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Home Remedies Again

Dear Ladies,

Just got Jim off to work. Oh, now I gotta put the dog out… be right back. Daisey, if she could talk, would tell you all of the home remedies I have used on her. Well, she has never been to the vet and she is twelve years old.

Anyway, on a more serious note. I wanted to write about how to care for sick little ones. Some of you Mothers I am probably insulting by telling you the obvious. Please forgive me and bear with me. I know most of you are good and caring mothers. But I have seen mothers who, when their babies are sick, they don’t care for them. I see them out at the grocery store. The children’s baby cheeks are bright red with fever and their eyes watery. They are, of course, crying and fussy. Mother is telling them they are just whiners. The mother has no compassion for her own little baby. Maybe Mother is treated like this at home by her husband when she is sick… and that is so sad.

Sure, maybe you have to take your baby to the store because you have no one to watch him. But please, Mother, do this with wisdom. Dress him warm and give him a little toy to play with while you shop. Put a blanket in the grocery cart and a little pillow so that he can lay down if he needs to. Maybe pack a little sippy cup of juice… and shop quickly and get only what you have to have. Tylenal is always good for a fever. To me, this is such an easy answer and would make him feel so much better. And you may say, “Well, everyone at the store will think I am nuts, bringing a blanket and a pillow and laying it in the grocery cart.”

Well, I will tell ya two things I have learned to say as a mother. “NO” and “I could care less.” I mean, no one has a right to invade your private family circle. No one has the right to come to your home uninvited when your children are sick and they need your attention. You can mix herbs and Home Remedies all day long Mothers, but if you have no bedside manners, that baby won’t get well.

I have been cared for by an older relative when I was sick. She used that time, as I was flat on my back, to tell me all the things she was afraid to tell me while I was well. I have to laugh about it now and I have forgiven her, of course. She didn’t know the Lord. And yet, a child will not get well quicker because we tell them to. We need to be extra patient with them.

And, Mother, this is the time, by your example, to teach your little men to have compassion and to respect their Mother and women in general… his wife some day. As your little girl is sick, your example will teach her to care for her own family when she is a mother. And, Mothers, some day those little ones will grow up and care for you in your old age. Teach them well now if you want to be cared for with dignity in your old age.

I often think of the story of the mouse and the lion. How a mouse got caught in a trap and a lion set him free. The mouse said that he was so thankful and some day he would be there to help the lion. Of course, the lion roared with laughter to think a little mouse could ever help him in time of peril. But a trapper came and wounded the lion and caught him in a net. The little mouse came and chewed the net until the lion could get out of the net safely. I often think of this story when I entertain a little neighor child in my home who was kicked out of school because of misbehavior. God sees us Mothers and He sees us in secret. He knows our hearts and judges our intentions.

Well, duty calls.

Love,
Connie

Old Home Remedies

Dear Ladies,

Got my Jim off to work and I’m back to share some family home remedies.

When raising my babies, I was always just an old fashioned mother. What was good for my great grandmother was good enough for me. I always made sure my children were dressed warm when they went out in the cold. And at night in the winter time, I would wake up and check them to make sure they were warm.

Hats, Ladies… the children need their hats. Ear achs are caused from children being out in the cold without their hats. I never had to take any of my six children to the doctor for earaches. Even in the spring or the summer, for that matter, when the children were babies, we mothers put hats on their heads. They were nylon and light weight for the warm weather. I mean, if there was a wind blowing, we never allowed the wind to enter our babies’ ears.

If the children did get an earache in the winter, I would use sweet oil dropped into their ears. Dan would come in bawling after playing outside in the snow. “Mom, my ear hurts.” I would help him get his wet clothes off and put his mittens and hat on the hot air register. I would stop what I was doing and put my attention on Danny.

“Come on, Danny, I will sit with you and put the oil in your ear.” I would sit on the couch with a bed pillow on my lap. He would lay down with the hurting ear up and the well ear resting on the pillow. Then I would pour a little sweet oil into his ear, and then I would have a warm wash cloth ready for him to hold over his ear. I had him lay there for maybe a half an hour, so that the oil would go down deep in his ear. It always worked for us. Of course, I always prayed for him, too.

But we never had health insurance so we had to do the home remedies. We still don’t have insurance and we are hardly ever sick. I believe that prevention is the key to keeping children well. I never really allowed sick children around my children, either. And if one of my children were sick, I made sure no one else drank out of the same cup as the sick child had. I am really particular about that still.

I made my own cough syrup and it really works. It’s all natural so you can take it every half hour if you need to until the child’s coughing stops. Just take a jar and fill it half full with the Real Lemon in the green bottle at the store? Then fill your jar the rest of the way with honey, shake it up really well, and that is it. I would give my children a few tablespoons of it at a time.

And if my children were sick, we didn’t go anywhere. If my children got really sick, I always went in another room and cried. They were so close to me. The out of town children still call me if they are real sick. But if the children were sick, it was a really sober time for me, especially. I would just lay my life down and care for my children. Of course Papa had to go to work so he couldn’t nurse them, but I could and I did.

If it had been life and death, we would have taken them to the doctor but it never came to that. Our first three, I took to the doctor because we could. We had insurance. But the second three, I didn’t. My last three children never have been to the doctor for common colds or viruses. Mary had to go earlier this year for an asthma attack. I could have doctored her at home but she was scared, and so we had to go.

Another home remedy, and then I should close and get Mary up for school. For asthma attacks, this is what I used to do with Mary. She would, as a child, start to get hyper and then get short of breath. I would make her calm down and would give her a pain reliever and that would stop it.

