Monday, September 5, 2011
Here three empty bottles sit on a windowsill, having been drained many years ago. That one on the right reminds of a Father John's Medicine bottle. Growing up , it seemed to be the cure for any ill. If the tall brown bottle was out in plain view, you knew one of the kids was sick. It was a cough medicine that, for some reason, I always connected with Nana and her Canadian roots, but truth be known it had its birth in Lowell, Massachusetts way back in 1855. It was creamy and gave me the shivers going down. And yes, there really was a Father John. If you're a big fan of cod liver oil and licorice flavoring, this stuff is for you! What were you forced to endure for the common cold, fever, flu, headaches? Wow! When comes to illness, the power parents wield.