Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Moonshine a high-spirited drink of Southerners

Moonshine, also known as ...white lightning... hooch... mountain dew... and a slew of other quite colorful names, including ...corn squeezin’s.

 Is a most sought after drink by a lot of Southern men, who get a hankering for some of it, from time to time.

Being illegal in; Southeastern Kentucky to make or sell, you either had to make it yourself illegal, or buy some from a boot-leggier illegal, to obtain any. 

Grandpa (Cap) Parman loved his squeezin's, and most of the time, he had a little stash hid around somewhere.

Where Granny Parman and the rest of the family couldn't  find it .

Caps private stash was for himself; Cap maintained he was a tee-totaler, when it came to... drinking moonshine... he  maintained he, never took a drink of the stuff, unless he was by himself or with someone.

And for the most part , I think that was a true saying from Cap.

I know little bit about the smell of moonshine myself. And I also know the taste. And, oh yes, the jolt. I once drank some back when I was young  with Cap and Dad.

Cautiously sipping the rim of the Mason jar they handed me, I recoiled like a snake had gotten a stranglehold on my lips when the clear liquid hit my tongue.

 “When you absorb a deep swig of it, you have all the sensations of having swallowed a lighted kerosene lamp.”

That sip of illegal “mountain dew” slipped into my stomach and hammered through my blood stream to my brain.

I  felt  dizzy and nauseated ; for some time from it , I told them both after I got settled down a bit, they could keep their  corn squeezin's, I didn't want any part of that stuff.

Guess I'm not Southern, when it comes to  moonshine  if drinking that high-spirited drink is what it takes to be Southern I'm definitely not Southern.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by,  Coleman

Monday, May 30, 2016

Possum Trot Church

Possum Trot church was what you would envision if you were told to imagine a country church — white, wooden, and with a roof coming to a point on the top.

 Inside were wooden floors and wooden pews, the place smelling like old wood and old Bibles.

 Behind the pulpit hung a board where someone had tallied weekly attendance and offerings.

 The congregation , made up mostly of grandmothers,  grandfathers, and a few young people met  there to worship, when they had services.

Possum Trot  Church was located on top of  a  hill in the Laurel River and  Campground  community of Laurel county Kentucky .

In the 1940’s, most church restrooms were still outhouse, including Possum Trot's.

But that was no big deal for people living in that era.

They didn't miss something they'd never had.

I was about grown before we got plumbing and a inside Potty for our home.

Dad and Mother took us to Possum Trot for a week-end revival one time.

We filled up one of the small pews ,on the Friday night we attended.

The preacher proclaimed in his message; "We were all born sinners, and needed to repent ,or we would face gloom and  doom in the days ahead if we didn't."

Needless to say he didn't get to many "Amen's" on the subject but  everyone enjoyed his  preaching.

Possum Troy Church has been established  for a number of years  as, part of the Laurel River and Campground community .

Much could be written I suppose about  Possum Trot's, quaint little Church and those early congregations, like the one  we worshiped with .

Perhaps one day someone will write about the Churches history, its Legion, and how it got its unusual name.

I hope so,and that they will share it; with the rest of the world.

I can attest; to the friendly people there, and the warm reception we received on our visit .

They treated you like family, and that made Possum Trot special to me.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditation by, Coleman

Friday, May 20, 2016

Time Spent With Cap

Slowly (Cap)  George Parman my grandpa, filled his pipe from a stash of  home grown tobacco he'd saved from last years crop.

Sitting down in a straight back chair near me, he reached into his front pocket took out a match ,and  lit the pipe.

As he lit it  ,you could see, a halo of smoke encircle his head , as he puffed steadily to get the tobacco burning.

After a few deep puffs, Cap leaned back in his chair and began telling  me about his favorite baseball team, the New York Yankees.

 Yogi Berra and Mickey Mantel were two of his  favorite players.

You could  tell  right away by listening to him, he was a loyal fan  of  the Yankees  and that he loved how the team played baseball .

 Cap offen  attended local baseball games to satisfy his interest in the sport.

He told me about one time he went to a local game, the umpires were late showing up .

The team managers  knew  Cap pretty well  and asked, if he would umpire the game for them,  or at least until the umps arrived.

Being the gentlemen Cap was,  he agreed to help out.

 When the game was ready to start , each  of the managers   approached him, and suggested if there were any doubts in the game, the doubts should go in their favor.

Cap told me; he looked them both in the eye and said; fellows if I call this baseball game   "There ain't going to be any doubts." its going to be one way or the other.

Fortunately for all I guess, before the game started; The umps did show up and Cap wasn't needed .

