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I
smile to think of what they used
To
help us kids survive,
But
I am "going on" 69
And
very much alive.
My
sorest throats were eased, and I
Still hold no bit of rancor
To
think of sucking sugar lumps
With a drop or two of camphor.
And
camphor mixed with goose grease for
A
winter chest congestion;
Baking soda cleaned my teeth
And
helped my indigestion.
Because of Mother's tender heart
I
hereby sing a Gloria!
She
never gave me castor oil,
Just syrupy Castoria.
Salt for all mosquito bites,
Cobwebs on the scratches,
The
sickroom fumigated with
Our
sulphur kitchen matches.
Somehow there's quite a bunch of us
That never had a shot,
But
here we are still kicking
And
enjoying it a lot.
- Author Unknown
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