A Homegrown Medicine Patch - Part 1
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Joe and Lily were my grandparents. Grandad was tall and elegant, Nanna smaller, cherubic and mischievous. Both generous in love and spirit.
Joe was a magnificent gardener and had an award winning garden. Nanna could create culinary magic from anything he produced. Although we did have a chemist in the village she rarely visited it. She would use one of her remedies, so effective in most cases and readily available just a few feet from the back door.
The medicine cabinet was almost always empty. It was hardly
ever used. A couple of plasters, a bit of fluffy white lint, a cream and a blue
glass Optrex bottle.
Nanna’s secrets to perfect skinLily had flawless skin - pity I didn't inherit her genes.
She always used a skin tonic, homemade of course. A mixture of honey and rose
water (ratio 1:10) was a superb tired skin reviver.
Nanna would slice Joe's home grown tomatoes and rub over her
face. I would laugh as bits went everywhere. But it worked. The result - glowing skin. Often she would soak the pieces in honey for about an hour and smear
"An apple a day keeps wrinkles at bay and Doctor Bob
(our local GP) away" was her mantra. Castor oil softens skin and prevents
wrinkles. Slices of lemon are effective too.
I can remember her crushing cloves of garlic and mixing with
water to make a good all round skin cleanser. When in season she would rub her
face with slices of strawberry and then wash off. A great face brightener.
Grandad Joe’s homegrown remedies for travel sickness, tired
feet and more
Joe spent hours in the garden especially after he retired.
At the end of the day he always soaked his feet in a bowl of hot water and tea
bags. As an instant warmer in winter, he would add a spoonful of mustard
powder. Slices of onion, lemon or garlic rubbed onto the feet are all
effective answers to tired aching feet.
Constipation was an ugly word in 55 King George Square. Both
drank carrot juice daily to prevent it. An alternative was rhubarb pieces
drizzled with honey. They devoured prunes by the kilo - pounds in those days.
Fresh onion juice is an effective toothache remedy which was
used often. Simply dip a cotton wool ball into the juice and apply to the
annoying tooth. It does work.
When washing hair they would always use a small amount of
beer as a final rinse. And then drink the remainder of the bottle.
Neither could drive so they were avid fans of coach
holidays. Lily often felt queasy on a coach. A quick remedy, sniffing slices
of lemon, sucking an ice cube helps stop nausea. Apparently sucking an
olive is good for motion sickness too.
They usually walked miles on holiday. To avoid blisters, a
week before a holiday they would rub their feet morning and night with surgical
spirit and allow to dry. Works for athletes foot too.
Foot odour was treated by wiping with vodka. Don't go
Splinters were treated with sellotape. Place the tape over
the area and pull off.
Broad been pods were always rubbed onto a wart or verruca. Rub daily and gently file every night. Today I usually recommend applying the mushy side of a banana skin and leaving for a day or two. And then reapply.
Another tip try duct tape. Have a shower or bath and dry the
skin. Place the tape over a wart or verruca and leave for two days. Remove,
pumice and reapply.
Other treatments - they always crunched and munched on celery. Good for dark circles around the eyes and puffiness too. Itching after a bite. Dab on toothpaste.
Grandad used to mix toothpaste and water into his hands and
rub vigorously. He always said it removed any odour especially after gardening.
His favourite remedy for colds was to have a soak in a warm bath. Take a bottle of whisky (other alcoholic drinks are available) and a candle to bed.
Light the candle at the foot of the bed. Hop into bed and
drink the whisky until you can see two candles. Blow them both out and go to
sleep. Works everytime.
And finally ... Joe always brought back from holiday at least one whisky miniature. They were always displayed proudly in the corner cabinet - always locked.
After he died we found the key and looked forward to
toasting his life. But he had got there before us. All the whisky had been
drunk and every bottle refilled with tea water. And I wonder where I get my
sense of humour from.
You may also find interesting:• Beauty on the holiday menu
• Good enough to eat! Beauty and healthcare on the holiday menu
• Medicines on the Holiday Menu - Part 1 as featured in the New York Times
• Medicines on the Holiday Menu - Part 2
• A Homegrown Medicine Patch - Part 2
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