What a privileged to have spent some time with  Grandpa.

 Getting to hear about his favorite baseball team  the New York Yankees . 

And to learn of his  honest strategy of how to umpire a baseball game without any favoritism .

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditations by,    Coleman                         

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Whose Dog Was It ?

Its been said by some,  "Coon hunting's a sport" like few others to men of the South.

Dad fit right in with that saying, he loved to scour the hills and bottom lands near our home, for good places to hunt.

He carried himself a kerosene lantern to light the way thru the woods.

A flashlight in his pocket  to spot a coon when the dogs treed one .

Often... when he'd take a coon... the hide would get displayed on the side of the smokehouse for awhile.

 And eating the meat from the coon became a novelty ;since coons were  scarce and so was food during the depression.

Occasionally a neighbor would go along for the hunt , and  bragging rights were sure to get started when that happened.

Of whose dog ,would tree the first coon, or who's dog was the most disciplined ,as to what they would chase.

Once I remember the dogs treeing something in a hollow  tree.

We couldn't tell what it was , so we chopped the tree down .

You never heard such bragging going on as to whose dog actually led the pack in treeing the coon.

When the chopped down tree yielded its secret  and we found out what was inside, it turned out to be a red fox.

That ended all the bragging  rights of whose dog was the most disciplined coon dog,  since all their dogs had suddenly became fox hounds.

Everyone was stumped as to what to call them after that.

Whose dog was it that converted the coonhounds into foxhounds, is still an unsolved mystery, as far as I know

Our family lived about as far back in the hills as you could go ,and our lives reflected that way of life in many ways.

 To a lot of people; the sport of coon hunting might be offensive  and  a boring thing to do.

 But for dad and the neighbors who went with him, it was   "A way of life", like no other".

Hearing their dogs bark with excitement in a coon case, or maybe a fox  chase, was sweet music to the ear, a sound,  some people say Southern men, still hold dear to their hearts  even today.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditation by,   Coleman

Monday, May 9, 2016


In the 1950’s, Levi’s became popular with young people. It was the symbol of the teenage rebel in TV shows and movies.

Elvis Presley, James Dean, and Marlon Brando sported them, they became desirable in the 1950s and kind of associated with rock and roll and pop music.

Like most of the kids my age I just had to have a pair, I remember going to E.C. Porters store in London, Kentucky to make my purchase.

Why did kids  love Levi jeans you ask? Let me count the ways-The capital "E’ on the red tab The brown leather patch.

The incredible leg-twist that you get on a pair of sanforized jeans.

 The Arcuate stitching or "double arcs" on the back pockets- which happens to be one of the oldest apparel trademarks still in use today.

After purchasing my Levi's I picked out a couple ringer T-shirts to go with them.

I had now become a certified teenage rebel, joining all the young folks in our generation imitating Elvis Presley, James Dean, and Marlon Brando.

As I look back on that generation; we wanted  un-faded jeans with a belt and with out holes in them .

Todays generation;  like their jeans faded with holes in them, and with no belt.

Wearing them way below the hips and barely able to  keep them from falling down as they walk.

What a difference a generation makes in our choices  of jeans and the way we wear them.

Until Next time.  God Bless.

My Meditation by,  Coleman

Tuesday, May 3, 2016


Loneliness for mother was a blessing, when it came her way she would  channel it into some of the best  meditations and writings ever .

People usually don't want to admit  when they are lonely, and its a subject never really addressed  much between friends and family.

But for mother when she felt lonely, she would steal away to herself somewhere and spend quite time with God.

And began to look at the beautiful garden of love  He had placed her in.

 Writing things down on paper while she pondered them in her mind.

A  Bob White calling for its mate during  a refreshing rain .

Star's, lighting up the sky on a moonlet night .

Walking through a meadow, with daisy's swaying to the tune of a gentle breeze .

Didn't matter to mother she could find beauty  everywhere.

To Southerners,  like our mother Loneliness' was kind of  like  a Hobby you might say.

 Whether mother was looking for the wonders of nature .

Or making the best  blackberry  cobblers pies known to man .

Seeing dad off to work.

Saying good-bye to the kids on their way to school.

Or talking to you in person .

Mother found beauty in things, most others for-get to look for.

Seems she had learned  how to be content in what ever state of life,  she found herself to be in .

Mother knew  that  loneliness didn't have to be a hindrance to your life .

 It could actually be a time to enjoy your life and  share that joy with  others.

Mother was a super mom,  she taught us  how to find beauty where ever we went ,and enjoy what ever we were  doing.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by,   Coleman