When I was young, we never went to the doctor or the chemist to get any medicines or tablets. If any of us kids had a sore throat, or a cough, or a cold, Dad would give us a spoonful of sugar with a few drops of kerosene on it. That's all we ever got to treat a cold. Dad used kero to cure a lot of things. He put it on cuts and scrapes, too. One time he had a cut on his finger and it got infected. So he wrapped it up in a lump of kerosene-soaked rag. He sat up in bed to have a smoke and lit his pipe, but he caught this kerosene rag alight, too. He come flying out of the bedroom yelling, “I’m alight! I’m alight!” and bloody flames were shooting off his finger. I’m buggered if I know how he put it out now, 'cause we were laughing so much. He never had any pants on, just his shirt.
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Kathy Turner-Hartley
10/8/2013 07:59:11 pm
Dad recons they don't make Kero like they used to. He was telling me not so long ago that the stuff you get today will kill you, but the stuff they had back then was good.
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Gwenda ALlen
10/13/2013 07:17:30 pm
My Dad spoke of this cure being used in his family as a boy- we were horrified as we lived in the age of Doctors calling at the house on the farm. These days are now past as well.
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7/8/2014 12:17:09 am
While I am not dissing Dad for adding a bit of sugar to his meal, I am merely ecstatic that I am now moving beyond the dangerous territory of sugar filled land mines. I can now TASTE the flavours as they are meant to be enjoyed. This is awesome!
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Jacqui Halpin
7/8/2014 06:41:27 am
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