Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Alberta Peaches

Alberta peaches holds their own as being some of the most delicious and tasteful,  peaches ever grown in the south.

Notorious for their sweet, succulent fruit with a tell-tale blush covering of their skin when they are perfectly ripe.

They are known to thrive in at least 28 states and are  favored by growers due to their vigorous growth, steady production of fruit, and compact size.

Ripening dates beginning in June and ending in mid-September.

Unfortunately London Kentucky wasn't one of the places they thrived in.

I remember the first time we got a taste of the Alberta peach was when some peddlers from Georgia came by.

They had two bushels left on their truck, and were getting ready to head home, they told dad they would make him a good deal if he would buy them .

The peaches looked and smelled so good; dad couldn't resist  he bought both bushels ,seems like they let him have them for two dollars .

I couldn't wait to peel one of those peaches for myself and sample it, didn't take long for me to decide  we had some of the best peaches I'd ever eaten.

I thought we'd have to peel the whole two bushels by hand,  but mother had a better Idea.

She says we're not going to peel them by hand; that's way too much work.

Instead, we're going to use a trick that works with many fruits and vegetables with skins on them (like tomatoes);  we'll just dip the fruit in boiling water for a few seconds.

You know what it worked like a charm their skins came  right off , and they were very easy to peel after that.

Mother sliced them into halves cooked them for awhile until  they became syrupy, and then she filled up 36 quarts of the best peaches you ever ate, and had enough left over for a peach cobbler pie.

That we had for dinner, needless to say we eat good that night.

Even today when I shop for peaches I look for the Alberta peach if I can find them that's how much I still enjoyed those first ones mother fixed for us back then.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by,   Coleman

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Pass The Cough Syrup

The Louisville and Nashville Railroad operated freight and passenger services in southeastern Kentucky, for many years  .

You could  hear them traveling the rail-ways day and night, thru London the little town near our home.

 Many  of the locomotives were steam-powered at the time , and some of them had even favored coal as their engines' fuel source,...since wood-burning models had been found unsatisfactory.

It was interesting,  hearing the trains  go by.

Hearing their lonesome sound from the steam whistle .

I had never ridden on a train at the time,  I had no idea what that was like, But my Grandpa (Cap) Parman had, and he was gracious enough to share one of his experiences with me.

Seems Grandpa wanted to go visit a good friend of his in Corbin Kentucky, and decided to take the train.

Guess the coach was pretty full and seating was limited, but Grandpa squeezed in between a couple old timers.

Cap said they hadn't been on the way very long when he developed a cough, and reached into his front pocket for  a bottle of Whiskey that he had brought along, just in case some thing like that happened.

After taking a couple of good swigs from the bottle the cough seemed to go away and he put it back in his pocket.

 Wasn't long after that;  the fellows sitting by him started coughing and asked if they might have a little nip of his cough medicine .

From those two fellows getting a cough (Cap) said he never heard anything like it....  pretty soon the whole coach was coughing... and his bottle of Whisky (Cough Syrup) was gone in no time.

 Grandpa's advice  for himself and others who might  go on a train ride (was), always be prepared, you  never know when.

 A coughing spell may break out and you could well be the only one aboard able to provide a solution . 

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by,  Coleman

Monday, July 11, 2016

White Butter

Many times I wonder about our culture and where it is going.

 Head long into the future so fast it is nearly impossible to keep pace with  all the technology we have these days .

  In this modern world I see the vast majority of people have lost touch with the low tech skills of not that long ago.

Most everyone I know is very adept on the computer and I stare at it in amazement and appreciation (and I can barley turn one on myself. 

One thing I notice about the young generation and their majesty of our new world Is hardly any of them know how to make butter anymore, like our generation did.

It tickles me when I tell young folks we had white butter when I was growing up.

They say you're kidding me; never heard of, or seen white butter.

Most all them have grown up in the city where  their butter comes from the stores.

The same young folks will ask this question, what did we put in it to make it white?”

I tell them the cow has the answer to that question.

It is the cow's butterfat which controls the color.

The difference is when you use one cow's butterfat ,verses mixing it together with other cow's butterfat as modern dairy procedures' do today.

So if you want you some  white butter you have to work it out with the cow.

And if she is really good to you, you will have  yourself some white butter  and the best butter milk on the planet.

Jersey cows often produce a higher percentage of white butter than most other cattle.

Until next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditations by, Coleman

Wednesday, July 6, 2016


During the 1950's going to the drive-in movies was a fun thing to do.

You didn't mind the hot weather that came with summer months,  because usually after the sun went down it wouldn't be that hot.

 RONNIE DRIVE -IN - THEATER  Lily Kentucky was a favorite place to hang out in the 50's for my generation.

By-the-carload" pricing was definitely a plus in making that possible, since most of the time on Saturday night it was ONE DOLLAR for as many as you could get in the car .

You talk about squeezing them in, we were pro's at that.

I think one time we had about 10 people in our car.

Didn't matter how we done it; cause once we were in, we had things figured out.

A blanket or two provided  adequate seating for those who wanted to sit out by the car, or in front of it, to catch the summer breeze.

 If it was warm and humid  and you chose to sit in the car, you might have to keep the doors open a bit, to get cool anyway.

 So sitting out side had benefits to it (except if it rained.)

The first four or five rows  of the theater were filled with cars with families that had kids, so they could be close to the rest rooms and snack bar.

 The younger couples were the ones who always parked in the back rows, where it was darker, and didn’t watch much of the movie.

sometimes we'd sneak in a few snacks with us,  to save money at the snack bar.

 At a dollar a carload,  where would  you ever  find any cheaper  entertainment than that?

Watching a  full length movie, plus cartoons on Saturday night at Ronnie's Drive IN Theater was a bargain .

Drive-In-Theaters became poplar during the 1950's  springing up through out much of the Country.

Over the years most of them  have closed, yielding to bigger and better walk Ins.

 Our famous Ronnie's Drive-In-Theater in Lily Kentucky was one of them.

 Even if you could find a Drive-In-Theater  open anywhere today.

Don't think you would find deals like the one we had at Ronnie's anymore.

  Our generation was a privileged generation I must say  to have gotten to, pioneer Drive-In-Theaters in Southeastern Kentucky.

And to think while we were doing it we had so much fun,( doesn' get much better than that.)

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by,  Coleman