Monday, November 30, 2015

A Best Friend



 In grade school Kenneth Sweet was a best friend of mine, the two of us traveled hundreds of miles on his bicycle.

We took turns handle baring each other, so the both of us could ride at the same time.

Most every week we took a trip somewhere in the neighborhood, visiting with friends and  our local store.
 
Going to the store  was a treat, because that's where we could find our favorite soft drink  RC Cola.

When we'd get us one, it never seemed to taste right until  we had a Moon Pie to go with it.

 If we didn't have the moon pie which seldom happened, we'd pour a pack of peanuts into our RC Cola. and drink and eat the peanuts .

 We'd take turns  staying over night with each other.

When I would spend the night with Kenneth, his mother  fixed the best breakfast ever .

 She made fried bologna for us.

 Up until then I had never eaten fried bologna before.

I liked it so well, I must have had a couple helpings.

 When I got home I asked Mother if she could  buy some bologna  and fry it for us.

 When she went to the store she had them sliced her a couple pounds and fried it for our breakfast the next day , the whole family liked it.

 After that, dad started buying us a whole roll of bologna at a time, when he had the money.

 I still love my fried bologna today  as well as a bologna sandwich every now and then. 

Haven't seen Kenneth in a bunch of years, I bet he too  hasn't for gotten our sleep overs and the  good breakfasts we had  together.

Good memories are a blessing.

Philippians 1:3-5                    
I thank my God in all my remembrance of you, always in every prayer of mine for you all making my prayer with joy, because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now.

 The times I spent  with my best friend Kenneth were priceless, and I'm thankful for each one of them.

 
Until next time,  God Bless.


Coleman Schell


Saturday, November 21, 2015

Country Living, Southern Style.



Fall brings an end to summer flowers,  replacing them with Mums, Dahlias, Zinnias.

Bright flaunting colors of autumn appear through out the country side ushering in cooler mornings ,frosty white roofs, and the smell of wood burning from chimneys tops .

This time of the year the kitchen becomes the center of most family life, just as it was when the first pioneer settlers built cabins in the wilderness.

The red-or blue checked tablecloths and curtains, the warmth of a fireplace, the smell of good food cooking, these linger in the memories of generations of country people.

Thanksgiving and Christmas, fried chicken and  home made corn bread, all originate in the kitchen.

As I look back I realize how that friendly warm kitchen knit the family together.

To my way of thinking family rooms have never succeeded in replacing the kitchen, in the hearts and minds of most family's.

When people left home to go up north to find work, you ask any of them what they missed most about being away from the country.

And you will probably hear about... soup beans... corn bread...  sallet greens...  fresh milk... and butter... eggs and country ham... hot biscuits and gravy.

All cooked country style and shared in the  family kitchen.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Aunt Verne and Charlie




In the 1970's I used to visit with my Aunt Verne and Charlie a lot, we had some good times together, once I remember we got on the subject of Daylight saving time, the pros and cons of it, while I was there.

It seems when everyone else set their clocks to comply with the time change, Aunt Verne and Charlie's clocks stayed the same.

I'm not sure when our nation started doing the time change, but I think it was back when Roosevelt was president.

Aunt Verne and Charlie complained about it then, and when I visited with them they hadn't switched their view about it at all.

As long as I knew them they never once apologized for their strong independence on leaving their clocks set the same all year long.

Charlie often pulled out his Waltham pocket watch from the bib of his overall's to check the time.

He said it only had one speed, and why would he want to change that.

Good question I thought to myself, Charlie's reasoning was that the sun came up and went down the same no matter what time you had your clock set too.

Aunt Verne and Charlie were in their late seventy's when I last visited with them.

Charlie said to me at that time; our time is about out, and I plan on keeping my Waltham set the same until that happens, no matter what the rest of the world thinks about it.

The more I've thought about this matter; who knows maybe  Aunt Verne and Charlie had it right, and the rest of us have never caught on.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Renfro Valley "A Place Like No Other"


Renfro Valley

One of my earliest -- and most vivid -- memories of Renfro Valley, Kentucky.

Happened when I first started driving and going  places for myself.


I had always loved country music. I cannot remember a time when I was not aware of it.

Whether it was coming from my car radio while  I was driving, or coming from my uncle's fingers when he played the banjo at family gatherings.

Situated in the Cumberland Mountains of Rockcastle County, Kentucky, Renfro Valley was a sleepy  little farming town until 1939, when John Lair brought it to national prominence

Today, Renfro Valley is the music capital  of Kentucky and  known around the world.

When I went there for my first visit in the 1950'sThe "Sunday Mornin' Gatherin' was popular.

I remember attending  the Gatherin a couple times, as well as the Saturday night barn dance, I thought they both were  good and that they featured the best "Hilly-Billy and gospel music" I'd ever heard.

The Appalachian Harvest Festival, held in early October, is three days of "old timely things."  featuring... round-the-clock music... as well as mule-drawn molasses making... a wagon train... clogging show... craft demonstrations...a turkey shoot...and a popular Country Music Talent Search.

I loved attending Renfro Valley back then and still do today, I have listened to the  Sunday "Mornin Gatherin" for many years on the radio,  Renfro Valley is a place where "Time Stands Still" for me.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Monday, November 2, 2015

Granny Brock Parman



We lived near Granny Brock Parman, my mothers mother, for several years.

Granny was kind of short, I'm guessing maybe less than 5 ft. tall.

Granny's hair was turning grey,  it looked so radiant and beautiful on her.

She was a pretty woman:  some what independent  and one , who knew her own mind.

And didn't seem to care what other people thought of her, she just went about doing her own thing.

 She often told wonderful stories about the pioneer days.

We would sit and not say a word for a long time as we listened to them.

 She wrote and published many of her stories in the sentential-Echo News Paper.

She called her article  "Mediations by Miss Carrie."

It  became a favorite part of the paper  and read by perhaps thousands during the years she published it.

I  liked her meditations so much I borrowed the title to use for my writings,  hope you don't mind Granny.

 I will never be able to write like Granny, as much as I would like too, that part of Granny's life is un matched by anyone.

  A legend in her time, a gifted writer, a good friend to many, were just a few of the  afterbutes,  Granny Brock Parman had . 

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

Coleman Schell