Castor oil administration. The Blalock Mansion on 7th Street in Port Edwards was an orphanage in the tough years of the Great Depression, the mansion held as many as 30 kids. Boys and girls, each on a separate floor. It was in the interest of Wood County to keep them healthy, and what better way to do it than a daily dose of castor oil.
Nurse Constance gave a special hoot, a yippy tai aye, and the boys lined up.
“Stay on the line, stay on the line. Remember to keep the spoon clean, so after you take the castor oil, I’ll rub the spoon front and back on your sweater to get rid of the germs. If you drop the spoon, wipe it on your socks before giving it back to me. Stop giggling, you act like this is your first time.”
The group, nervous and excited, lined up but always had to look to see if anyone gagged or spit it out.
Jessie, Brad, Rick, Timmy, Dan, Jack, Wayne, Ralph, Amos, Luke, Mark, and Richie were all there. Karl was still sick, laying in the med room. Nurse Constance told the boys that Karl didn’t always swallow his medicine so that’s why he got sick.