Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Begining of Autumn

I always liked to hold on to the crisp refreshing air of early fall in Kentucky.

Mornings from the cooler nights in August,often
brought dense fogs .


By mid morning  though, the fogs would lift and the rest of the day would be just gorgeous. 

I often wished I could hoard some of those last of summer days away somewhere.

So that in the dead  part of winter, I might take one out and enjoy it all over again.

  The beginning of Fall was a special time of year on the farm, one of the task that came with it at our house was, saving  some seeds from the years crops, to plant the next year.

Dad would let the beans dry on the plant, and we'd save as many as he figured we needed for next year's crop

He would pick out the biggest  most perfect tomatoes.


 Scrape out the seeds from them, place the seeds on a white cloth, to dry in the sun. 

 Later when they were dry, he would put them in a jar, for storage .

And he would save seeds from  the melons, pumpkins,cushaws, corn, and so forth.

After the seeds were save...  the tobacco cut...the potatoes dug... and the corn gathered...it was time to start cutting fire wood, and stove wood for the winter .

Wood cutting lasted until we had enough  to keep us warm for the winter.

If dad  was fortunate enough to have money to buy coal, we didn't have to cut as much

November was a time to grade the tobacco, and get it ready for market, and do the Hog butchering for our winter meat.

By now it was usually turning cold , and we'd see flocks of Geese flying over head, going south  on their way for winter.

The beginning of Autumn in Kentucky, brings back a lot of good memories for me,  memories of family life on the farm when I was younger.


Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Flour Sacks


"Repair, reuse, make do, and don't throw anything away" was a common motto at our home during the Depression days of the 1940's.


 Very few families had enough money to buy new clothes at a store.

Mother mended our socks and sewed patches over the holes in our clothes.

Clothes were "recycled" and reused as younger children "made do" with hand-me-downs from other family members.

When  Dad brought home sacks of flour or livestock feed,  Mother used the sacks to sew everything from girls' dresses to boys' shirts from them.

Our favorite brand of flour was... Courtesy flour...it came in printed sacks and mother saved them all .

Besides being coveted for the beautiful printed designs , the flour was some of the best you could buy .

 Home made biscuits made form it was a testimony of its goodness.

And mothers black-berry dumplings were  simply amazing.


I always said,when you ate a dish of her black-berry dumplings, you had to pat your foot while eating them to contain yourself,  because they were that good.

Providing the dress's the shirts and all the good eating , Courtesy Flour was  certainly a big hit  with our family.

 It  also was a great  help, in us getting through the Depression and  us having decent cloths to wear to school.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell




Tuesday, September 15, 2015

JFG Coffee

Breakfast started early at our house when I was a kid, It started out with daddy  building a fire in the cook stove.

 Mother measuring out some JFG coffee for the coffee pot.

 Using an  aluminum percolator,  dad bought for her  birthday.

The percolator was a welcomed relief over the pot she'd been using .

Mother loved the new pot ,and made hundreds of cups of coffee in it before giving it up for an electric one.

As soon as the stove was hot  enough, she placed the pot on one of the burner plates, to heat up.

Didn't take it long to start perking,  and its aroma  began   radiating through out the house.

The soothing JFG smell would wake up the soundest of  sleepers my Grandpa Cap always said.

As soon as I would get a whiff of it in my bed room, I knew breakfast was in the making..

When breakfast was ready mother would call us to come eat.

I remember her pouring daddy a cup first, then  pouring  herself one and then she'd pour some of the coffee in a saucer, cooling it with her breath, then drinking it.

Drinking coffee that way, was a bit unusual I reckon, compared to the way most people drink it.

She would  dunk a biscuit in it sometimes and eat the "soaky" biscuit.

We just had a special mother in more ways than one, and drinking her coffee the way she did,  was one of the special things I remember about her.

I tried her way a few times, but preferred mine in the cup .

I think she was the only one of us who liked coffee that way.


JFG Coffee was Founded in 1919, and, had for their slogan.

"JFG Special Coffee. The Best Part of the Meal."

For our family I'd have to say that  pretty much summed up the way we felt about it too.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Cracker Jacks

The Cracker Jack candy treat has been around for a long time, and even in my own lifetime ( some 76 years) not much has changed to its long standing, and its  popularity among kids.

  The  box still has the familiar sailor boy saluting us with his trusty dog .

Best I remember, their names were Sailor Jack and Bingo.

Kids today, even with the wide variety of candy treats available to them, still like and enjoy opening a box of Cracker Jacks, and looking for the prize inside.

They were  popular when I was a kid.

I got my first box in my stocking, on Christmas Eve.

Along with the Cracker Jacks,  was an apple, orange, a pack of Juicy Fruit gum and a package of corn candy.


Not sure how Santa came up with this combination.

The Cracker Jacks drew my attention .

I opened them and began eating; they were delicious, I formed a liking for them right away.

My prize was a little red car made out of metal, I was so proud to get it.

I kept the little car for several years, before finally losing it.

Bet you have some Cracker Jack stories of your own, to share ,seems like most everyone does.

Until next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell