One Pharmacist’s View

When I was small my Grandma Armstrong would head out for the woods. No one seemed to be interested in what she was doing but she was out hunting plants. She would return with roots and such and make medicines out of them. She knew what she was doing I guess because along with her home remedies she knew what to do for a sick child and for that matter anyone who was sick. The stuff seemed to work. At least folks said it did. I know my grandma loved me better than anyone (so I supposed) but sometimes I hated to go to Lula because once the hugging was over (or was that my physical she was doing?) she seemed to sense something was wrong with me. And I don’t care to hear you say, “Well we all knew that.”