Tuesday, July 28, 2015


My first sprint into entrepreneurship happened when I was in 5th grade.
A catalog from the American Seed Company came to our mail box.

I had seen their add in the "Grit" news paper before, but hadn't answered it.

In my younger days, I loved  getting mail and reading  the Grit news paper, they were my link to the outside world.

The ad in the Seed catalog caught my eye right away, it offered an opportunity to sell garden and flower seeds, to your neighbors and friends and make some money for yourself.

I had zero experience at doing that kind of thing, but decided if I could make some money at doing it  I'd be brave and give it a try.

 You could ordered as many packages of seeds  as you wanted  and the Company would mail them out to you .

The price was ten cents a package.

 As a sales person for the Seed Co. you were allowed to keep one third of the total sales, as a commission for yourself.

That sounded pretty good to me, and just the opportunity I'd been looking for.

Upon receiving my order, I was thrilled and  excited at the same time to be officially  in business for myself.

Right away I hit the road as, Laurel County's, American Seed Company representative.

After some intense sales effort and several miles of walking, I finally sold the last of my sixty package order.

"Whew" I was glad to see that last one sold. 

My Grandpa Schell bought the last twenty packages.

Paying me with a $2.00 bill,  I had never seen  a $2.00 bill before, let along hold one in my hand.

It felt pretty good having that $2.00 bill in my pocket .

When it was time for me to send the money back to the Seed Company, I kept the $2.00 bill as my commission.

And boy I hung on to that thing for a long time.

  But eventually did brake down and spend it... kind of... wish ...That I had kept it since it was given to me by Grandpa.

 Safe to say selling Seeds wasn't;  one of my better endeavors.

 I just didn't  seem to have the gift of gab and the  knack of selling things,  something all a good salesman pocess .  

Until next time, God bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

A Tangy Treat

I like Rhubarb; Rhubarb is a plant some folks like, and  some don't.

Sounds a little weird liking something with such a tangy tarty taste, doesn't it ?

 Weird or not that's the other side of me I suppose.

Rhubarb is somewhat easy to grow...you can grow it about anywhere ... in the garden... back yard... beside the house... anywhere there is good soil and sun light .

Early spring... before new growth starts... is the best time to transplant it.... if you want to start you some. 

You can't harvest Rhubarb stalks, during the first growing season though.

The plant needs to become established, or it want do much good for you.

During the second year of growth... when the stalks became established... and they  turn greenish  red... reaching heights of 12 to 16 inches... you know it's time for Rhubarb pie.

 Rhubarb never seems to lose its tarty taste  even when its cooked,  so to make it a little less tarty some folks mixed it with strawberries,  or some other berries.

 But even when you do that, it still keeps its  tangy taste .

Those of you who are with me on liking Rhubarb, guess what  we're probably way down on the lower end of the  scale, but who cares aye.

Mother just plain spoiled me, with the Rhubarb pies, she baked for our family when I was younger and growing up .

 Thanks Mom for  your gifted way of changing something tangy and  tarty, into something delicious,  I  would never have believed it was possible.

 But you were our special and talented Mom and I'm sure that had something to do with it..

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

4 Leaf Clover

The four-leaf clover is an uncommon variation of the common, three-leaved clover abundant in Kentucky and many other states.

According to ole folks legion, such leaves bring good luck to their finders.

Mother used to help us look for them in early summer.

To find a four-leaf clover, she would have us looking in  patch's of white clover, or red clover.

The trick to that endeavor was walking barefooted; which we usually were at that time, through the clover blooms with out stepping on a honey bee.

If such an unfortunate thing did happen, it could change your luck from good to bad instantly.

And believe me that happened to me, more than once.

I 've heard  its estimated  there are approximately 10,000 three-leaf clovers for every four-leaf clover.

With the high odds against finding a 4 leaf clover and  the low odds of stepping on a honey bee.

It was a risky adventure, but we usually managed to defy the odds and  find at least one.

Don't know if you have ever tried finding 4 leaf clovers.

It can be a fun family thing to do with your family... our family certainly enjoyed looking for them with Mother.

 It was a skill she taught us, we never for-got.

 Mother was good at picking out little things like four leaf clover hunting that went unnoticed by most folks.

 For us children looking for them, took on a special meaning when we did it with her.

If we were fortunate enough to find one, we usually put it in a book of some kind, between the pages for a while, that would help preserve it.

 During our childhood we found and  saved  quite a few of them.

 Some  lasted in their preserved stage for many years.

 And the memories of mother helping us find them much longer. 

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell


Wednesday, July 8, 2015

A years lost wages

Back in the 1940's 50's 60's Tobacco was a popular cash crop for a lot of Kentuckians.

Including our family, we raised our first crop in the 50's, we partnered up with Grandpa Cap Parman in doing it.

He let us use his land and furnished the fertilizer for the tobacco, we furnished the sweat and labor , and we split the profits when it was sold.

We took the Tobacco  to the London Warehouse after it was graded. and put it on the market for auction in late November.

The three major Tobacco Company's at that time were  were "Brown & Williams"  "Lorillard Tobacco Co." "R.J. Reynolds Tobacco Co.

The warehouse used an auctioneer to conduct the bidding, and the Tobacco was sold to the Company with the highest bid.

  That was unless you felt the pricing  wasn't fair.

In that case you could pull your crop off the floor and re- enter it for sale at a later date.

Fortunately for us we got a good price the first time around, and excepted the bid.

For the amount of Tobacco we grew we received twenty four hundred dollars,  twelve hundred for our 50%.

That was a lot of money to have in a hump sum, I remember dad put it in his wallet and placed it in the pocket of his Big Ben Overalls for safe keeping.

Most of the money was owed to  merchants we had traded with for the year.

For some reason that afternoon Dad decided to return the  borrowed Tobacco sticks he used in harvesting the Tobacco, to uncle Coy, via our team of horses and wagon.

Mother and us kids went along to help.

We didn't get home until after dark, Dad checked for the money in his Big Bens and discovered it wasn't there, we were devastated. 

The whole family set out right away in search of the missing money, back tracking  every step of our journey that we had taken.

About a half mile into the search the wallet was found .

It was as if God shined a light brighter than the lantern we were using,  to show us where the wallet was laying in the leaves beside the roadway.

What a relief to recover that lost year of wages, and to be able to re- pay our debts, and to take care of our immediate needs.

"A Miracle from God it was for sure." our family was  humbled and blessed by the experience, we knew we wouldn't have found the wallet and money with out His Help.

No one knows to this day how the wallet bounced out of the pocket of Dads Big Ben overalls during the wagon ride,  didn't seem possible to us, but some how it did. 

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell