Some Old Habits Die Hard And Thank Goodness — by Cecille
Some old habits die hard and Thank Goodness. When we were kids growing up in Jamaica, every morning my siblings and I had to ‘line-up’ to take our medicines which our father gleefully doled out. The concoction consisted of Raw Cod Liver Oil, Scott’s Emulsion, Ferrol Tonic, and another mixture made with Eucalyptus Oil which we detested.One hand clenched into a fist behind our backs held the measurement of a tea spoon of sugar, you guessed it, to help the medicine go down. This ritual went on till we were around eleven and then we were released from agony. But what do you know? All those smelly things in bottle that we had to take left an indelible mark on me. I’m drawn to herbal teas and home remedies and I get a kick out of coming up with concoctions which works well for me. I’m certain a lot of those old fashion remedies played a role and still does in maintaining my health and beauty routine.
There was a poem I loved reciting as a kid about a doctor and I still remember it, because I remember my doctor vividly to this day, his office, the pictures on his desk, Dr. Victor Sutherland. He was very kind to me. Kindness goes a long way. If you’ve got a three/six year old child who loves poem, or doesn’t know they do, try this. Chances are they will like it.
The Doctor – Anonymous
He comes with mother up the stair,
And by my bed he takes a chair,
And says in such a twinkly way,
‘And how’s the invalid to-day?’
He sees my tongue, he sees my throat;
He has a thing inside his coat
With which he listens at my chest;
And that is what I like the best.
He often makes me stay in bed,
When I would rather play instead,
And gives me horrid things to take,
In bottles that you have to shake.
And yet I really never mind,
Because he is so very kind.