13andbored

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A blog that feels like an attic, worth regular visits I think.


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­These old cards caught my eye because I
have my own tragic story of skin disease.

My mother has told this over and over:

As a baby, I had the worst case of eczema doctors had ever seen.
When she had to take me on a bus other mothers
moved away, muttering that we were dirty.
When she got off the bus she broke down and cried.

The doctor told her that if it was any comfort
to her I would grow up to have beautiful skin.

And so I did. Or will.

I don't remember the worst of it myself; this is Mum's story.
But as a kid I always seemed to have rashes behind my
knees, and they were both itchy and embarrassing.
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At night white gloves were put on me and my hands
tied to the bed so I wouldn't scratch there.

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­*­  In which Grandpa gets on his
high horse and rides off in all directions.


*Raises eyeballs*


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Pickett aided by Judefa v Aunty Tindink aided by Clogiron.

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I am obligated to side with the right here even if I think
they're wrong, blood being thicker than water.­

­­­­Been over at Jo's -- a cool Sunday thing to do.Brought back some souvenirs!­­­­­