That is funny! My Grandma Janecek did this, too.
Kerosene was always the treatment of choice!!
--- Susan Rektorik Henley <srektorik@...
> My Grandfather seemed to consider kerosene as the
> first line of treatment for many problems.
> And, as our house was within walking distance of his
> on our farm, the grandchildren spent a great deal of
> time over at the place of our grandparents. Grandpa
> was usually outside sitting in a medal yard chair in
> the shade. He kept a .22 rifle close at hand to shot
> sparrows that flocked to the tree oasis in the
> middle of miles of field. (He also kept cases of
> long-neck bottles of beer hidden around the wash
> house and other places. He would put several bottles
> in the chest freezer that was located in the wash
> house. From time to time, he would forget one was
> there and it would freeze and explode. Then when
> Grandma went out to get something from the freezer
> she would find the shattered bottle and comment,
> "THAT man!"
> Anyway, the old farmstead was a wonderful place at
> which to be a kid. There wash the large barn with
> storage rooms and a stable; the old hog and sheep
> pens no longer used and grown up into a thicket of
> Chinese crab apple trees; the horse trough filled
> with large gold fish, the shade of the huge fig tree
> next to the cypress water cistern, etc. Inevitably,
> one of us would get cut. I recall being quite small
> and ripping a deep gash across a knee on rusty barb
> wire. When Grandpa saw it, he set me down on an old
> wooden table outside the wash house and poured
> kerosene on it. I recall it burned like fire. The
> wound probably could have used stitches but none
> were made. I had a scar from the incident until a
> few years ago.
> Another thing about my Grandpa was that he loved to
> fish. He would come back from fishing with a burlap
> sack of fish to be cleaned. The grandchildren would
> be summoned to "help" clean the fish and, all of a
> sudden, Grandpa would recall that he has something
> import to do (such as feeding the chickens) that
> just couldn't wait. Then, he would not be seen again
> until after all the fish were cleaned!
> Once while we were cleaning fish, I was running to
> get something, fell, and slid into the edge of a
> door on a shed. It sliced a deep hole in my
> forehead. As soon as I stood up, I had blood in my
> eyes. I recall being dazed. My sister, Judy, saw me,
> ran to me, grabbed me up, and carried me down the
> dirt road many yards to our house. I was taken to
> the hospital and my forehead stitched up.
> Years later when Judy and I discussed the incident,
> she told me she acted in the manner she did because
> she feared that Grandpa would "treat" my forehead
> wound with kerosene and it would leave a large scar.
> You see, Judy, was an out-of-door kid too and on
> several occasions, Grandpa had treated her wounds
> with kerosene too. It was her belief that although
> the kerosene stopped the bleeding, it also caused
> the wound to scar heavily...and she had large scars
> that would appear to evidence that.
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