Rev. Huey Wood
As a lad, growing up out in the country during the Depression years, we did not have access to medical doctors for all our ills. Our doctor was Mom, and she had a home remedy for everything. If we got a bad cold, it was the "Vick's salve treatment." If we got a splinter or brier in a foot, it was a strip of fat meat, and it drew it right out.
But on this day, it was another story. We were working in the field when Uncle Price and Aunt Matt Chism came by in their wagon and stopped for a visit. The old folk were sitting under the shade tree at the end of the rows and we kids were playing chase under another shade tree when I attempted to jump over a plow.
I didn't make it and cut a large gash in my left leg. Aunt Matt was a heavy user of snuff, and she took that snuff bottle and filled that gash with snuff and then wrapped my leg with a part of her apron with instructions to wear it for a few days.
Well, my leg did heal in time. But, as I have said, I remember that ever-so-often my leg would have a tingling feeling, and I thought it was trying to spit.
Prayer: Our Father, help us see that you are always for us. Amen
©2002 Huey Wood