by Ada
(Alliston)
As a child growing up on a farm stepping on a rusty nail seemed to be a right of passage every summer. My father would make a bread and milk poultice, wrap my foot (or that of one of my sibblings) in a cloth holding the poultice in place and by morning the throbbing and painful nail puncture would be infection and pain free. I don't know how it worked but it really did. Try telling that to the modern parents of today and they'd probably laugh at you. There was no rush to the doctor for a tetnus shot just back to play as usual. Thanks Dad, I miss you!