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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

The Medicine Chest: coughs and earaches

My parents did not believe in doctors, pills or therapy of any kind! When I was coughing at night my mother would come to my room with vicks and rub it on my throat & chest and cover me with a scratchy scrap of wool she had heated on a light bulb. For earaches she'd squeeze a few drops of warm oil into my ear, cover it with that same hot, wool scrap.
The relief was immediate.
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  1. UnknownMarch 14, 2013 at 9:32 AM

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