Friday, December 30, 2016


Our Uncle Eugene Parman went off to war to serve our Country during World War II.

 The war had been going on in Europe ,since some time in the late 30's.

And the war was threatening to spread from Europe to England,

American soldiers started arriving in Britain around 1942, as the U.S. got involved

Uncle Gene "as we all called him", was amongst the soldiers, stationed there .

While  being stationed in Britain, Uncle Gene met the love of his life,   Betty Smith.

You might say; first came love, then came marriage, then came life in a strange new land, for Betty.

To satisfy the love they had for each other.

 When it came time for Uncle Gene to end his duty there and come back to the States .

 Betty chose to say farewell to everything familiar in her life, and to start a new one with Uncle Gene in the U.S. 

They arrived in London, Kentucky Uncle Genes hometown in 1946.

I remember, Mother visiting with them, and how sweet  she thought Betty was.

And that was the consensus everyone else seemed to have of Betty after meeting her .

Betty spoke with a fluent British accent ,I could listen to her talk for hours and never once get bored.

After a short stay in Kentucky they decided on Indiana for a place to call home, they lived there until Uncle Genes retirement.
 When I think of the two of them today, I think of what an impact  they've had on so many lives .

They stuck together like glue , when you saw one of them you saw the both of them.

Mother told me, my middle name was chosen from Uncle Eugene's.

Uncle Gene  and his War-bride Betty were certainly
good  roll models, and  a great example for anyone to follow.

 Demonstrating it "for instance' by raising  a wonderful family that's picking up the torch after their deaths, and are busy carrying on their legacy . 

What a blessing it has been to have known Uncle Gene and Betty and their family, they touched my life... and many others... in so many ways .

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by,  Coleman

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Missing teeth and New Year's Eve

Missing teeth and New Year's Eve, a combination I want for get for awhile.

This story  happened  to me when I was around five or six years old.

I was missing my front teeth terribly bad, I had recently lost.

I started talking less and less about that time of my life and wishing my teeth would grow back in soon, in fact soon couldn't be  soon enough for me.

Sitting around the fireplace with Mother and dad and my sisters, on a cold blistery New Years Eve.

Mother was teaching us children how to make a Jacobs ladder using a piece of string.

I declare it looked easy when she did it, and she could do it fast, my sisters picked up on the instructions right away and they made it look easy also; but when I started trying to make one for myself.

Not so for me it was frustrating to say the least, I must have started and stopped my attempt twenty times or more before I finally managed to complete a Jacobs ladder.

String games can be fun and challenging I found out and  they can test your patience.

For us kids the string games offered something to do on a long wintery night , and it helped me   for- get my teeth were missing for awhile that night.

Don't know if children still do the string games anymore or not; I never see anyone doing them .

Since T.V. and electricity hadn't come our way yet in the 1940's, bed time for our family was around 8pm, I was still trying to master my Jacobs Ladder thing when that time arrived.

Family policy was the last one in bed had to blow out the lamp and stoke up the fire, I barley made it with out being last.

Being last wasn't  all that bad though, since the fireplace was still burning bright and gave out a lot of light for you to see how to get in bed.

Missing your teeth when you are young is an inconvenient thing for sure, and about the same when you get older.

I've experienced  both of those worlds in my life time and so far have made it through both of them .

May God ponder upon you His Marvelous Blessings, and give you Health, Wealth, Peace, and Happiness during the coming year.


Until Next Time.    God Bless.

My Meditations By,  Coleman

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

A Simple Old Fashion Christmas

The simple Christmas traditions of the South convey timeless sentiments of the season for me.

Although money was in short supply for our family when I was growing up, the ever-practical Southern ways of life... allowed  people like my family to find ways to make Christmas meaningful.

Gift giving by families in our day were minimal.

A toy animal whittled out of wood was a special surprise in a sock or stocking.

The more common gifts might be  an orange, an apple, a few nuts to crack and a peppermint candy stick in your stocking.

 Hung by your bed side in hopes of seeing Old Santa Clause as He filled it.

Decorations made with, bittersweet and holly, were strung across the mantel of the fireplace.

