Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Uncle Bernie Wolfe


Burnie (Bernie) Wolfe was born July 26, 1890. He died August 15, 1951. His wife's name was Myrtle (Sorrell) Wolfe. This is their wedding picture. I do not have a date for their wedding or of Myrtle's birth and death. 
 
 They were married at Bethel Church in Pendleton County, Kentucky. This building is no longer standing due to a storm that came through and demolished it. I am happy to have this picture. There is an interesting story behind that church.

Burnie Wolfe was not only married at this church, but he also preached at this church at times. My cousin told me that her parents and some others of the family went there to hear Burnie preach when she was just a small girl. Someone told me that Burnie was known as "the crying preacher." He was a Baptist preacher.


 Burnie Wolfe pastored several churches, including Turner Ridge Baptist Church in Pendleton County, Kentucky. He was pastoring Wood Mission in Latonia, Kentucky, when, at the age of 65, he suffered a heart attack and died. Burnie Wolfe was my father's oldest brother, son of Ben A. Wolfe and Pheba (Larkin) Wolfe.

This is Burnie Wolfe's obituary, which was printed in the newspaper.



Tuesday, December 12, 2017

My Mother's Family (Blackburn)


These ladies are five sisters. They are my mother and four of her siblings. My mother is the small lady on the right side of the picture near the wall.

The ladies are (from left to right):  Ann, Emma, Frances, Dorothy, and Lola (my mother). Their maiden name is Blackburn, children of Frank Blackburn and Ona (Wells) Blackburn. All of these sisters are now gone from us.

There is another sister, Lucille, who now lives in North Carolina. We do not see her much. I have a young picture of her.

There was also a sister named Virginia, who is also gone from us. There was also a sister who died in infancy named Elsie Jewel, who passed away in the early 1930's. There was also another infant named Jesse Mae, who passed away as an infant.

 The picture to the left is one of Frances and Lucille, which was taken when Lucille came to visit her family. The picture below this one is a picture of Lucille in her younger years.










Lucille (Blackburn) Kennedy,1928



To the right you can see a picture of Jesse Mae in her mother's arms and some of the other children. Besides Jesse Mae, there is Emma, Virginia, Lola, Ann, and James (in front).

Later were born Allen, Dorothy, Lucille, Frances, Elsie Jewel, and Donald -- 12 in all.

They are all gone now, I think, except Lucille.

I knew most of them well, and we had some good times together. Several of them would come to our house during holidays and eat with us, and James would usually stay a few days with us, since he was not married. We always enjoyed their visits and especially James' wittiness and willingness to do almost anything.


Children In Chronological Order

Emma Blackburn | 1913-2001
Virginia Blackburn | 1914-1973
Lola Blackburn | 1917-1997
Ann Blackburn | 1918-2002
James Blackburn | 1920-2000
Jesse Mae Blackburn | 1921-
Allen Blackburn | 1923-2013
Dorothy Blackburn | 1925-2004
Lucille Blackburn | 1928-
Frances Blackburn | 1930-2008
Elsie Jewel Blackburn | 1931-
Donald Blackburn | 1935-2000

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Earl Wallace Property


Cousins In Fun

The year was (about) 1952. It was the year my grandfather, Frank Blackburn, died. I think he was 79 years old. He lived with us and was not well. He mostly stayed in a back room in our house. He felt bad most of the time, so we children did not get to know him well. He was my mother's father. I did not know his wife, my grandmother, who was Ona (Wells) Blackburn. She died before I was born.

We lived on the Earl Wallace property. My parents rented the farm and did work for Mr. Wallace to help pay the rent. There are many stories in my head in regard to this place. Today I noticed the picture above and tried to remember on what occasion my cousins were at our house, but I cannot remember. I do, however, remember my mother's taking this picture.

I notice that I did not have my braces on this day. In those days I could take the braces off from my shoes and wear my shoes without the braces, but I could not walk. I crawled around on the ground when I did not have braces on my legs--two long-leg braces.

