Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Jacks



Jacks a, easy-to-learn game according to my sisters.

I tried playing it a few times, but couldn't get the hang of it, seems I wasn't coordinated  enough, or something.

If you were one of those able to play Jacks .

It could be played indoors or outdoors.

 And could be played in groups, pairs, or solo.

 All you needed was a small bouncy ball and a set of jacks.


The Jacks were six-pronged metal pieces. The number of jacks you needed depended on which variation of the game you were playing.

The simplest games  required just five, while more complicated ones could involve up to fifteen.

 Mother bought the girls a Jacks  set  for helping her  around the house when they were young.

The  set;  best I remember had 10 metal Jacks.

 A hard wood floor was best for the ball to bounce on...  inside...outdoors... a wooden or concrete porch worked well.

How do you play jacks?

Scatter the Jacks in front of you.


 Bounce the ball... before it bounces  again... catch the ball... with ball in hand pick up one Jack... transfer it to the other hand.

  Do this until all Jacks are in hand this is called "onesies." 

  Doing this all the way thru "Tensies."   without missing.
  you won yourself a game. "WOW." was that easy or not ?

I could never get thru "onesies."

For those who can play Jacks well... reckon its like my sisters said... an  easy game .

But as for me, I must yield to the greater talent on this one.


Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditations By,     Coleman




Monday, March 21, 2016

Turnip Greens


There's nothing better than turnip greens with pinto  beans, cornbread and a slice of onion.

 Late in the summer dad would sow a patch of Turnips, and every fall we looked forward to our first mess of greens ."

Turnip greens belong to the same family as mustard greens,  and collard greens, you could add and mix them together if you liked.

After  Picking and cleaning the greens, they went into a pot for cooking.

Mother didn't need a recipe for cooking greens, she had been cooking them since she was a young bride.

The first step was washing the greens good — a time-consuming task, but well worth the trouble.

Washing them was to remove any dirt and grit from the leaves.

After that, she'd cut off and discard tough stems and any discolored leaves.

Adding some  salt,   precooked pork,  or ham hock to the greens.

She'd let them  cook  for about 20 minutes on low heat, and simmer for another 30 minutes.

What seems like a lot of greens at the beginning, cooks down to pretty much nothing by this time.

Ounce per ounce, turnip greens are one of the healthiest foods you can eat, according to Health experts .

 If you're lucky enough to have some kinfolks still living  in the south,   you might be offered a plate of turnip greens when you visit them during the fall of the year.

A long possibly with some, pinto beans, a sliced onion, cornbread, and maybe a piece of homemade apple pie if you are really, really, lucky.

Southern style cooking, by Southern style cooks equals Southern style food, simply delicious and hard to match  anywhere  else you may go .

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by,  Coleman 







Tuesday, March 15, 2016

The News



Before modern day news casting came on the scene, news traveled at a much slower pace, and  more often than not, by route of the printing press.

My grand parents George and Carrie Parman, were avid readers of the news, News Papers offered the best way to stay informed in their day .

The papers they enjoyed  reading most was , "The Sentinel-Echo" of London,Kentucky and the "Courier Journal" they subscribed to  from Louisville Kentucky.

Between the two papers, they could tell you pretty much what was going on locally,  in the state,  and around the world.

In fact ,many people sought them  out, for their opinions on news issues.

Frank Bentley, Superintendent of Bush High school for many years ,conferred with my Grandfather George,  quite often  about things ,pertaining to education and social matters in his district.

 Many others, a long with myself  enjoyed their wisdom of the news.

I recall a story from "The Courier Journal" grandpa  told me about once, of a family from  the Louisville area, Who had four sons serving in the Army  simultaneously, during World war ll.

I thought that was such a rare event for a family to have four sons serving in the same branch of the military at the same time.

Such story's as these, made you feel good about their devotion to reading.

My grandparents were great readers, I'm pretty sure if they were with us today, they would say to all of us, don't for get to keep your reading skills up to power.

 Even though you have T.V. and all the modern day communicational means today available to you, reading something in print, leaves an impression like none other on your mind.

 At least that's the impression I got  from them both, when I sought their professional opinion of a matter my self.

Until next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditation by,  Coleman

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Farriston


 Farriston Kentucky was home to one of the few Roller rinks in our area.

Friday  and Saturday nights, it would be packed with young people .

Being a teenager, I'd been hearing about the excitement going on at Farriston  for awhile, just hadn't  checked it out .

 My good friend Bill Hubbard, made skating sound like so much fun.

 And had been after me for a while to go skating with him, finally one Friday night, I decided to go .

 Before we left ,I reminded Bill that I was the most unusual candidate,  you would ever find for skating.

No problem, I'll have you skating in no time.

Feeling a little bit brave, and somewhat terrified at that thought,  I couldn't help but wonder if he was right or wrong .

Arriving at the rink.

A recording of Buddy Holly was playing "That'll Be The Day", teenagers on the floor  skating and enjoying themselves, looked like a lot of fun.

 I rented myself a pair of skates and joined the party, wasn't long until I was trying  desperately to figure out how you stand up with skates on.

Bill and  some of the others, tried holding me up, but it was pretty much useless.

 After numerous failed attempts and almost getting ran over by other skaters, I decided to sit out for awhile . 

Following the rest I managed to stand on my own feet by myself, and make it around the rink with out any help.

 A good thing it was that Bill had  confidence in me.

 For if it hadn't been for his persistent effort.

I'm  pretty sure I would never have learned to skate, and enjoy skating ."At Farriston Roller Rink."  in good ole Farriston town  U.S.A.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditation by,  Coleman

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Jack Elkins



Jack Elkins was a  good neighbor of ours when we lived in our little two room house in Laurel County Kentucky, Jack was pretty good at Molasses making.

Dad & Jack often helped each other,  doing things around home,  so it wasn't any wonder  neighbor Jack was the one, dad chose to help with our Molasses making.

 Molasses making  took preparation, for those of you who have never made molasses or seen it made,  here's how the procedure  worked.

First the leaves must be “stripped” from the cane stalk while it is still standing in the field.

Then it must be cut and hauled to the “boiling” site.

 There the tops (seed pods) must be cut off and the stalks are then run through a cane mill.

 On the top of this cane mill was attached a long pole equipped with a mechanism for hooking a horse to its end. The horse would walk around in a circle turning the pole which was turning the rollers.

 This squeezes the juice from the stalk. Before the juice can be placed in the large “boiler pan” it must be strained through clean white cloths.

Once the juice is strained, it’s placed in the “boiler pan” and a fire is built beneath it.

 The juice must be brought to a boil and maintained at boiling temperature for several hours. This requires plenty of firewood and manpower.

When the molasses are almost ready to pour into the storage containers, you can take a short piece of cane stalk, sop it in the boiling foam for a tasty treat we called "Joe foam ."

Up at day break, in the crisp morning air, Dad and Jacks working day begin.

 Sometimes lasting till way past dark.

 10 gallon lard cans were what we used to  store the molasses in.

 Sometime we would have some left over cornbread we could eat with the sopping's. O! to relive the great moments we had with neighbor Jack Elkins making molasses.

Until next time.  God Bless.

My Meditation by, Coleman