Threshing The Wheat From The Chaff


| May/June 1969



Union City, Indiana 47390

It seems that so many threshermen and their wives even quite a few of the younger people develop aching joints that deprive them of much usefulness and enjoyment in life. Old-timers used to call it the 'room-a-tiz' or 'the misery' in say an arm or a leg. Our sturdy pioneer forebears often came down with the 'milk leg', while before that, the Middle Ages in both England and the European Continent witnessed much suffering among the more affluent citizenry from such ailments as the 'gout' or the 'ague'.

Suffice it to say that far too many suffer in our present day from the pains of arthritis the swollen, painful joints that result from deposits which will often solidify a knee joint, wrist or knuckle long before a person's time is run out.

It was during last Christmas holidays that we visited with some older relatives of my wife in Celina, Ohio. Onilee had been complaining earlier in her letters of having such pains in her shoulders, arms and legs that her housework was becoming more and more of a burden.

But the day we were there she walked briskly into the room and handed me a glass with a few ounces of some clear liquid in it.

'Here, taste this and then tell me what it is,' she said with a smile.