Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Remedies From 1910

c. 1910
The following "remedies" come straight from the book pictured above.  Most are ludicrous, a few plausible, none prescribed today.  All are entertaining, even humerous for us today and a part of our heritage and ancestry.  You may remember some of your own "old family remedies."  Feel free to share them in the comment box below.  I'd love to hear from you!

Remedy for Poison:

Kill a chicken and, while warm, cut open and lay upon wound, entrails and all, and it will draw out the poison.



Bruised plantain leaves.  (Actually, this plant has long been known for it's healing properties throughout the "old world," since well before Shakespeare)

Baking Soda
Lime (aka calcium oxide)
Turpentine
Ammonia
Clay
Olive Oil
Witch Hazel

Remedy for Burn:

Wood Soot and Fresh Lard



Castile Soap
Flour
Baking Soda
Alum
Cosmoline (rust-preventative)
Lime Water & Linseed Oil
Egg White
Alum, Lard, & Egg Whites
Charcoal
Scraped Potato
Glycerin
Alcohol (for carbolic acid burn)
Olive Oil and Camphor Gum
Egg White Froth and Lard

Remedy for Blister:




Tallow
Cabbage Leaves
Beeswax and Sweet Oil

Remedy for Wounds:



Tobacco and Salt
Onions and Salt
Salt and Lamp Oil
Sucking
Vinegar
Lemon Juice
Ice
Sage and Honey
Alum
Flour
Black Tea
Rosin
Charcoal
Cobwebs
Wood Ash
Brown Sugar
Sole Leather
Gun Powder
Salt Pork
Chloroform Liniment
Smoke from Live Coals
Copperas (iron sulfate) and Alum

Remedy for Hiccoughs:

"Boyling saltpetre"


Nitre (potassium nitrate, or saltpeter)
Chewing While Pressing Fingers in Ear
Vinegar and Sugar
Lemon Juice and Sugar
Mustard, Ginger, or Soda in Hot Water
Drink Through a Towel
Drink Water
Placing Two Fingers Together as Close as Possible without Touching
Swallowing
Baking Soda in Water
Startling

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