Friday, August 26, 2016

My Visit To The Doctor 8-25-2016

Dr. Ronnie Wolfe
I went to an orthopedist today, because I have "trigger thumb" on my left hand. I had surgery on my right thumb several years ago.
When the doctor came in, he talked about what trigger thumb is. He squeezed my thumb really hard (and it hurt really bad) and told me how the trigger thumb worked (as if I didn't know). He pressed the top of my thumb and explained all the parts of the thumb. I thought I might be in an anatomy class.
He said he thought I should not have surgery right now but should first have a shot of a steroid first. He just happened to have brought a needle with him.
He asked me to place my left hand face up on the stretcher (bed), which I did. Then he said, "I will explain each thing that I will do before I do it," and he did.
He said, "I am now going to wash your thumb with some antibiotic stuff to make it clean, which he did. Then he told me to relax my hand so he could give me the shot. I was all ready for the shot when he said, "Now, this is the smallest needle in the world so that it will not hurt so much." I didn't believe him.He said he would stick the needle in my thumb and that I would feel a little stick. Why didn't he just do it? He said, "The pain will be short, but the pressure will go up into the upper part of your thumb and hurt pretty bad, but it won't hurt but just about three seconds.
Before I could process all that information, he surprised me by sticking the needle in my thumb and shooting the medicine in the thumb. I groaned really loud, and he said, "I knew you would do that." Then he said, "It's all over." Well, it was not over. My thumb really hurt until the Novocain took effect.
That was the longest 10 minutes I ever spent in a doctor's office. When I got to my car, I reached for the keys and almost dropped them, because now my thumb is numb, and I cannot feel anything with my thumb.
He encouraged me by saying that I must wait four weeks; and, if the thumb is not better, we can do it all again (maybe three times total).
I am home now surviving, my thumb feels better, but it still clicks every time I bend it. I am not sure that four weeks will do the job, but at least the doctor is not here to describe those four weeks to me.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Misty Night Sunset

By Ronnie Wolfe -- 8/11/2016

I settled in for the misty night
And watched the sun go down.
My peaceful heart, exhausted self
Gave in to the silent sound.

My heart slowed down its altered beat
And soon the dreams would come.
But soon awakened I will be
With the dawn of morning sun.

More brilliant than the day before,
Each day brings godly peace,
Since God is in each sunset, 
And His wonders never cease.

Monday, August 8, 2016

Hot Milk Before Bed

By Pastor Ronnie Wolfe --August 8, 2016 
I don't know if you have ever heard anyone speak of drinking hot milk, or warm milk, before going to bed; but I have heard about it nearly all of my life.

Once, when we in the quartet were visiting a home on one of our trips (I cannot remember whose house it was), Bro. Bob Jones was in one of his kidding moods. He, as usual, began to harass me. He said "Well, you know that Ronnie needs to have his warm milk before he goes to bed." It was a nice "putdown," and we all laughed a little.

When the time came for us to start thinking about going to bed, the woman of the house wandered into the kitchen without my noticing. Shortly, she came out with a small glass of milk. She brought it over to me and handed it to me. I said, "What is that for?" She said, "Don't you want your warm milk before you go to bed?" I said, "Well, I'll drink it, but Bob was just harassing me."

Then we all had a good laugh, although I was a little fearful of drinking warm milk before bed, because I had been told that it causes constipation. After I worried for a couple of minutes, I went on to bed, and all is well.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Jumping From The Hay Loft

Dr. Ronnie Wolfe

When I was a youngster (probably around early teens), I remember how that the boys would climb up in our barn and jump from a rafter down on loose hay below.

Well, it would not do for me NOT to do the same thing, although many things they did I could not do; so I climbed with my arms only up into the barn on the same height from which the others jumped. I took off my leg braces, leaving only my shoes on, and jumped (or fell) down from the top of the barn into the loose hay.

While I am falling, let me tell you one little thing, which I had forgotten in all the business of getting ready to jump down into the hay. I had forgotten (or at least did not think about) the little metal fittings on each side of my shoes where the braces fit back into my shoe.

Then I hit the hay, the soft hay; but the fall was not so soft. You see, I sat down directly on top of one of those little metal fittings on my shoes, and it hurt so bad that I could have cursed. However, we did not curse, so I did not curse; but I sure did feel that hurt.