Christmas trees would be laced with popcorn, paper chains, and candy canes.  Scraps of cloth, and cotton made the tree look like it had snow on it .

Simple foods were served for Christmas. Cornbread and biscuits, smoked ham and vegetables made up a traditional Christmas dinner.

Candy, nuts and oranges were treats loved by us kids, as well as the older folks.

A special dessert might be a fruitcake .

I still like my simple old fashion Christmases.... some traditions... are just too good to ignore.

Christmas is a magical time of the year. It tends to bring back happy memories of family gatherings.

Give and receive love this Christmas season and you will surely have a joyous Christmas .

Best wishes to you and  your family for a Merry Christmas .

May the Christmas Spirit  spread cheer through out your lives, as well as the ones you love, during this magical Holy time of the year!

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by,    Coleman

Wednesday, December 14, 2016


My first attempt at a construction project.

Happened when I was about six years old,  I got the idea to build a home for the little  wren birds that  kept coming back from migration to our home in Kentucky each year .

 I took a liking to these little birds, and wanted to help them out.

The wrens had been building their nest on our front  porch for awhile.

Pondering the thought of my project .

One morning while mother was cooking breakfast for us,   the idea came to me, why not  use the empty oat-meal  box she discarded from oat-meal making for a bird house .

 I set to work figuring out  how I might do that, seemed all I needed to do was  cut a hole in the side of the box, for the wrens to squeeze through, and  they'd  have  themselves a tidy little home.

Wasn't sure if that idea would be satisfactory  with the Wrens or not.

I  fastened the oat meal box to one of the post on our porch, put the lid back on  and waited for the wrens to respond.

To my surprise they liked it rather well, and moved in  right away

Even when no help is available or proper housing is  found, these little birds seem to find a way to build themselves a nest.

Their nesting and feeding habits are easily observed if you are a bird watcher, they tend to be somewhat tolerant of humans.

These tireless little birds, are in constant search for insects, which can be a real asset to a gardener.

I was pleased I found a way to put mother's discarded oat meal box to use that morning as I watched the Wrens using it that year.

I still love watching these little birds, when I get a chance, they remind me so much of the time I built  that first bird house  for them and how happy I was watching them use it.

Sad to say: from what I see today, these little wrens are becoming extinct, I hardly ever see them anymore.

My brother Darrell says he still has some that come to his home every year, I hope they find away to survive.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditations by,  Coleman

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Poor but Proud

Just about everyone in our community was poor when I was growing up.

So we didn't notice being poor much more than anyone else did.

If it hadn't been for Mother and dad living on a farm and growing a good portion of what we ate, we probably would have starved.

The farm we lived on, was a life saver it provided most of what we needed.

Our domestic animals and  the wild game  we came up with ,supplied us with meat for our diet.

Dad always tried to have some chickens on the farm to provide us with eggs.

 Occasionally he would  take a pullet or two from the flock, so that Mother could fix a hardy mess of chicken and dumplings  .

By the way that: still is one of my favorite dishes she made .

 Fruits and berries, were  plentiful, and we took advantage of that by canning as many, as we could .

We learned how do with what we had, that's the way we lived; it wasn't easy or pretty some times.

Occasionally dad would take, some extra eggs, cream, or butter to market and sell that for a little extra cash.

 A few of our neighbors hunted Ginseng, and sold it for extra cash ,   but in the area we lived in for some reason, Ginseng was pretty scarce.

I often think how close we came to not making it during the 40's.

We lagged behind the rest of the country by years in most things.

We were poor, but  we were still proud, we didn't believe in asking for help unless it was a total emergency.

We shared what little we had with our neighbors and kin folks.

Dad often shared a mess of fresh meat, when he butchered a hog.

 He'd give a helping of vegetables from the garden  during summer months when some one needed something .

As I look back on those days, I'm convinced , God blessed our family in ways that were nothing short of miraculous .

Dad and Mother raised 10  of us children on so very little, compared to todays standards.

What they made for a year, would probably be less than what most folks make for a day in wages today.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Time Changes things

 For many of the small businesses' in London, and Corbin, Kentucky.

Time had been on their side for many years allowing them to have a steady flow of travelers from the North to the South.

