Monday, August 31, 2015

A Willow Tooth Brush

Wow we have come a long way with Dentistry.

My first tooth brush was made from a willow tree branch.

The process  went something like this, you took the branch and frayed one end of it with a knife until it was flexible like a tooth brush is today.

Then you were ready to dip the frayed part of the branch into some baking Soda, and begin your brushing.

Pretty crud, but when you had no tooth brush  and no tooth paste at all, it beat the heck out of nothing.

I was twenty years old before seeing my first Dentist  and started caring for my teeth the way we do today.

Its a wonder any of us had any teeth left by twenty, but some how, the diet we grew up on didn't promote tooth decay like the diets a lot of us have today.

Fortunately for me, most of my teeth were fixable at twenty, and I still have them today.

Wasn't so for  Mother and Dad, and their generation  they struggled for years with teeth problems before getting any help.

So if you have beautiful teeth today "Thank God for them" and thank Him for modern day Dentistry.

 My advice to you is, take advantage of all the good Dentistry today, and keep your teeth as long as you can.

The Willow tooth brush was helpful in my day, but no match for the wonderful tooth brushes and Dental care  available to us today.

Until next Time. God Bless.

Coleman Schell  

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

A Whopping amount of change

Since the start of my schooling in the 1940's I have witnessed a whopping amount of change.

I've come from and era of walking a mile or so to school, to an era where parents drive their children to school or, they are picked up by bus.

The school buildings have changed;  from one room,    heated with wood and coal.

  To multi-rooms  today using high efficient gas furnaces and air conditioning. 

 Teaching methods have changed; the ones we used in the 40's are pretty much gone.

Teachers have changed .

Text books have changed .

Almost nothing remains of the 1940's teaching principles  and methods I grew up with.

 Such as having good manners, respecting your elders, helping others---- reciting a Bible verse before class and , pledging allegiance to our flag .

 So much change.

After diligent thought to this and some 76 years of practicing the things I learned from my schooling.

I must confess I'm a bit uncertain where we are going with today's teaching.

 Hopefully everything will work out for the best , and my concerns want be warranted.

 The Bible tells us; all things happen in our lives for a reason .

I'm probably a bit ole fashion,  defending  my generations teaching the way I do.

  The  education era I came through , in my opinion, was an era that brought America to its finest hour.

Hopefully the generation of today, will be able to say the same about theirs.

Until next time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Close to Christ

A young man from Ireland, Joseph Scriven  (1820-1886).

Was deeply in love with his girl friend and they had made plans to be married.

The night before their wedding she was drowned in a tragic accident.

For months Joseph was bitter and in utter despair.

At last he turned to Christ for help.

In the grace of Christ he found peace and comfort.

Out of this tragic experience he wrote the familiar and well known hymn that has brought consolation to untold multitudes  of aching hearts.

"What A Friend We Have In Jesus / All our sins and grief to bear ! "

Some times our way in life bask in the sunlight.

It was much like that for Joseph Scriven as he approached his wedding day.

 But like him, we may find for ourselves  that the path ahead leads through the dark shadows of loss, disappointment and sorrow.

Yet like for Scriven even sorrows turn to blessings when they make us less attached to the world and more attached to God.

It is at those times more than ever we find that Jesus truly is our friend-----"All our sins and griefs to bear !"

I too like Joseph Scriven have walked through the dark shadows of loss, disappointment and sorrow in my life.
When we lost our son to Leukemia at the age of 21, was such a time, I must say that was a sorrow and dark shadow like none I'd ever been through.

And like Joseph Scriven  I  too  turned to Christ for  help when the grief was to much to bear .

What a Friend He has been to me over the years He will be your friend  also, if you ask Him to.

Psalms 46:1
God is our refuge and strength, an ever present help in trouble.

Until next time,  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, August 11, 2015


Young people have always had to make choices for themselves, wasn't any different when I was growing up.

One of the choices I made when I was about fifteen years of age, was one that has had long lasting influence on my life, that choice was whether to smoke or not to smoke.

And how that all came about was quite unusual, Dad had smoked as far back as I could remember.

 And I kind of grew up around smokers.

I noticed the cough he developed from the  smoking, and wondered why anyone would want to do something that made them cough.

Never the less as I watched him cough and snap the Prince Albert lid open  from the tobacco can and roll his cigarettes .

I realized their must be something  more compelling going on .

 I wondered if I was missing  out on something by not smoking.

 Lots of other people seemed to enjoy smoking.

So one day I asked dad if I could roll a cigarette and try smoking it, to find out for myself.

To my surprise he didn't object.

After I rolled the cigarette, and struck a match to light it, I wondered what it was going to feel like, inhaling the smoke and blowing smoke rings from it, like I'd seen others do.

On my very first puff of smoke from the cigarette I got strangled and started coughing, My eyes started to water, and I  lost my breath for a short time, and I started feeling sick to my stomach.

 After I settled down with my breathing, and the stomach cleared a bit. I said to dad I don't think smoking is for me, and  handed him the cigarette.

Because dad allowed me the opportunity to try smoking .

It became an easy choice for me,  of whether to smoke or not to smoke.

For others I know the answer isn't that easy, Thanks dad for helping your son with this one.

 I've appreciated it much over the years.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Saturday, August 1, 2015

A most unusual Cattle Drive

Brother James And I were talking the other day about  cattle driving.

 And how for the most part,  it is none existent  today. 

The story I'm sharing with you  today happened back when the both of us were youngsters , and involved  our Uncle Coy and Dad.

Uncle Coy and Dad it seems decided pricing for livestock in London, Kentucky was a bit to low for them to sell their stock  there.

And since they were in need of immediate and   maximum  cash.

The Idea came to them to take their live stock to Richmond KY.

They heard from some of the neighbors pricing was a lot better there.

They rounded up some 10 head of cattle, five sheep, two goats, ten chickens, two turkeys, one ole goose... and  a  Mule and a chuck wagon... and started their cattle drive.

They hadn't gone far into the drive when they  discovered...   keeping the livestock  and poultry  together... and all  them moving in the same direction.

Wasn't a easy task .

After three grueling days and some lost sleep, they finally arrived in Richmond.

 Checking in at the market their spirits were dampened.

They learned pricing for live stock and poultry wasn't any better there, than it was at London.

Reluctantly they cashed in.

  A long the way home they were trying hard to for-get about the cattle driving, the low pricing, and all the hard work  they had put into the drive.

 From the way this story ended.

James and I think Uncle Coy and Dad  might have given the Richmond market their live stock.

 If it meant they had to go through driving it all back home again .

Guess the ole saying is still true,  the grass isn't always greener on the other side the fence, or even in the next town.

 Seemed to be that way for Dad and Uncle Coy .

Thanks brother James,  I enjoyed our conversation about the days gone by, and for the laughs  we shared,  and for the  rehashing of this story.

For sure, I'd about lost this one in the ole memory bank.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell