Friday, December 30, 2016


Our Uncle Eugene Parman went off to war to serve our Country during World War II.

 The war had been going on in Europe ,since some time in the late 30's.

And the war was threatening to spread from Europe to England,

American soldiers started arriving in Britain around 1942, as the U.S. got involved

Uncle Gene "as we all called him", was amongst the soldiers, stationed there .

While  being stationed in Britain, Uncle Gene met the love of his life,   Betty Smith.

You might say; first came love, then came marriage, then came life in a strange new land, for Betty.

To satisfy the love they had for each other.

 When it came time for Uncle Gene to end his duty there and come back to the States .

 Betty chose to say farewell to everything familiar in her life, and to start a new one with Uncle Gene in the U.S. 

They arrived in London, Kentucky Uncle Genes hometown in 1946.

I remember, Mother visiting with them, and how sweet  she thought Betty was.

And that was the consensus everyone else seemed to have of Betty after meeting her .

Betty spoke with a fluent British accent ,I could listen to her talk for hours and never once get bored.

After a short stay in Kentucky they decided on Indiana for a place to call home, they lived there until Uncle Genes retirement.
 When I think of the two of them today, I think of what an impact  they've had on so many lives .

They stuck together like glue , when you saw one of them you saw the both of them.

Mother told me, my middle name was chosen from Uncle Eugene's.

Uncle Gene  and his War-bride Betty were certainly
good  roll models, and  a great example for anyone to follow.

 Demonstrating it "for instance' by raising  a wonderful family that's picking up the torch after their deaths, and are busy carrying on their legacy . 

What a blessing it has been to have known Uncle Gene and Betty and their family, they touched my life... and many others... in so many ways .

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by,  Coleman

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Missing teeth and New Year's Eve

Missing teeth and New Year's Eve, a combination I want for get for awhile.

This story  happened  to me when I was around five or six years old.

I was missing my front teeth terribly bad, I had recently lost.

I started talking less and less about that time of my life and wishing my teeth would grow back in soon, in fact soon couldn't be  soon enough for me.

Sitting around the fireplace with Mother and dad and my sisters, on a cold blistery New Years Eve.

Mother was teaching us children how to make a Jacobs ladder using a piece of string.

I declare it looked easy when she did it, and she could do it fast, my sisters picked up on the instructions right away and they made it look easy also; but when I started trying to make one for myself.

Not so for me it was frustrating to say the least, I must have started and stopped my attempt twenty times or more before I finally managed to complete a Jacobs ladder.

String games can be fun and challenging I found out and  they can test your patience.

For us kids the string games offered something to do on a long wintery night , and it helped me   for- get my teeth were missing for awhile that night.

Don't know if children still do the string games anymore or not; I never see anyone doing them .

Since T.V. and electricity hadn't come our way yet in the 1940's, bed time for our family was around 8pm, I was still trying to master my Jacobs Ladder thing when that time arrived.

Family policy was the last one in bed had to blow out the lamp and stoke up the fire, I barley made it with out being last.

Being last wasn't  all that bad though, since the fireplace was still burning bright and gave out a lot of light for you to see how to get in bed.

Missing your teeth when you are young is an inconvenient thing for sure, and about the same when you get older.

I've experienced  both of those worlds in my life time and so far have made it through both of them .

May God ponder upon you His Marvelous Blessings, and give you Health, Wealth, Peace, and Happiness during the coming year.


Until Next Time.    God Bless.

My Meditations By,  Coleman

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

A Simple Old Fashion Christmas

The simple Christmas traditions of the South convey timeless sentiments of the season for me.

Although money was in short supply for our family when I was growing up, the ever-practical Southern ways of life... allowed  people like my family to find ways to make Christmas meaningful.

Gift giving by families in our day were minimal.

A toy animal whittled out of wood was a special surprise in a sock or stocking.

The more common gifts might be  an orange, an apple, a few nuts to crack and a peppermint candy stick in your stocking.

 Hung by your bed side in hopes of seeing Old Santa Clause as He filled it.

Decorations made with, bittersweet and holly, were strung across the mantel of the fireplace.

