My Victorian grandmother's cures for various ailments, when I was growing up.
Always wear a vest and pull it right down your back to keep your kidneys warm. (Wee-ing problems and to keep colds at bay) I also wore a Liberty Bodice. Called Liberty bodices, because they originally were to be worn instead of the stiff corsets of the 19th Century. So you were liberated from a corset! I never minded wearing one, it kept you warm. No central heating only one coal fire in the living room.
I do remember I had a bed cardigan and even in todays time, I sometimes wear one, when I'm in bed and the heating has switched off early. When I was little in winter, the bed was warmed by a brick heated in the oven with a bit of old blanket wrapped round it.
Goose grease smothered on your neck, then a Lyle stocking wrapped round it, secured with a safety pin.(Sore throat)
Sheep's wool gathered off barbed wire fence, washed and inserted into your ear for earache. Something we always gathered when we visited my Grandmother's sister in Maesteg, as their road was at the bottom of a mountain with wandering sheep.
Bread, milk and water made into a mash, heated and spread on a piece of cotton and topped with another piece of cotton and pressed on the area with the boils, still hot, a poultice.. Wound round with strips of cotton to keep in place. (Any boil or ulcer)
Starch powder sprinkled on itchy areas to stop the irritation. (Any itchy rash)
Cold salted water streamed on bruises to reduce swelling.
Honey, vinegar and butter.. brought to the boil, then sipped slowly for a sore throat and coughs. (I loved this)
Cabbage water after the cabbage had been boiled to a pulp!! A cup of the cabbage water drunk for your bowels! Ugh Plus Syrup of Figs on Saturday night.
And then the rest of the cabbage water poured down the outside lav. to clean the 'U' bend!
I had the usual childhood illnesses, mumps, measles and Yellow Jaundice, (what ever that was?) But I can't ever remember missing school with a cold, so somethings must have worked!
She was born in 1887 and had 8 children.. only 5 survived into adulthood
Gladys (1906-1990) Marion (1908-1924) Thelma (1912-1994) Eunice, my mother (1918-1945) Rachel (1920-2016)
I think my Aunty Glad (Gladys) found the money from somewhere and coerced my father, to help pay for me to go to that private school, so I'd get a good education. She went into Service age 12 in a big house in Penarth! She sometimes spoke about it and how hard it was.
I had quite an alternative childhood to many children of my age.. and I survived. My grandmother had no patience and often flew into a rage, today I wonder was it hormones??.. It was fine while my grandfather was still alive, because he used to take me out.. He used to say...'Dere 'm cariad'.. (come here darling) and we'd sneak out the back door. I learnt to keep out of her way.. and I often wonder, if that was why my aunt paid for me to be a boarder.
I loved that school and they were the happiest days of my teen years.. And this nun, Sister Mary Bernadine, Headteacher was amazing. She treated me as though I was special and I loved her.
Chrisxx