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

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Emerging from segregation

Segregation existed in much of the South during the 1950's.

 And was still hanging around in London, Kentucky for some reason  .

At sixteen years of age, I remember going to London to get myself a hair cut.

I wanted one like the rest of the teenage  boys  were wearing....  and  I didn't trust dads  skills...for the task .

Crew cuts... flat tops...or the more rebellious favored "greaser" comb-backs... were famous at the time .

 Teenage girls were wearing ponytails .

A hip hop generation we were, I must say.

I decided on the Flat Top for my new cut.

While I was getting my hair cut, I noticed a tall lanky Afro-American man...  nick named... "Rail"  working at his shoe shine stand, near the front of the shop.

"Rail" was shinning shoes for 25 cents, and from what I could see ,  was  doing a really good  job .

 When I  finished with my hair cut... I just had to see if he.... could do anything for my shoes .


 To my surprise, "Rail" was able to make them look really good, much better than I expected.

 I left the barber shop that day, with shoes shinning well enough to see yourself in...a flat-top hair cut second to none... and a sense of pride... that was hard to measure.

"Rail's" family, A plumber and his family, were about the only Afro-American's living in London at the time, as far as I knew .

Our Town was predominantly white ,and had been that way for a while.

 On the way home, I noticed a sign in  a restaurant  window, which read, "We serve Whites only".

I had never seen a sign like that before,  It was hard to believe our city was,  practicing segregation .


I pondered the thought in my mind for awhile ... coming to the conclusion...  it really was going to take London some time and a lot of love... to overcome this matter.

 Today some 60 years later... I'm convinced ...Time and Love have prevailed, and that our beloved little town of London, KY has emerged from its passed forms of segregation.

And is now a place, where all are welcome, and signs like that one in the restaurant  window, are long gone.

Flat-top haircuts like the one I received are seldom seen, shoe shiners  like "Rail" rarely found ."My, My, how time changes things".


Until Next Time. God Bless.

My Meditations by,  Coleman

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Foot Washing

Washing of the Feet, is a religious ceremony observed by various Christian churches.

I remember Mother and Dad attending "UNION BAPTIST CURCH" when I was a kid, for their annual  foot washing .

Union Baptist Church was located, off Rocky branch road in Laurel County Kentucky.

 Every year the congregation would have a foot washing, on the first Sunday of June.


Foot washing goes back a way's, and gets its origin from the Bible, some churches  take advantage of foot-washing services, others don't.

Union Baptist Church felt  led to do so, they said because Jesus did it.

On the evening he was betrayed, Jesus "poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples' feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him" (John 13:5).

 At Union Baptist Church, people washed  maybe two or three peoples feet, that were already clean.


  According to the Bible, Jesus washed 24 peoples feet that  were really in need of being washed.


I remember Mother and Dad making sure their feet were clean before going to the service, guess it was kind of embarrassing , to have dirty feet.

Foot washing has faded away for a lot of Churches over the years, not to many of them do it anymore.

Don't know if Union Baptist Church is one of those still practicing it,  or not.

When Mother and Dad attended there, it was the thing to do, foot washing and June meetings just seemed to go together.

Foot washing is a blessing for Christians who practiced it... even if  no one has dirty feet... it seemed to lift the spirit... and make you feel closer to God.. 

Therefore Members at"Union Baptist Church " truly enjoyed their blessings.

Following , the example of foot washing , set forth by Christ, in the Holy Bible they so proudly carried with them to Church each and ever Sunday.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditations by, Coleman




 

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Sweet Potatoes: Ain’t Nothin’ Better


Sweet potatoes. Fresh from the oven, with plenty of butter, you have never tasted anything so good in all your life.

They were a good  snack when we came home from school, or they were good at dinner time.

Mother often baked them during the day, and they would still be warm in the oven, for us after school.

Before you could do all that  good eating though, you had to grow them  first , which was a bit time consuming.

Dad would begin in April, starting his slips in a hotbed.

He'd dig out an area about 1' deep, in the ground lay down 2" of straw  and cover it with 4" of fresh horse manure topped by about 3" of loose and leveled sandy soil.

Picking out some of his best sweet potatoes from the previous year's crop he'd lay them on this bed, topped with another 3" to 4" of very sandy soil, and water them.


Then lay some burlap bags over them until they started sprouting.


When the plants were about 5" tall dad  transplanted them to the garden.

Into  mounds of soil that he had prepared  and made up especially for them .


 The long awaited moment of Harvesting of the sweet potatoes  would began as soon as they reached a usable size about three months later.

Dad would always Harvest a few of the tubers first to see if they were large enough, before digging the entire patch.


Baked sweet potatoes, Fried sweet potatoes,  Sweet potato pie they were all good; it was hard for me to find one of them I liked better that the other.

Being from the South, personally speaking (Ain't nothin better) if you're into southern soul food; than a mess of sweet potatoes !

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditations by,  Coleman












Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Home remedy's



Growing up in the south  some of the old folks had  unusual and unconventional methods for treating a nail puncture wound.

Some of the treatments we used in my younger days, seem unimaginable in the world we live in now.

Especially with all the modern day doctoring and drug store remedy's available to us today.

Sort of makes you think the days we lived in back then, were a bit obsolete and crud to say the least.

It seems today we have a fix  for about anything that ales you, including tutus shots,  pain pills, antibiotics, you name it .

But things haven't always been that way.

I can remember when home remedies were all we had .

And I can attest to their healing ability's.

Once I stepped on a rusty nail while helping dad do some repair work on the barn.

I had my shoes on, but a nail went through the soles of my shoes .

I didn’t realize I’d stepped on it, until I tried to move and my shoe wouldn’t budge.

It wasn’t until I jerked my foot up and felt a twinge of pain that I realized the nail had punctured my foot.

After pulling my shoe off, I quickly saw the blood soaking my sock and knew I needed help.

Dad sent me to the house to visit Doctor Mom for first-aid.

Wasn't sure what her treatment would be ,I just knew if anybody could fix it, it would be mom.

Mom washed my foot good with soap and water, then she got the kerosene can out, and poured some kerosene in a pan, soaked my foot good in the kerosene.

Then she dried my foot  off, and placed a piece of salt pork over the puncture wound,  and wrapped it good with a piece of bed sheet cloth she'd torn from a sheet

And then she sent me back out to help dad finish the project , my foot barley got sore and it was well in a few days.

Thanks to Doctor Mom, I was good as new soon , minus the doctors bill,  don't know what we would have done with out our home remedies in them days.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditation by, Coleman