Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Time Changes things

 For many of the small businesses' in London, and Corbin, Kentucky.

Time had been on their side for many years allowing them to have a steady flow of travelers from the North to the South.

Traveling through on US Highway 25 that was like main street for many of the smaller towns.

Many of the travelers stopping for eating and shopping a long the way.

 Making it an ideal situation for business opportunity  along its route.

After Inter-State I-75 came through  the region in 1956.

It dealt a blow to many of the merchants that depended on it, for their main livelihood   including  Colonel Harland Sanders famous fried Chicken Business in Corbin Kentucky.

Sanders’ restaurant was now out of sight from passing by travelers.

For him and others in  the Corbin and London area,the number of customers decreased dramatically.

And they had to take measures to offset the financial  loss, that had come their way.

Many of them didn't think they would survive the ordeal .

But things worked out for the better for most all of them .

If you  were to visit these two same little cities today .

You would say the changes that occurred in 1956, actually put Corbin and London on the map, and  helped launch some of the businesses to levels they never imagined.

Such as the Colonel Sanders  restaurant business for example which went on to become one of the most famous and wealthiest  in the world .

 Many  of the merchants are doing way better today than they did back then .

Change can be awkward  and some times hard to manage.

 For Corbin And London, time and change brought a lot of good, to its people and to their towns.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by, Coleman


Monday, November 21, 2016

Family Tradition



In my family, family traditions were far and few between.

But we did have one that we always tied to keep, and that one was rabbit hunting.

Rabbit season usually started in Kentucky in early November and lasted until the last of the year.

Some of our favorite places to hunt, were in the bottom lands and hills of Laurel County.

Some times the going got pretty rough in those places  due to briar tickets and swamp lands, but that's where our Scouts came in.

Two black and tan beagles, and a couple mix breed dogs we called sooners.

They could maneuver through the places we dared not go with ease.

When they'd jump a rabbit you never heard such yelping and yodeling in all your life.

Dad said that was one of the things he enjoyed most about our traditional hunts was listening to those dogs chase a rabbit.

Often we'd have five or more hunters, depending on how many Uncles and neighbors showed up .

We tried to end our hunt by noon since Mother and my Sisters usually had Thanksgiving dinner ready by then and we didn't want to miss that .

If we finished our hunt early enough we'd dress some of the rabbits and Mother would fry them and make some rabbit gravy ...(which was a big hit with all.)

How we got the Hunting tradition started I really don't know, but until I was grown we did our best to keep it going.

Thanksgiving is a blessing in disguise. With your friends and family near this year, make this day as special as you can and thank them with your heart. Happy Thanksgiving!

Until Next Time.     God Bless.

My Meditations,     Coleman Schell



Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Refreshing spring water




Cool fresh spring water flowed from under Neath the Rocky Branch road near my Uncle Tip and Grover Brocks home in Laurel County Kentucky .

Traveling the road on my way to and from school, I often stopped for a  gourd full of refreshing water .

 The water from the spring was way to cold to drink straight down, so you had to sip it from the gourd, other wise it would actually hurt your teeth, when you drank it .

The water was so good many others like myself passing by , would  stop and get themselves a drink of the crystal clear water,using the same  gourd fashioned from Uncle Tipp's home grown supply  .

The  community gourd  always hang from a nail on the side of an oak tree near the spring, for all to see when they stopped .

 There were several other oak trees near the spring,  providing a cool surrounding, and a good  place, to  shade and rest for a bit during the summer time.

 Uncle Grover had built himself a storage shed near the spring and  from there you could see his black farm truck, that he kept parked there.

Often while at the spring, I'd glance over at the truck and reminisce of the times, I had gotten to take a ride in the back of it to town, with Uncle Grover.

Many years have  come and gone by since those  early days of school ,and stopping by the spring for my cool drinks of water .

When I go back today to visit Uncle Tipp and Grover's old place , not much remains of the way I remember the spring being .

The spring has been capped and no longer  available to get a drink from...it is now being used by Brock relatives... to  pump water into their homes .


The tall oak trees are gone, the shed and truck are gone, about all that remains are the memories, I made while  visiting there, as a youngster.

 I'm glad I got to make those memories while I was  going to school and that they still  remind me of the good cold drinks of water I took from the spring ,so many years ago.


Until Next Time.   God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Tater-Knob

Tater-Knob  one of the higher points of elevation in Laurel County, Kentucky.

Provided a back drop for our home, just down the holler  a bit from it. 

Each morning when the sun came up... The-Knob... reflected its brilliant  rays of  sun-light  up on our home.

 On cloudy days,  clouds hovered over its peak, as if they were attracted to it .

From Tater-Knob, you could see many of the  neighboring farms down below , and on a  real clear day, you might see up to five or more miles in any one direction .

There were other Tater-Knobs in adjoining Counties to Laurel; perhaps  some higher and maybe  even more beautiful .

But  speaking for our local Tater-Knob it was my favorite , I loved going up  there to visit and browse around, when I had  the time.

 Some of my favorite things to do while up there were listening to   the peaceful sounds of the wind as it made its way  thru the  pine trees, and to hear the tingling sounds of cow bells, down in the valley below.

The Knob was  haven to birds, through out  the year.

Many different species called it home.

 Wild grapes grew abundantly there in the fall and Holly trees displayed their bright colors of  green and red  in the winter time giving it a Christmas like atmosphere . 

 Winter green a dark green plant often found on the ground of the knob, had a  Spear-mint chewing gum smell!  and made a refreshing and minty tea!

An abandoned wagon trail... stretched across  the Knob ... providing public access .

The rugged trail was seldom used  , because other roads, offered better and safer modes of travel.

The trail was mostly used by fox hunters, and people like me who loved walking its rugged terrain .

The trail extended  for a mile  or so across the Knob  and  adjoining ridges offering solitude and beauty like no other place I've ever been.

  Some of my fondest childhood memories were formed up there .

And they have remained with me strong in my heart and mind over the years.

I shall always treasure the time I got to spent on Tater-Knob.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by,  Coleman