That’s right. My Daddy’s mother thought she had the perfect remedy for everything that came along. She would mix up concoctions for us to drink or rub on all of our “ouchies.” This didn’t seem to hurt any of us. Whether it cured us of what ailed us, I can’t say. We always got better, but it may have been a case of the ailment running its course.
She would mix up lemon juice with honey and a shot of whiskey for sore throats. Maybe or was the whiskey that made us forget about our sore throat. We’d go to bed and be much better in the morning.
We used Vicks a lot. We rubbed it on our chest when we had a cold and we’d even put a dab on our tongue and swallow it. I don’t think people do things like that today. In fact, I’m sure there must be a warning on the label not to ingest it.
When we had a bellyache, they instructed us to lie on the floor with our butt against the wall and our legs extended up the wall. We had to lie there for about twenty minutes. It usually fixed us right up.
We rarely went to the doctor for anything because we didn’t have the money. They fixed most things on the farm with old-fashioned remedies. The only time I can remember any of us having to go to the hospital for incidents was with one of my sisters. Bonni was always getting into a mishap. She had to have her stomach pumped once for eating some old medicine out of the garbage and another time when she cracked her head open. Mama tried to stop the bleeding with vinegar and water, but that didn’t work because the gash was a big one, so they took her to get it sewed up. However, it did stop by the time the doctor was ready to work on it. I guess my sister remembered her first trip to the emergency room and her sheer fright stopped it.
Did you have any childhood mishaps or have to suffer through childhood remedies?