Thursday, February 25, 2016

Tuttles Country Store

Out of necessity, country stores, or general stores, got their start.

While every store was different, there were similarities among many, including a front that was decorated by tin signs advertising... tobacco... cigars... soft drinks...hardware...and more.

Molly & Oak Tuttle's Country Store wasn't any different.

Tuttle's store was located at the end of Rocky Branch Road, near Campground in Laurel Co. Kentucky.

When you entered Tuttle's Country store, you were met with dim lighting, a long counter running along one side the wall.

A heating stove in the middle of the room for heating, a couple chairs and a coal bucket sitting around it.

And side walls lined with shelves, drawers, and bins.

That were stocked with items such as, lanterns, pails, ropes. Produce, nuts, beans, flour, salt, baking powder, baking soda.

Shelves not only contained foot stuffs, but, also fabric and sewing notions, household items, soaps, medicines, spices, dishes, cartridges and shells.

A little bit of everything for the household.

Molly and Oak were two of the most friendly people you would ever meet.

I never for-got the both of them, they made you feel welcome, when you were in the store.

Oak had a speech impairment ,and stuttered pretty badly, but you had to love him for the tireless effort he made trying to expressing himself, the best way he could.  

There are few places, that can offer pleasant memories among old timers, like that of the Country Store.

Many of us remember the shopping trips we made there, for penny candies,  and  a chance at  hearing the old-timers tell their stories, while sitting around a  pot belly stove during  wintertime.

Or maybe watching  a game of checkers, on the porch in summer .

Until Next Time. God Bless.

My Meditations by, Coleman

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

The Happy Pappy Gang

Mid November was time of the year for farmers who  grew tobacco in Laurel Co. Kentucky, to take their crops to market.

Dad always tried to get his tobacco ready for the market as soon as possible, so he could get a job  working at the warehouse.

The work was seasonal and only lasted until the farmers got their crops to market.

Working at the warehouse involved receiving the tobacco from the farmers, and shipping it out to the tobacco company's that bought it. 

One year dad got me on with him,  and that turned out to be quite an experience.

Some of dads friends were working there also, in fact we pooled together with them riding to work.

There was... Bill Cheek... Willie Mullins... Chig Wagers... Clyde Brown...myself and Dad... riding in one car.

There didn't seem to be any end to the fun we all had riding together, and working together  Chig called our bunch "The Happy Pappy Gang."

And you would have had to work with them to understand why.

Willie found out Dad was super ticklish  under his arms, and that got a whole new thing going, in fact it was the main theme of the day.

After Willie the rest picked up on it, what they liked most about tickling dad under the arms, was that when they did it, dad would  sling his arms around and hit who ever was standing near him.

 After finding that out, they always made sure someone was standing by dad  when they did it.

It was comical to watch the Happy pappy gang at work, it about ruined poor dad though, he tried to stay away from them as much as he could  and work with others he didn't know that well. 

But at the end of the day when it was time to go home, they were all still good buddies .

Dads ribs are probably still sore today, after working with "The Happy Pappy Gang."

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditations by,   Coleman

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Fireside Stories

Fireplaces; built from stones gathered from  the fields and nearby streams.

Served as a good place ,for family story telling, and events of the day.

 When our family was young, mother shared nursery Rhymes with us, and  short stories she had memorized .

Sometimes  she would  read  to us from books she'd  managed to save over the years.

Mothers only light for reading, was the light of the fireplace, and our kerosene lamp.

Us children would huddle around the glowing embers of the fire.

 Where often the embers were hard to see, because of the ashes surrounding them.

When the weather would be windy and cold outside, the wind  sometimes drifted down the open chimney.

Smoke would fill the room ,and it would take a while for it to clear up.

The smell from the smoke and fumes of the kerosene lamp, lingered in the house for long periods of time.

Most of the time, we didn't pay it no attention, but occasionally,  it was difficult to fall a sleep, when we went to bed .

Life wasn't easy by any means back in them days, but our family had love and  some exciting times.

 Listening attentively, to Mother's fireside story's.

 In our little two room house, with a fireplace made of field stones ,  walls papered with Sears Roebuck catalog pages, and windows  fitted with curtains made of flour sacks.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by, Coleman

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

A Failed Attempt

When my grandfather (Cap) Parman (Cap) being his nickname reached retirement age, he went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security benefits.

Grandpa had worked  most of his life, farming and had paid into the system all those years.

For some reason Social Security couldn't verify the numbers of years he had been working . 

And needed more proof, before they could process his claim.

Grandpa left the office some what  confused, as to why they were needing more information, and a little irritated that he had spent most of the day at the office for nothing.

Upon returning home he was at a loss of what to do, then he happened to think of, John Sherman Cooper who was Senator of Kentucky at that time.

He sat down and wrote Cooper a letter explaining what had happened at the Social Security office.

A couple weeks later he received a letter back from Senator Cooper, informing  him what he was to do next.

In the letter Senator Cooper told Grandpa he was to do absolutely  nothing, the Social Security office would take care of every thing. 

In fact he said they will come out to your home to process the claim.

Grandpa was impressed with that news.

A couple days later Social Security showed up at his home.

Grandpa said you never heard such apologizing from two people in all your life, when they got there. 

They said Mr. Parman we are so sorry to have given you such a hassle at the office.

We are prepared to make it up to you by expediting your Social Security claim, you will get your first check next week.

Grandpa wrote Senator Cooper back and thanked him for his help, saying how pleased he was, at how fast things got straighten out, with his help.

This was a failed attempt for Grandpa, that had positive results, once the right people got involved .

Until Next time.  God Bless.

My Meditations by,  Coleman