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When I was a child growing up in the early 1900s, chemists did a roaring trade because they gave good advice free and doctors cost money.
There was a demand for Venos cough cure, Owbridges lung tonic and cherry lincture, particularly in the winter, the season of coughs and colds.
To clear a blocked up nose, Camphor oil (also known as camphorated oil) was rubbed onto our chests. Sometimes it was put onto a piece of flannel which was placed onto our chests.
For sore throats most people gargled with salt water. We had to be careful not to swallow it, though, as it could make people sick.
The cough sweets were rectangular linseed lozenges with their name imprinted on them. There were also eucalyptus gums. Both were rather hot but very pleasant.
Iodine was widely used as an antiseptic. When my father put this on our cuts and bruises, he would say, "Shout", because he knew it would sting, and shouting would release the tension. Iodine came in a small ridged bottle to indicate that it was poison and there was a dropper in the top.
For chapped hands, glycerine, cold cream or Vaseline were used. Children would often have scurf on their chins during winter, which I think was probably because we always washed ourselves in cold water and, as there was no toilet soap, we used houseful soap, like Sunlight.
For chilblains, there was Melrose, a cream with a very strong smell. Chilblains were very common in winter because there was no central heating.
When my parents wanted a laxative, they would take a dose of Glauber salts, Epsom salts or Beecham Pills.
It was fairly common practice just to go to a chemist saying that one was under the weather and needed a 'tonic'. Of course the reason could have been anything, but one was invariably given what turned out to be just to be a laxative. Years later it was accepted that there was no such thing as a 'tonic'.
In the Spring all the family would have have sulphur tablets which was said to be good for our blood. It was certainly a laxative as well, and the smells that it caused were most offensive.
We children would be given a dose of castor oil or syrup of figs once a week for our tummies. These too were laxatives and we were given them whether we needed them or not. For some reason, my mother always gave us the castor oil on Saturday bath night. Then on would go our clean night clothes. To see the castor oil slowly making its way down the bottle would make my tummy revolt, and my mother would give me a fixed look as much as to say, "Don't be sick". I have thought since, how stupid it was to put clean clothes on before the dose of castor oil.