Traveling through on US Highway 25 that was like main street for many of the smaller towns.

Many of the travelers stopping for eating and shopping a long the way.

 Making it an ideal situation for business opportunity  along its route.

After Inter-State I-75 came through  the region in 1956.

It dealt a blow to many of the merchants that depended on it, for their main livelihood   including  Colonel Harland Sanders famous fried Chicken Business in Corbin Kentucky.

Sanders’ restaurant was now out of sight from passing by travelers.

For him and others in  the Corbin and London area,the number of customers decreased dramatically.

And they had to take measures to offset the financial  loss, that had come their way.

Many of them didn't think they would survive the ordeal .

But things worked out for the better for most all of them .

If you  were to visit these two same little cities today .

You would say the changes that occurred in 1956, actually put Corbin and London on the map, and  helped launch some of the businesses to levels they never imagined.

Such as the Colonel Sanders  restaurant business for example which went on to become one of the most famous and wealthiest  in the world .

 Many  of the merchants are doing way better today than they did back then .

Change can be awkward  and some times hard to manage.

 For Corbin And London, time and change brought a lot of good, to its people and to their towns.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by, Coleman

Monday, November 21, 2016

Family Tradition

In my family, family traditions were far and few between.

But we did have one that we always tied to keep, and that one was rabbit hunting.

Rabbit season usually started in Kentucky in early November and lasted until the last of the year.

Some of our favorite places to hunt, were in the bottom lands and hills of Laurel County.

Some times the going got pretty rough in those places  due to briar tickets and swamp lands, but that's where our Scouts came in.

Two black and tan beagles, and a couple mix breed dogs we called sooners.

They could maneuver through the places we dared not go with ease.

When they'd jump a rabbit you never heard such yelping and yodeling in all your life.

Dad said that was one of the things he enjoyed most about our traditional hunts was listening to those dogs chase a rabbit.

Often we'd have five or more hunters, depending on how many Uncles and neighbors showed up .

We tried to end our hunt by noon since Mother and my Sisters usually had Thanksgiving dinner ready by then and we didn't want to miss that .

If we finished our hunt early enough we'd dress some of the rabbits and Mother would fry them and make some rabbit gravy ...(which was a big hit with all.)

How we got the Hunting tradition started I really don't know, but until I was grown we did our best to keep it going.

Thanksgiving is a blessing in disguise. With your friends and family near this year, make this day as special as you can and thank them with your heart. Happy Thanksgiving!

Until Next Time.     God Bless.

My Meditations,     Coleman Schell

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Refreshing spring water

Cool fresh spring water flowed from under Neath the Rocky Branch road near my Uncle Tip and Grover Brocks home in Laurel County Kentucky .

Traveling the road on my way to and from school, I often stopped for a  gourd full of refreshing water .

 The water from the spring was way to cold to drink straight down, so you had to sip it from the gourd, other wise it would actually hurt your teeth, when you drank it .

The water was so good many others like myself passing by , would  stop and get themselves a drink of the crystal clear water,using the same  gourd fashioned from Uncle Tipp's home grown supply  .

The  community gourd  always hang from a nail on the side of an oak tree near the spring, for all to see when they stopped .

 There were several other oak trees near the spring,  providing a cool surrounding, and a good  place, to  shade and rest for a bit during the summer time.

 Uncle Grover had built himself a storage shed near the spring and  from there you could see his black farm truck, that he kept parked there.

Often while at the spring, I'd glance over at the truck and reminisce of the times, I had gotten to take a ride in the back of it to town, with Uncle Grover.

Many years have  come and gone by since those  early days of school ,and stopping by the spring for my cool drinks of water .

When I go back today to visit Uncle Tipp and Grover's old place , not much remains of the way I remember the spring being .

The spring has been capped and no longer  available to get a drink is now being used by Brock relatives... to  pump water into their homes .

The tall oak trees are gone, the shed and truck are gone, about all that remains are the memories, I made while  visiting there, as a youngster.

 I'm glad I got to make those memories while I was  going to school and that they still  remind me of the good cold drinks of water I took from the spring ,so many years ago.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, November 1, 2016


Tater-Knob  one of the higher points of elevation in Laurel County, Kentucky.

Provided a back drop for our home, just down the holler  a bit from it. 

Each morning when the sun came up... The-Knob... reflected its brilliant  rays of  sun-light  up on our home.

 On cloudy days,  clouds hovered over its peak, as if they were attracted to it .

From Tater-Knob, you could see many of the  neighboring farms down below , and on a  real clear day, you might see up to five or more miles in any one direction .

There were other Tater-Knobs in adjoining Counties to Laurel; perhaps  some higher and maybe  even more beautiful .

But  speaking for our local Tater-Knob it was my favorite , I loved going up  there to visit and browse around, when I had  the time.

 Some of my favorite things to do while up there were listening to   the peaceful sounds of the wind as it made its way  thru the  pine trees, and to hear the tingling sounds of cow bells, down in the valley below.

The Knob was  haven to birds, through out  the year.

Many different species called it home.

 Wild grapes grew abundantly there in the fall and Holly trees displayed their bright colors of  green and red  in the winter time giving it a Christmas like atmosphere . 

 Winter green a dark green plant often found on the ground of the knob, had a  Spear-mint chewing gum smell!  and made a refreshing and minty tea!

An abandoned wagon trail... stretched across  the Knob ... providing public access .

The rugged trail was seldom used  , because other roads, offered better and safer modes of travel.

The trail was mostly used by fox hunters, and people like me who loved walking its rugged terrain .

The trail extended  for a mile  or so across the Knob  and  adjoining ridges offering solitude and beauty like no other place I've ever been.

  Some of my fondest childhood memories were formed up there .

And they have remained with me strong in my heart and mind over the years.

I shall always treasure the time I got to spent on Tater-Knob.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by,  Coleman

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Tall Tales

At night our world pretty much closed down, the woods  and fields near by, were lonely and some what  mysterious.

Sometimes late in the evening Grandpa (Cap)Parman would stop by to get  fresh water from our well, and he'd  often unfold some of the dark tall tales of our ancestors, and some that he had heard from others over the years.

Stories of hunting trips, ghost tales and strange occurrence's were amongst  them. 

The ones about "haints" (ghost) and  the such, were some of my favorites.

 Our grandpa (Cap)  was a terrific  story teller, and he enjoyed telling you the scary ones .

Once he told us one: that he'd heard from Matt Durham a local neighbor and friend of his, it was supposed to have taken place in a corn field near an older gentleman's  home.

 Corn had been planted near the home, so the old fellow could keep a eye on it, and  keep the varmints out, as well as the  moonshiners  .

One dark night while walking by his corn patch.

The old gentlemen heard something come right up to him and start eating the big ears of corn from the stalks,  making a crushing sound like nothing he'd  ever heard.

The next day, when it was day light enough for him to see, he went back to check on the damage to the corn  patch ,and maybe  find a foot print or something to let him  know, what had happened. 

To his surprise, no corn  had been  damaged or eaten from the  stalks, or were there any signs of anything ever being in the corn patch .

 Mysterious in nature, and unsolvable by reason was this tall tale  of Matt's according to (Cap); the  only reasonable explanation grandpa(Cap) said was,  in his opinion it must have been a "haint' or (ghost) .

Who could argue with Matt's or Grandpa's opinion on that one, or the opinion of  what the old man heard in his corn patch. 

It was getting close to sundown by the time Grandpa (Cap) finished  telling the story , and left with his buckets of water for home. 


Southern  def., ghost, apparition, lost soul

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by,   Coleman

Monday, October 17, 2016

Dog Patch Zoo

Dog Patch Zoo was located in the community of Flat Lick, Kentucky, some seven miles north of  the city of London.

 The Zoo and The Trading Post was established  there maybe around 1950,and grew to be a well loved stop for travelers, traveling Highway U.S. 25 during the late 50's and early 60's.

 With the creation of Interstate 75, the trading post was relocated to exit 41 of Intestate 75, in London, Kentucky...its current home today.

I remember going to the Dog patch Zoo while it was in Flat Lick, to see a large Alligator they were advertising they had.

I wasn't the only one interested in seeing the Alligator it seems,  shortly after I arrived, a School Bus load of Kids  pulled up.

The kids were having  an enormous amount of fun getting off the bus,and thrilled to be attending the Zoo  it was oblivious by the excitement on their faces.

Arthur Chestnut sort of a vagabond to the area; had appointed himself to be acting director to the Zoo that day.

Arthur was directing traffic to the Alligator site,  seems like he was about as excited as the kids and my self, to be seeing a large real live Alligator up close for the first time .

Since moving to London....  The Dog Patch Trading Post...  became known as... "Dog Patch Barn"... and has been home to some of the most unusual gag gifts and hillbilly tourist tack imaginable .

There are those who embrace "Dog Patches" hillbilly heritage and then there are those who would seek to ignore it.

Guess I'm in the former group I've always enjoyed visiting the Barn to see the latest gifts and gags.

About the Hill-Billy heritage thing, being from Kentucky, I've always heard ,there are just two kinds of people in the world, those who are Hill-Billy's and those who want to be... not sure if this is true... or not.

If you're from Kentucky or adjoining States  you've probably heard this  saying  your self, and by now   have formed an opinion of the matter, one way or the other also.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditations by,   Coleman


Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Paper Doll's

Preston Lee, a entrepreneur in the lumber business   ... owned one of the few saw-mills near our home,  in Southeastern Kentucky, Preston cut house and barn patterns  .

That kind of work  wasn't always steady for Preston, so he relied mostly on farming. for a living.

Dad and Uncle Coy worked for Preston when he had  work .

I remember they'd leave early in the morning and wouldn't get home until  late in the evening.

Mother always packed dad's lunch for him when he worked; a 8 lb. Lard bucket... that she'd saved from lard bought at the store .

Near the end of the day when the sun would be sinking low behind the hills , she'd  get us kids ready and we'd go out to meet them  .

Of course before we went ,we had to gather up our paper doll's and take them along, that we'd cut-out from a Sears Roe-Buck catalog.

The doll's were  pictures of people, with changeable clothes ,shoes, hats and so forth, with tabs on them for fastening them to the dolls .

Our favorite place for waiting on Dad and Uncle Coy , was a wide spot in the road  not far from the mill,  a place where there were lots of little rocks  .

There we built imaginary houses with the rocks for, our doll families . 

Time always went fast, while we were waiting  .

 Seems like before we knew it, Dad and Uncle Coy would come walking down the path, and it would be time to put our doll's away and head home.

Playing  with our  paper doll's and walking home with Dad and Uncle Coy .

Was one of the things I remember best that our family did when I was a young boy, that remains with me today.

Being out numbered, during those trips to meet Dad and Uncle Coy by my sisters, it was pretty much  playing with  paper doll's or else for me .

So Mother and my three sisters adopted me into the girl circle, and I joined in and had a good time, waiting with them for Dad and Uncle Coy, on saw-mill road .

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditation by,  Coleman

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Sunday Morning Gathering

Renfro Valley Gatherin' ( formerly known as Renfro Valley Sunday Morning Gathering ) in Mt. Vernon, Kentucky. Is one of the oldest continually broadcast radio programs in America,

The program first aired in September of 1943.

I attended the Gatherin' in the 1950's for my first time.

The barn style building was home to the Saturday night barn dance, as well as the Sunday Morning Gatherin'.

How different the atmosphere was between the two from a night of  comedy, dancing and celebrating the care-free side of life, to a more sober and spiritual one on Sunday Morning .

 The  Sunday Morning Gatherin' began with an opening hymn (sung by a choir, and accompanied by a parlor organ), the hymn they picked that  day was" I'll BE SOMEWHERE LISTENNG FOR MY NAME."

The opening song was  followed by a listing of listeners' birthdays and anniversaries (limited to those 75 years or older or married for 50 years or longer.

The remainder of the program was themed, with the host John Lair, a great story teller reading short stories and monologues between , old-time gospel songs.

John; was host and founder of the Gatherin' and scheduler  of the guest who appeared on it.

 "The Coon Creek Girls" were a favorite guest  of the program,  they were the first all-girl band to appear on radio from that area .

Today when I drive by this wonderful place called Renfro-Valley... located just off Intestate I-75...In Rockcastle County Kentucky.

 I'm reminded of that first time  I got to visit the Gatherin'.

 And I'm totally convinced, the Renfro-Valley Barn Dance and Sunday Morning Gatherin'  are special events where time does stand still, and memories you form while there, do last you for a life time.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditations by,  Coleman 

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Radio Station WFTG

During my teenage years, radio stations were starting to spring up all around London, Kentucky.

The first radio station we could hear from the Whitley, Knox, Laurel County area, was WCTT, of Corbin,  which began its operation in 1947.

 The station's program listings were pretty much ,bluegrass country and gospel .

 One of the old-time country groups  I remember hearing on the station , was Homer Lee Jackson and his Kentucky Hillbillies. 

Quite a group they were, they could keep you laughing doing their country style music.

Gospel quartets appeared regularly on many of the stations.

London Kentucky got its station in 1955 its call letters were WFTG  The call letters have informally been interpreted as, "Where Fine Tobacco Grows" due to its location in the tobacco trading district of London.

WFTG became Dads favorite radio station.... the station broadcast live local Church Services on Sunday evenings  and that was one thing dad enjoyed listening to.

Once he got interested in a program  it was hard to get him away from his radio,.

If you came by to visit dad on Sunday evenings during his favorite broadcast time, you most likely would be listening to the broadcast with him.

 Since dad didn't attend church regularly on Sunday's , at the time, the broadcast kind of, filled in for his worship time that he missed in Church.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by, Coleman  

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

When T.V. came to our neighborhood

During the early 50's our neighbors Earl & Opal Williams were the first to own a television set in our neighborhood.

They were happy about that, and honored to be the first.

To show their enthusiasm, they invited all of their neighbors and friends including our family to come visit them, and watch their new T.V.

 Our invitation came on a Friday night,  and my  very first view of T.V. was to see 
John Cameron Swayze doing the 6:00 pm news .

John was reporting on what was going on with the war in Korea, and about the out break of  Polio in the U.S.

Also about some big changes for cars being made in America.

 Cars were going to be fitted with automatic transmissions soon he said.

 It would be a big improvement over manual shifting transmissions when that happened.

The commercials  on his broadcast were as  interesting as the news for me, the commercial I remember most,  was one  about Timex watches.

Where he recited the tagline "It takes a licking and keeps on ticking." that line has stuck with me ever since.

A couple years later we got our own T.V.

WATE , Channel 6 from Knoxville Tennessee  became our favorite channel.

The Cas Walker program, was a local country music show hosted by former Knoxville Mayor, Cas Walker.

 Cas owned a chain of grocery stores in Eastern Tennessee, Southwestern Virginia, and Eastern Kentucky.

His show featured Dolly Parton when she was a little girl, way before she became famous.

Our family's introduction to T.V. got started that Friday night, by just  a simple little invitation from Earl & Opal Williams . 

And has brought our family much appreciation  over the years for the new way of life  they introduced us too.

Even when I watch  my T.V. today I'm reminded of Earl & Opal Williams kindness and friendship  they showed to our family that night, so many years ago.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditation by,  Coleman

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Rockcastle River

The Rockcastle River, whose flow forms the border of Rockcastle and Laurel counties, is one of Kentucky's best whitewater streams.

Named for its castle-like rock formations. It is about 60 to 80 feet wide throughout its length.

 And is noted for its native walleye population.

The River takes on many forms during its journey.

A trip down the lower Rockcastle is one of the most adventurous and remote trips into the Appalachian wilderness you can take without hiking maybe the Appalachian trail. 

I first visited the Rockcastle river as a young boy  with  Uncle Clarence Parman Nick-named (TUDD) and his wife Edna who took us there, for a Sunday evening  boat ride.

Uncle (TUDD) had an old friend that lived  near Livingston Kentucky, who  rented out  paddle boats for the river.

Mother and Dad  "Chickened Out On Us" by the time we got there and wasn't about to get into the boat with Uncle (TUDD) and Edna, no matter how much sweet talking  they used .

They  had come strictly for site seeing; and that was sister Fern and I got to go for  our first boat ride... down the splendid  Rockcastle river.

In life jackets that didn't fit us all that well, but did make Mother and Dad feel better, that we had them on.

Uncle(TUDD) did the paddling  for us, as we made our journey down the slow moving waters of the little river,  passing  some of the most beautiful rock formations I 'd ever seen .

For a good while we drifted slowly along on the beautiful scenic river, soaking in its beauty.

 Uncle TUDD pointing out  some of the more notable scenes  along the way. 

 Eventually we made our way back to where we started from, and where we had left Mother and Dad.

By that time they were totally worried about us you could see it on their faces.

Dad from the time we were kids always cautioned us about being in water that was over our heads in depth, until we knew how to swim.

Made sense to Dad I suppose if to no one else.

Don't think he ever changed his view on that one as long as I can remember . 

I'm pretty sure him and mother were totally  relieved that day, when we returned the boat to Uncle TUDD's friend and headed home.

But for the rest of us, we'd had  wonderful time, paddling down the  amazing Rockcastle River enjoying all  the  Appalachian  beauty along the way.

Even though Sister Fern and I hadn't learned how to swim yet.

Until Next Time.  God bless.

My Meditations by,  Coleman




Tuesday, September 6, 2016

London Church Furniture

 My father Veltie Schell worked for  "London Church Furniture ." several years before leaving  because of a Medical Disability.

It was the best paying job he ever had, and one that he enjoyed the most . 

"London Church Furniture" came to London, Kentucky in 1953 and Dad started working for them a short time  later.

The Company manufactured pews and designed furniture for churches, funeral homes, and courthouses,  throughout the eastern United States.

Their quality of work was second to none, and was good enough to be warranted  for 25 years of service.

Dad hired in as general labor, and soon move up, to  foreman  .

 Working from drawings  issued to him and  using his good judgment of lumber , dad was able to amaze   management  with his judgmental skills.

When he was forced to retire after the stroke he was sorely missed.

The supervisor  for London Church Furniture came by, several times while he was recuperating  to check on him , and  personally thank him  for his service with the Company .

Meant a lot to Dad;  because he longed to go back to work at London Church Furniture, but was never able to.

If your Church has pews made of wood and your Church is located in the Eastern part of the United States, good chance Dad and his crew cut the lumber for them .

And most a surely your Church pews, funeral home, or  city's court house furniture, will get  its 25 years of warranted service.

Because of the skillful craftsmanship built into them by the family of workers at "London Church Furniture" .

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by,  Coleman

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Lesbas Post Office

Lesbas post office, was about five miles east of London Kentucky off Hwy 80, its Postmasters were  Henry & Mable Sherman.

Henry was  a good stone mason, and  built himself a home using field stone.

The home was located a long side highway 830 in Lesbas, Kentucky.

Henry selected the stone he used, from the local area  .

When people walked or drove by this marvelous  home they marveled at his craftsmanship, and the homes uniqueness .

Across from the one of a kind home,  Henry built himself  a work shop using the same kind of  field stone.

 Half of this building was later used for the post office.

I remember while still living with mother and dad, going there to the  Post Office  picking up packages, from  Sears and the Montgomery Wards catalog  company for mother.

Mother loved  ordering  from the catalog Companies ,much like women today love going to Penny's or Kohl's shopping.

 And  another thing Mother loved was, writing  letters.

While at the post office , she had me pick her up some postal stamps  .

At that time postage stamps were I think only 3 cents each.

The ones I bought for her were called Liberty stamps ,they had a picture of the Statue Of Liberty on them and written on the stamp were the words, "In God We Trust".

That same stamp today according to collectors unused is worth about ten dollars .

I should have bought a bunch of them that day,  and started myself a collection.

How does that ole saying go?  after thought is much better than fore- thought .

I'm pretty sure that applied to me in this matter.

 The old Lesbas Post Office has been closed  for many years now.

 Henrys master pieces that he erected there in Lesbas  with field  stone  have weathered time, and they are still standing  just as he built them .

In this most beautiful place, Henry & Mable called "Heaven On Earth" and their home for many years.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditation by,  Coleman