those predators.

The crows, seeing the young plant poke through the dirt, fly down, pull the plant from the ground and eat the seed, leaving the plant to die on top of the soil.

 Erecting scarecrows near the garden, was one of the things that worked pretty well in keeping them at bay.

If you didn't do something you would have to replant your corn and beans. 

Some times as many as two or three times before getting the crop to grow past seedling stage.

The Scarecrow looked something like the floppy limbed character we all know from the Wizard of Oz.

  Nothing short of the frequent use of the musket  and the explosion of gun powder strikes  terror into crows.

If a dead one is placed near the scarecrow, it will for a long time prevent them from alighting on the adjacent grounds.

And spare your corn and beans from their mischievous behavior.

So if you're driving down the road today and see a scarecrow near a farm house.

Good chance you can say its an ole timer Posting... His Beware Crows... "No Trespassing sign"... for his garden .

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell


Monday, May 4, 2015

Spring Time In Kentucky

I remember the first signs of spring in the hollers of Southeastern Kentucky, were the sweet melody of frogs hollering in the creeks near by.

Redbuds, Dogwoods (Easter Lilies) blooming were good indicators spring was on the way,  and with their blooming, came the dreaded "Winters"  associated with them.

There was Redbud winter, Dogwood winter, Blackberry winter, whipperwill winter and probably some I've forgotten.

Every Gardner knew about these winters and planted their gardening accordingly, since each one brought with it the possibility of frost.

But the one sure sign of Spring that I paid the most attention to, was when it got warm enough to shed your shoes and go barefooted, you knew spring had arrived.

Most of the time my shoes had all but worn out by that time anyway,  and I was pretty much going barefooted whether I wanted to or not .

As the shoes came off.

A  good foot race was sure to happen,  with anyone willing to challenge.

Wouldn't dare going barefooted anymore.

I can barely walk on the carpet my feet are so  tender

Been awhile since I celebrated Springtime in Kentucky, but I'm betting those Redbuds and Dogwoods and (Easter Lilies) still bloom as beautiful as ever.

And that  those dreaded Winters" associated with them are still happening just as they did back then.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell