Mustard Plaster Recipe: This is made of different strengths, depending upon the length of time it is desired to keep it
on and the sensitiveness of the skin.
1. Equal parts of mustard and flour.
2. One of mustard and two of flour.
3. One of mustard and three or four of
flour. White of an egg added makes it better and not so blistering.
A paste is made with warm water and spread between the layers of muslin and left on no longer than ten minutes. When the skin is red remove the plaster. This is used when you wish a quick counter-irritation.
The above recipe for a mustard plaster - a very commonly used home remedy in the early to mid 20th century - was taken from the medical volume of
The People's Home Library: A Library of Three Practical Books; sold door-to-door by salesmen, published by the
R.C. Barnum company, "...a well-known subscription book company at that time." Many is the time I watched my mother make mustard plasters, sometimes for
my father, and sometimes even for me (and this was in the 1960s yet...) When I was small, I tended towards chestiness, and had more than my share of terrible colds, flu, chicken pox, measles, not to mention ear and tooth aches.
My mother nursed me very well through them all, with help from my grandmother who lived nearby, this book, her own common sense, and experience. It may have been old-hat by then, but old tech doesn't mean irrelevant or outdated. Sometimes the old cures are very effective.
My Grandma bought a 1920 edition of the first in the series, called
The People's Home Medical Book, by T.J. Ritter, MD. It described Dr. Ritter as a "...Graduate of both the
allopathic and
homeopathic schools; formerly asst. to the Chair of the Theory and Practice of Medicine, Michigan State University, Ann Arbor, Mich."
My Mother grew up under the care of Grandma using the advice of that book, together with her own common sense. In turn, my own family, including myself, came under it's influence in due time. Where some may have learned about human anatomy from National Geographic or girlie magazines, I learned from the People's Home Library.
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As I raised my own children, I didn't have the book to refer to, but I remembered my mother's examples, and carried on the tradition of common sense home nursing care, and not running to a doctor every time my children sneezed. I provided simple but effective remedies like gargling with warm salt water when there was a sore throat, providing a comforting (and chest/nose opening) warm 'steamer' (aka vaporizer) at night when they slept, had oil of cloves on hand for tooth aches and ear aches, etc.
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I also learned some interesting facts of life from my Mom's Bible, which was illustrated in color with reproductions of famous painter's renditions of scenes from the Bible. I must admit that I was, even at a tender age, very appreciative of the curve of the nearly nude derriere of Samson as he pushed the mill stone around...but that's another topic altogether!
I was about 6 years old, and I was really mad at my mother. I don't remember why I was mad, but I was so upset that I wanted her to be very worried about me.
As a little girl, wandering around the garden, pastures, and ditches of our property, I would come across them on the many milk weeds scattered around. There was no missing them, with their bright colors; Deep oranges, dramatically-outlined by black, wings catching your eye in bright morning sun.
When I was growing up, I would often overhear my grandmother and mother talking out loud to themselves. They'd count up something, make an oral mental note, mutter an exclamation or make a declaration, shoo away a pet, scold a child - and at other times, deal with a frustration by 'talking it out', out loud. That doesn't even count all the singing, humming, Irish 'diddly-dee'ing', or whistling. Some of it I suspect was just to deal with the continual work that never seemed to end, or the solitary nature of the majority of their long days. Whatever the reason, I grew up around hearing them vocalizing their thoughts, and felt it the most normal thing in the world to do.