Love,
Connie

Psalm 91:5 Terror by Night

Dear Ladies of Courage,

Last night the enemy tried to really put fear in my heart. Because I am the weaker vessel, sometimes I get fearful. First I get real tired, and then confused, and then the fear comes. I feel out of control, like I won’t be able to handle the day to day business of my life.

This is what the Lord told me to set me free. He said, “Connie, remember your anchor… the scriptures on Keepers at Home. Remember your marriage covenent. Lay your life over the top of this covenent box. Protect your covenent as if it was life and death. Remember your visions… the seeds of hope God has given you. Protect your visions until they grow as a seed planted. Hang on and stay under Jim… he is your cover under God. He is appointed to lead and guide you. His love covers you. Don’t be afraid.”

When the outside world tries to come inside us and starts moving the furniture around, it is time to shut the door on our hearts and set things right again. The wise woman builds her own house and she gives a portion to her maidens… or to the world. A wise woman’s meek and quiet spirit is her place of privacy. It’s HER….. and what makes HER unique. That meek and quiet spirit is her garden in her chest. Can you feel it? It lives and is physically alive.

We often put our hands, as mothers, over our chests when we speak of fear. We are trying, with our hands, to comfort our hearts. We are trying to guard our hearts, our spirits, with our hands. We are hand maidens called to work with our hands. We build and protect with our hands.

Our garden in our bosom has the family name on it, the family dreams in it, and visions. The best things we can give the world are the seeds that have come to fruitation in this garden. In other words, answered prayers planted and nourished and watered until they grow and produce miracles in Jesus’ name.

My Jim is a miracle. He was a seed planted by God in my heart. Did Satan try to steal the marriage covenent out of my heart? Yes, millions of times. How many times did I want to give up? No exaggeration… millions of times. But did I let Satan into my heart? No… a million times… No. Now my precious Jim maintains himself without so much prayer as I once had to pray. Now he is getting his place with God and is valuable to God.

But as my friend Mary at age 71 tells me, nothing changes. We never somehow arrive as mothers. Once we pray one family member through, we turn around and find we have more souls to pray through.

But we give to the world out of our wombs as most of the women in the Bible did. And as Satan continually fought Mary to get to Jesus or to get to her seed, we Marys fight the same battles. Satan wants our seeds, too. But more than that, he wants to invade our gardens. Our visions are growing there. He wants the meek and quiet spirit within us. Through persecution and the trial of this life, he wants to make our hearts, as mothers, hard and dry and full of fear so that we will abort the seeds GOD has planted in our hearts.

Our visions are powerful and precious to God. Never let the devil keep you down, ladies. It’s not who you are but who you think you are in God. Because faith is a substance… we can feel that, too. When something comes over you after you have prayed and it says, “Everything is alright”… That is the substance of faith, the PEACE God gives you, that you have won the victory.

We are Sarah’s daughters if we are not afraid with any amazement. Dear Daughters of Courage, protect your hearts, for out of it are the issues of your family’s life and, ultimately, the world’s life in CHRIST.

A Snowy Morning

Dear Christmas Ladies,

It snowed just a little the other morning. But last night it really snowed. As I look out my window as I write, I see the fluffy white glistening snow. The great equalizer. Now my messy yard is hidden and it looks like every one elses.

My lights sparkle in the window and the old fashioned candles stand awaiting Christmas.

Early this morning before Jim got up, I straightened everything and made it look pretty for him. I like to send him off to work with a joyful flavor of Christmas. I have a little angel lamp next to the manger scene. I try to have it all turned on when he gets up. Then, of course, the table is set with a Christmas candle.

Yesterday I fixed chili for supper and our little neighbor girl Heather, age 8, stopped to visit. I fixed elephant ears to go with our soup. I had been busy with Christmas things yesterday and I didn’t have the bread ready for supper, so I made elephant ears. I invited Heather for supper.

“Are those ears from a real elephant?” she asked me.

Of course, I wanted to say “Yes” and see how big of a story I could get away with. But, being in such a big hurry to get supper on, I refrained and told the truth. “No, Heather, they are just made from bread dough.”

Later on, after supper, I walked Heather home. “Connie, wait. Can you tell my Dad how to make elephant ears?” So I told him my recipe.

It is very easy. When you are making your yeast raise bread? … and you need some bread for supper in a hurry? … this is what you do.

Just take a wad of dough about the size of a dinner roll. Take your rolling pin and roll it out paper thin on a floured surface … so it looks like a large pancake. Then fry it on a hot griddle or frying pan, like you do pancakes. They blister and bubble and are so tasty with hot soup. We butter ours while hot and sprinkle parmesan cheese on the top. Or for a quick dessert, sprinkle cinnamon and sugar on it. Mary and Heather had them both ways last night.

Then after supper I made a coffee cake with the rest of the dough. I just put a thin layer of dough in a pan and sprinkled it with cinnamon and sugar. Then I put another layer on the top and sprinkled that with cinnamon and sugar. I let it rise; then I baked it. Jim ate a lot of that as soon as it was out of the oven. I was surprised he did after eating that big elephant ear and several bowls of chili.

Nancy from Above Rubies ask for my pumpkin bread recipe, so here it is.

1 cup of melted shortening
3 cups of sugar
4 eggs
one can of pumpkin
a cup of water

Just beat this all up. Then add:

3 and a half cups of flour
2 tsp of baking soda
1 tsp of salt
1 and a half tsp. baking powder
1 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp ground cloves
1 tsp nutmeg

Mix it all up and put in your greased bread pans. Makes about two large loaves. Bake at 350 degrees for an hour or until done.

Well duty calls. Got to get Mary started with school.

Love,
Connie

 
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