I suppose you can guess the rest of this story. The end of the story is:  I have never and I will never jump out of the top of a barn onto loose hay again. It takes only one lesson of that kind to make a believer out of me. Happy jumping!

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Sorry, I Never Knew You

Dr. Ronnie Wolfe

In the early years of the traveling and singing of The Bluegrass Boys, we made a few music albums. In Lexington there was a recording studio called Jimmy Price Music Studio with a label called Sun-Ray Records.  Our singing group recorded there a few times.

On one such occasion (I think it was about 1966), we were in the studio recording, and we gave the next song title to the engineer each time before we recorded a song. On one of the tracts we had forgotten to tell them the title of the next song, and we were in a separate booth inside the studio when we sang. As we went through the door to this little room, Demas Brubacher remembered that we had not given the name of the next song to the engineer; so he opened the door again and simply said, "Sorry, I Never Knew You." The engineer looked at him like he was crazy. He thought that Demas had said that he was sorry that he ever knew the engineer, but it was just the name of the next song. After a few minutes, it became funny; but it was not so at first.

If you want to see something interesting, search Sun-Ray Records on the internet and see what you find.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

I Almost Flew The Coop

Dr. Ronnie W. Wolfe

At one time in my young life we had a chicken house. Along the side of it we had coops. They were attached to the chicken house, and there were (I can't remember) about 10-12 coops alongside the chicken house.

One day I decided that it might be a good idea to climb to the top of the coops. I began climbing, which was customary to a young "monkey" as I was. When I arrived at the top of them, I found it entertaining that I could see down on so many things from a different view from what I had ever seen before.

Then I became afraid. I was afraid that I might fall if I tried to get down. I called as loud as I could to my mother, who was in the house. She came outside, and I said, "How do I get down from here?" Now, my mother was always wise "to the hilt," and I thought she could give me an easy answer to my dilemma; but she said, "Get down the same way you got up, only backward." Then she went back into the house. To this day, I don't remember climbing down, but I tried to do what she said, and I am alive today.

Many times in life we get ourselves into messes that we feel that are impossible to escape, but there is always a way to escape, especially with our faith in God and in Christ.

Many people get out of church and find it difficult to get back in. Many get into bad habits and do not know how to get out of them. Take my mother's advice. Go out the same way you came in, only backward. This is very good advice, even though it may seem to be simplistic and vague.

Sometimes we must go back to our younger years, back to our old selves, back to our old values, back to our simple thinking, back to where we met Jesus and trusted him with our whole hearts. It may be a little scary at first, but there is a way back.

For those who have never known Jesus Christ in pardon of sins and through a new birth, you must look forward to trusting Jesus' death, burial, and resurrection to bring new life. Then you can begin to live anew and have assurance as you have never had it before.

1 Corinthians 10:13 There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.

Monday, July 18, 2016

My Lost Doll

Dr. Ronnie Wolfe

My mother-in-law, when she was living, collected dolls. Some of her daughters would buy dolls for her on every one of her birthdays and at Christmas time. She had a whole room full of dolls. Dolls were on the bed, covering it up, on the floor, and on every piece of furniture in the bedroom.

Once, when I was visiting her with her daughter, my wife, I took the time to go back into the bedroom and look at all the dolls.  Now, I am not a doll lover. I would never collect dolls, though my wife did to a small degree.  As I looked through the dolls, I noticed this little boy doll dressed in green. I think he must have been a little Irish boy from what I can remember. I don't know why, but I fell in love with that doll.

When I went back into the living room, and told my mother-in-law that I wanted her to be sure that I got that doll when she died. She said she would. I never really thought about it after that.

My wife passed away in 2003, and her mother came to the visitation and funeral. At the visitation, my mother-in-law came to me and handed me that little doll and said, "I want you to have this before I die just in case someone forgets to give it to you after I am gone." I was speechless.

I took the doll and placed it in a ante-room in the church so that I could take it home afterward. In all the business of the funeral, I forgot to take it home. About two weeks later, I remembered the doll. The next Sunday morning I went to church, and I immediately went to the room to get the doll to take it home. When I got into the room, I could not find the doll anywhere. Evidently someone had seen it and had taken it. I was extremely sad for several reasons--first, because my mother-in-law had taken the time to give it to me; second, because she had given up one of her dolls for me; and third, because I really wanted that doll for several reasons.

I know that a doll is only a doll and that in this case I was a softly, but I cannot help still missing that little green boy who used to sit on my lap.