Monday, October 26, 2015


 My life and the lives of  my family was affected by many kinds of superstitions.

There were sayings for just about anything that happened.

When the trees leaves turned underside over, it would soon rain.

Never have your tooth pulled if the signs of the Zodiac are in the head.

 The Farmers Almanac proclaimed certain days  were best  for planting  your root crops .

 May was considered flower days, if you planted cucumbers or squash the first of the month , you would get thousands of blooms but no cucumber's or squash.

 Certain phases of the moon were  better  for planting potatoes than others.

Superstitions on  an even greater degree, had some people afraid to let their children look in a mirror until they were a year old.

It was said if you did it could bring bad luck, or they might even die.

Killing a toad frog accidentally, could cause your cow to give bloody milk.

If you carried a shovel through the house a grave would soon need to be dug.

Being around practices such as these, probably helped me a lot in my later years.

To plan life more on the real world and less on superstitions

Still today I'm reminded of the powerful persuasion and  influence superstitions left on me.

 Such as the one about a black cat crossing your path will cause you bad luck before your journey is over, its hard to let go of some of these saying once they sink in to your mind. 

I still flinch today when a black cat crosses my path.

Strange isn't it, how something as simple as  superstition can control our thinking and behavior if we succumb to it.

Until Next Time.    God Bless

Coleman Schell

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Higher Plans

As a young boy I had my mind pretty much set on being a farmer , that was about all I'd ever  known or done.

Farming seemed more likely  to be my future than anything else.

 Little did I know God was going to take  me in a different direction though, a direction that would lead me into construction and working for Him.

The Bible reveals that God has a plan for every life, and that if we live in fellowship with Him, He will direct and lead us into the fulfillment of this plan.

God doesn't reveal His plans through fortune tellers, astrologers, soothsayers,  and workers of hocus-pocus. His perfect will is reserved to those who have trusted Christ as Savior.

 God wants and longs to show us His will, And He is willing to share it with us when we are redeemed and ready to follow Him.

 He doesn't do this all at once, as many of us would like for Him to do, but  what He does do is give it to us one step at a time .

Jeremiah 29:11

 For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.

His expected end for each of our lives, is much greater than anything we can plan, or put together for ourselves.

I worked 25 years in construction, helping build a lot of beautiful and famous building in the Detroit Mi. area.

 "Ford Field home of the Detroit Lions football team." was the last one I worked on before retirement. I was proud to have gotten to work on such a prestigious  building.

I enjoyed a long and adventurist career, I drive by some of  the buildings I worked on today, and I  marvel as I see them in use years later. 

I retired in 2000 .

I am now doing things a bit more casual; enjoying my family life, writings my meditations, doing medical transportation part time, and sharing the love of God were ever I go .

 Let God's plans for your life supersede your own, and let Him bless you with  divine guidance.

 He really does  know your end much better than you. 

Until next time,  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Shuck Beans

In olden days, families eat what they grew.

Each family had its cornfield and a garden, and they both were important to survival.

In our garden we grew lots of beans, beans were easy to grow and easy to prepare and you could save them for use at a later time.

You could cook them fresh when you picked them from the vine, or they could be canned or dried.

Some of my favorite beans that we grew were...white half runners... the striped cornfield bean...and the Kentucky wonder. 

There were a couple ways for drying beans; dried beans were called Shuck Beans by many .

One  way was to use a big darning needle threaded with heavy duty thread.

The needle was inserted between a couple of the middle beans, you knotted the tread on the end of the string first so the beans wouldn't slip off .

When you had a string that was maybe two to three ft. long you tied it off,  hung it up on the porch, or some place where they would be out of the weather to dry.

The beans would shrivel up and turn a straw color, when  dried.

After they dried you put them in a cloth sack for storage.

The other way, was to break them into bite size pieces, place them on a white cloth in a sunny place to dry for a few days; either way worked well.

A good way to cook shuck beans was to soak them one to two hrs. in water.

Then rinse and put a slab of salt cured bacon in with them and let the cooking begin.

When they were done you had yourself, some shuck beans that tasted like, no other bean you ever ate.

Our gardens feed us, the cornfields feed the animals.

 What a blessing.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Stained Memories

As I look back on my life, I'm impressed with how many memories I have of childhood.

This one happened when I was 10 or 12 years old.

Fall of the year was a good time to go squirrel hunting, Hickory nuts were ripe, and squirrels  loved them.

The ground underneath the trees would be covered with shavings from the squirrels cutting them open to eat.

 If you were clever enough to slip up on them while they were eating , you had a decent chance at bagging one and bringing it home for dinner.

Usually the squirrels spotted you way before you spotted them .

And for that reason most of the time I returned home with my pockets full of hickory nuts instead of any game.

Walnuts, Hazelnuts, and beechnuts grew in the fence rows and fields near our home.

In the fall us kids would take a coffee sack made of burlap, and go hunting for them.

Around the walnut trees the ground would be covered with leaves and walnuts, we'd rake back the leaves with our hands and feet, and fill up our bag .

After gathering them, came the unpleasant task of hulling them. 

I remember how embarrassed we were to go to school afterwards with stains on our hands from the walnut juice.

The stain from the walnuts wouldn't come off with soap and water, you had to wear it off, and that took some time.

No wonder I remember those days, they were days that left stains on my overalls, my hands, and my mind .

But they were good days, and the stains worth it.

Especially when mother served some of her molasses bread, in mid winter, made with walnuts added to it. 

Until Next time.   God bless.

Coleman Schell