I am sitting on the ground in front in this picture, and the boys behind me are (left to right):  my brother, Eddie Wolfe, my cousin, Dawson Jones, and my other cousin, Rodney Reel. I wish I could remember more about the activities of this day, but I cannot. I am persuaded, though, that we had a good time together, because we always did.

The property is on the Morgan-Marcus road. Many who live in Pendleton County, Kentucky, know the property well.

Below you can see a couple more pictures from that property. My father worked in that tobacco patch, and it grew to be much higher than his head.

The bottom picture is what is left of the house. A 50-cent piece lies under the front room floor, the one that I dropped through a knothole when we lived there. I hope sometime someone will find it and give it to me. That would be wonderful, though not of much real value. I am indebted to my friend, Benny Brown, for this picture of the house.




Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Table of Shewbread

By Dr. Ronnie Wolfe

Tonight, 12/6/2017, Lord willing, I will be preaching on The Table of Shewbread from the books of Exodus and Leviticus. The Table is a showpiece, which reveals both Christ and ourselves to God. It is a manifestation of Christ's work for his people and also a manifestation of our work of Christ.

We are fed by the bread from Heaven, which is Christ, the antitype of the bread on the Table of Shewbread. Read John 10.

The acacia wood, from which the table is made, is a reminder to us of the endurance and even the eternality of Jesus Christ. He cannot be corrupted, neither was any sin in him. This wood, I understand, grew where other woods would not grow, and the wood also had thorns, which typifies the sufferings of Christ and even our own persecutions in this life as we live for him.

The bread, being 12 loaves, represents all the tribes of Israel, as they represent the apple of God's eye as he watches over them, sees their works, chastens them, and forgives them. He loves his children with an everlasting love.

The wine on the table was not drunk by the priests, for it was forbidden them to drink wine there. It is understood by some that the wine was poured at the foot of the Table of Shewbread.

New bread was placed on the table each day, which typifies our being given fresh mercies and supplies of grace every day as we live for the Lord.

Monday, November 6, 2017

Church Shooting in Texas 11-5-2017


Why did God allow this thing?
‘Twas in his sovereign will,
And the voices there of those who died
Can sing His praises still.

Those behind are left with tears
And hearts are broken, true;
But God in mercy gives His grace
To lead His children through.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Coming Of Fall

By Ronnie Wolfe – September 23, 2017

Those verdurous fields of growing maze
Stand tall in summer’s breeze
And wait for coming color change
That time proclaims with ease.

Casually falling into the hands
Of impending autumn chill,
The corn surrenders all its growth
To fall’s advancing will

And sheds its beauty, green and firm
To an article of time.
The shades of green will turn to gold
And yield to autumn’s rhyme.

Sweet gesture comes from fall’s great need
To turn the green to brown,
And yellow leaves in autumn breeze
Come tumbling to the ground.

Grander beauty never seen
As this year’s season comes
With blooming lilies in the fields
And yards adorned with mums.

But the beauty there is a cheating dream
From fall’s enticing gold,
For it brings its foliage to its end
In illusive winter’s cold.


Thursday, August 31, 2017

On The Way Through Life

Dr. Ronnie Wolfe — August 30, 2017
Funeral of Marshall Baker (9-1-2017)

Traveling through life as time goes by,
We think not much of the passing sky,
That it is not the same each day
But changes on life’s lingering way.

The child looks out to brighter days
To be brought out of youthful haze,
To reach for more enduring things,
To catch our dreams with soaring wings.

But time slows down as it presses on
To change our minds with sorrow’s song,
And reaching out to some good friend,
We find our grasp in rushing wind,

Then see at last the final day
When life and time are gone away
And our lives here mean little more
Than a memory on a forgotten shore.

They all remember life’s short span
When to death the moments ran
And never ceased to hurry forth
To measure there life’s little worth.

So short, and yet in memories stored
Our minds remember love’s strong cord
And weave together family ties
And know just where the secret lies.