Christmas trees would be laced with popcorn, paper chains, and candy canes.  Scraps of cloth, and cotton made the tree look like it had snow on it .

Simple foods were served for Christmas. Cornbread and biscuits, smoked ham and vegetables made up a traditional Christmas dinner.

Candy, nuts and oranges were treats loved by us kids, as well as the older folks.

A special dessert might be a fruitcake .

I still like my simple old fashion Christmases.... some traditions... are just too good to ignore.

Christmas is a magical time of the year. It tends to bring back happy memories of family gatherings.

Give and receive love this Christmas season and you will surely have a joyous Christmas .

Best wishes to you and  your family for a Merry Christmas .

May the Christmas Spirit  spread cheer through out your lives, as well as the ones you love, during this magical Holy time of the year!

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

My Meditations by,    Coleman

Wednesday, December 14, 2016


My first attempt at a construction project.

Happened when I was about six years old,  I got the idea to build a home for the little  wren birds that  kept coming back from migration to our home in Kentucky each year .

 I took a liking to these little birds, and wanted to help them out.

The wrens had been building their nest on our front  porch for awhile.

Pondering the thought of my project .

One morning while mother was cooking breakfast for us,   the idea came to me, why not  use the empty oat-meal  box she discarded from oat-meal making for a bird house .

 I set to work figuring out  how I might do that, seemed all I needed to do was  cut a hole in the side of the box, for the wrens to squeeze through, and  they'd  have  themselves a tidy little home.

Wasn't sure if that idea would be satisfactory  with the Wrens or not.

I  fastened the oat meal box to one of the post on our porch, put the lid back on  and waited for the wrens to respond.

To my surprise they liked it rather well, and moved in  right away

Even when no help is available or proper housing is  found, these little birds seem to find a way to build themselves a nest.

Their nesting and feeding habits are easily observed if you are a bird watcher, they tend to be somewhat tolerant of humans.

These tireless little birds, are in constant search for insects, which can be a real asset to a gardener.

I was pleased I found a way to put mother's discarded oat meal box to use that morning as I watched the Wrens using it that year.

I still love watching these little birds, when I get a chance, they remind me so much of the time I built  that first bird house  for them and how happy I was watching them use it.

Sad to say: from what I see today, these little wrens are becoming extinct, I hardly ever see them anymore.

My brother Darrell says he still has some that come to his home every year, I hope they find away to survive.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

My Meditations by,  Coleman

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Poor but Proud

Just about everyone in our community was poor when I was growing up.

So we didn't notice being poor much more than anyone else did.

If it hadn't been for Mother and dad living on a farm and growing a good portion of what we ate, we probably would have starved.

The farm we lived on, was a life saver it provided most of what we needed.

Our domestic animals and  the wild game  we came up with ,supplied us with meat for our diet.

Dad always tried to have some chickens on the farm to provide us with eggs.

 Occasionally he would  take a pullet or two from the flock, so that Mother could fix a hardy mess of chicken and dumplings  .

By the way that: still is one of my favorite dishes she made .

 Fruits and berries, were  plentiful, and we took advantage of that by canning as many, as we could .

We learned how do with what we had, that's the way we lived; it wasn't easy or pretty some times.

Occasionally dad would take, some extra eggs, cream, or butter to market and sell that for a little extra cash.

 A few of our neighbors hunted Ginseng, and sold it for extra cash ,   but in the area we lived in for some reason, Ginseng was pretty scarce.

I often think how close we came to not making it during the 40's.

We lagged behind the rest of the country by years in most things.

We were poor, but  we were still proud, we didn't believe in asking for help unless it was a total emergency.

We shared what little we had with our neighbors and kin folks.

Dad often shared a mess of fresh meat, when he butchered a hog.

 He'd give a helping of vegetables from the garden  during summer months when some one needed something .

As I look back on those days, I'm convinced , God blessed our family in ways that were nothing short of miraculous .

Dad and Mother raised 10  of us children on so very little, compared to todays standards.

What they made for a year, would probably be less than what most folks make for a day in wages today.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell