Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Home Brewing gone astray

In the summer of 1950 Grandpa Cap Parman and my dad went off the narrow pathway for a bit, and decided to make for themselves some home brewed beer, and Elderberry wine.

From their well conceived plans, and much talk about the subject ,you would have been convinced, they knew what they were doing.

At least that's the opinion I formed.

Elderberries were pretty easy to find, for the most part in Kentucky , Elderberries like moist soil, and you’ll find them in ditches, near rivers banks, and other damp ground. 

 We had an abundance of such places near our home, and it wasn't long until we had acquired the berries they needed.

To go with the berries, Dad and Cap  bought other ingredients, needed for the wine making and beer brewing.

The big moment finally came to put their idea to the test.

As the home brewing and wine making got underway, everything seemed to be going as planned.

Even during the bottling stage  it all went well, they were elated.

A few days went by before the  fermenting stage was complete.

Then one morning, we heard  from the shed behind our home ,the sound of bottles breaking, it was as if someone was doing target practice on the bottles.

When it was over, not a single bottle remained unbroken, Grandpa Cap and dad were, speechless.

We never knew if it might of, have had something to with the secret prayers of Mother and Granny parman against their Idea, that brought  about the disaster .

 What ever the reason,  Cap and Dad never tried their home brewing  and wine making Idea again after that as far as I know.

 Also as far as I know, no one ever got a taste of their Home Brewing skills.

Maybe it was a good thing, it happened the way it did.

 They might have gotten hooked on the beer wine making Idea, and had way more troubles, than Mother and Granny's prayers, later on in life.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell


Wednesday, June 24, 2015

A Labor Of Love

When our father was 56 he had a massive stroke that pretty much debilitated him, in fact it was so severe, the Doctors didn't give him much of a chance getting over it. 

Neighbors and friends gathered around with our family in his hospital room, asking God to spare his life and to heal his body.

Miraculously our prayers were answered, dad pulled through the stroke and lived several more years.

Wasn't easy for him in the beginning, but he was a man of strong conviction and we knew he wouldn't give up easy.

During all this he came up with a therapy program of his own, that astonished us all, and worked wonders for him.

Some of us thought the program to be possible but for the most part not much likely that he would ever be able to complete it.

The bold plan of therapy he chose was to force himself each day to get up and go out to the garage and work.

Work on building a bed for each one of us children and a bed, dresser and cedar chest for Momma.

Such a unselfish ambition that left us all speechless.

Once the therapy started it seemed there was no turning back.

Each day seemed to bring more strength and healing than the previous, Dad put every ounce of will power he had into this project. 

Day by day this went on until he completed his work,and eleven beautiful beds were built plus the dresser and chest for Mother.

By the time this amazing accomplishment was finished he had for the most part gained back  his strength lost to the stroke and was able to get around pretty well.

 We were all so proud of him for the hard work he put into his project, and we certainly was over whelmed when he presented to each of us a bed.

As I sleep in my cedar bed today its impossible not to feel the labor of love he put into it .

And also feel the grace of God that was with him each step of the way, while he was building it. 

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman  Schell




Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Unforgetable Fishing Trip

Uncle Elvin  Weaver, Cap Parman, Dad, myself and Cousin Rodney.

Went on a camping trip, to the Narrows located on the Rockcastle River, near London, KY.

Its called, the Narrows because the Rockcastle river narrows to just a few feet wide there,  forcing the river to follow a narrow path through the boulders and rocky walls to its level below.

We physically packed our camping gear in to camp, because this place wasn't accessible by automobile .

It was mid evening when we reached our destination.

 Everyone had developed fishing fever by now, and could hardly wait  to get started fishing at the narrows.

 Rodney and I  began baiting our hooks, as soon as we arrived.

Cap came over where we were doing the baiting, and started telling us one of his  fish story's.

One of his  more notable ones I might say at that.

 Rodney and I  listened intently  while Cap was telling us his story.

 Cap said he heard fishing at the narrows was good, in fact it was so good.

When you fished there you had to hid behind  a tree to bait your hook, so the fish wouldn't get your bait before you had time to put it on the hook.

The story sounded  fishy to us but we gave Cap the benefit of doubt, since we had never been there before..

The fish did bite good while we were there, and we did catch a bunch of them, that part of his story was true at least.

 But no one reported any problem with bait thieves.

We  all had such a good time on that trip.

Cap kept us laughing with his fish stories, jokes and good humor .

Dad and Elvin did the cooking for us, the food they cooked  tasted so good eating it around our camp fire.

This camping trip turned out to be one of the best week-end fishing trips I can ever remember spending with my family.

Would love to do this one,  all over again.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

Coleman Schell




Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Union Baptist



  As a small lad I attended church with my family, in the Union community, our little Church was called "Union Baptist " located on the Cane Creek Black Water road. 

We walked a mile or so to the church, no cars and transportation available to us like we have today.

We attended  service once a month  as our Pastor shepherded  three other  small churches in the surrounding communities, and needed to  shared the other Sundays with them. 

 Services a little different back then than  they are in  church's  today,  the message the pastor preached hasn't changed though. 

 On a hill far away  stood an ole rugged cross where Christ died for  the sins of the world.

 He's still the Savior of the whole world today, no matter what church you attend or how you get there.

His love for the people of the world will never change, His will for each one is to be saved, and filled with His Holy spirit.

 Also His will for each of us  is to share His love with our family's ,our friends, and our love ones.

 I love this poem about God's will for our lives.


Just to be tender, just to be true,
Just to be glad the whole day through, 
Just to be merciful, just to be mild,
Just to be trustful as a child,
Just to be gentle and kind and sweet,
Just to be helpful with willing feet,
Just to let love be our daily key,
That is God's will for you and me.
Unknown poet;

Does this sound like His will for you ? It can be if you are willing to let Him use your life.

Time's have changed, people have changed, Church's have changed,  all since I was growing up, but God's will changes not.

 The same yesterday, today, and for ever.

Until next time,  God Bless. 


Coleman Schell