Chapter 1
My tonsils have decided to rebel against the shabby treatment they’ve been given and have gone to war with each other.
Poor dears! They do have to live so close to each other and then with all this changing weather it’s hard for them to remain happy.
So, they’re fighting each other while I try to drown them both in medication.
Sounds almost like my biggest problem might be acute hypochondria.
That’s what I tell my daughter she is ailing with most of the time when she complains.
Speaking of that DREAD disease—hypochondria—which is curable with little white sugar pills, I remember once when the really tragic and then almost uncurable disease called cancer first came to the public eye.
There was something, then, about the skin turning yellowish when you GOT IT! !
Mother was no different than a large percent of all the other women in town. She fussed, fumed, worried and imagined her hands were turning to that awful color.
Being the ornery kids we were we decided to give her something REAL to worry about.
Every night after my sister washed dishes she would put a few drops of yellow food coloring on the cold-water handle.
Invariably Mother would wash her hands when she came from milking the cow.
Just enough of the color stayed on her hands to give her a yukky yellow cast.
It did the trick! She had it! No doubt about it!
Just when she was thoroughly convinced and self-diagnosed, we stopped putting the food coloring on the tap.
CURED!! Instantly cured of the shocking disease and she was going to live after all.
Then the full impact of NOT dying and HAVING to finish raising three devilish young’uns came as a sudden blow. She was quite depressed for a time!
At least my tonsils are a nice shade of red—not yellow. Now if maybe this abominable weather would cooperate just a little bit, they would turn their normal color. But just to be on the safe side I don’t keep YELLOW food coloring at my house!!!