Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Tall Tales



At night our world pretty much closed down, the woods  and fields near by, were lonely and some what  mysterious.

Sometimes late in the evening Grandpa (Cap)Parman would stop by to get  fresh water from our well, and he'd  often unfold some of the dark tall tales of our ancestors, and some that he had heard from others over the years.

Stories of hunting trips, ghost tales and strange occurrence's were amongst  them. 

The ones about "haints" (ghost) and  the such, were some of my favorites.

 Our grandpa (Cap)  was a terrific  story teller, and he enjoyed telling you the scary ones .

Once he told us one: that he'd heard from Matt Durham a local neighbor and friend of his, it was supposed to have taken place in a corn field near an older gentleman's  home.

 Corn had been planted near the home, so the old fellow could keep a eye on it, and  keep the varmints out, as well as the  moonshiners  .

One dark night while walking by his corn patch.

The old gentlemen heard something come right up to him and start eating the big ears of corn from the stalks,  making a crushing sound like nothing he'd  ever heard.

The next day, when it was day light enough for him to see, he went back to check on the damage to the corn  patch ,and maybe  find a foot print or something to let him  know, what had happened. 

To his surprise, no corn  had been  damaged or eaten from the  stalks, or were there any signs of anything ever being in the corn patch .

 Mysterious in nature, and unsolvable by reason was this tall tale  of Matt's according to (Cap); the  only reasonable explanation grandpa(Cap) said was,  in his opinion it must have been a "haint' or (ghost) .

Who could argue with Matt's or Grandpa's opinion on that one, or the opinion of  what the old man heard in his corn patch. 

It was getting close to sundown by the time Grandpa (Cap) finished  telling the story , and left with his buckets of water for home. 

Haint

Southern  def., ghost, apparition, lost soul


Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by,   Coleman


Monday, October 17, 2016

Dog Patch Zoo


Dog Patch Zoo was located in the community of Flat Lick, Kentucky, some seven miles north of  the city of London.

 The Zoo and The Trading Post was established  there maybe around 1950,and grew to be a well loved stop for travelers, traveling Highway U.S. 25 during the late 50's and early 60's.

 With the creation of Interstate 75, the trading post was relocated to exit 41 of Intestate 75, in London, Kentucky...its current home today.

I remember going to the Dog patch Zoo while it was in Flat Lick, to see a large Alligator they were advertising they had.

I wasn't the only one interested in seeing the Alligator it seems,  shortly after I arrived, a School Bus load of Kids  pulled up.

The kids were having  an enormous amount of fun getting off the bus,and thrilled to be attending the Zoo  it was oblivious by the excitement on their faces.

Arthur Chestnut sort of a vagabond to the area; had appointed himself to be acting director to the Zoo that day.


Arthur was directing traffic to the Alligator site,  seems like he was about as excited as the kids and my self, to be seeing a large real live Alligator up close for the first time .

Since moving to London....  The Dog Patch Trading Post...  became known as... "Dog Patch Barn"... and has been home to some of the most unusual gag gifts and hillbilly tourist tack imaginable .

There are those who embrace "Dog Patches" hillbilly heritage and then there are those who would seek to ignore it.

Guess I'm in the former group I've always enjoyed visiting the Barn to see the latest gifts and gags.


About the Hill-Billy heritage thing, being from Kentucky, I've always heard ,there are just two kinds of people in the world, those who are Hill-Billy's and those who want to be... not sure if this is true... or not.

If you're from Kentucky or adjoining States  you've probably heard this  saying  your self, and by now   have formed an opinion of the matter, one way or the other also.


Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditations by,   Coleman




 

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Paper Doll's



Preston Lee, a entrepreneur in the lumber business   ... owned one of the few saw-mills near our home,  in Southeastern Kentucky, Preston cut house and barn patterns  .

That kind of work  wasn't always steady for Preston, so he relied mostly on farming. for a living.

Dad and Uncle Coy worked for Preston when he had  work .

I remember they'd leave early in the morning and wouldn't get home until  late in the evening.

Mother always packed dad's lunch for him when he worked; ...in a 8 lb. Lard bucket... that she'd saved from lard bought at the store .

Near the end of the day when the sun would be sinking low behind the hills , she'd  get us kids ready and we'd go out to meet them  .

Of course before we went ,we had to gather up our paper doll's and take them along, that we'd cut-out from a Sears Roe-Buck catalog.

The doll's were  pictures of people, with changeable clothes ,shoes, hats and so forth, with tabs on them for fastening them to the dolls .

Our favorite place for waiting on Dad and Uncle Coy , was a wide spot in the road  not far from the mill,  a place where there were lots of little rocks  .

There we built imaginary houses with the rocks for, our doll families . 

Time always went fast, while we were waiting  .

 Seems like before we knew it, Dad and Uncle Coy would come walking down the path, and it would be time to put our doll's away and head home.

Playing  with our  paper doll's and walking home with Dad and Uncle Coy .

Was one of the things I remember best that our family did when I was a young boy, that remains with me today.

Being out numbered, during those trips to meet Dad and Uncle Coy by my sisters, it was pretty much  playing with  paper doll's or else for me .

So Mother and my three sisters adopted me into the girl circle, and I joined in and had a good time, waiting with them for Dad and Uncle Coy, on saw-mill road .

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditation by,  Coleman


Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Sunday Morning Gathering

Renfro Valley Gatherin' ( formerly known as Renfro Valley Sunday Morning Gathering ) in Mt. Vernon, Kentucky. Is one of the oldest continually broadcast radio programs in America,

The program first aired in September of 1943.

I attended the Gatherin' in the 1950's for my first time.

The barn style building was home to the Saturday night barn dance, as well as the Sunday Morning Gatherin'.

How different the atmosphere was between the two from a night of  comedy, dancing and celebrating the care-free side of life, to a more sober and spiritual one on Sunday Morning .


 The  Sunday Morning Gatherin' began with an opening hymn (sung by a choir, and accompanied by a parlor organ), the hymn they picked that  day was" I'll BE SOMEWHERE LISTENNG FOR MY NAME."

The opening song was  followed by a listing of listeners' birthdays and anniversaries (limited to those 75 years or older or married for 50 years or longer.

The remainder of the program was themed, with the host John Lair, a great story teller reading short stories and monologues between , old-time gospel songs.

John; was host and founder of the Gatherin' and scheduler  of the guest who appeared on it.

 "The Coon Creek Girls" were a favorite guest  of the program,  they were the first all-girl band to appear on radio from that area .

Today when I drive by this wonderful place called Renfro-Valley... located just off Intestate I-75...In Rockcastle County Kentucky.

 I'm reminded of that first time  I got to visit the Gatherin'.

 And I'm totally convinced, the Renfro-Valley Barn Dance and Sunday Morning Gatherin'  are special events where time does stand still, and memories you form while there, do last you for a life time.


Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditations by,  Coleman