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Originally Posted by tomwed
a short nothing story
I am of Italian Cathilic dissent on my mother's side. My grandmother, Nonna that we pronounced Naa Naa because we are also of Jersey City dissent from time to time would help with the doctoring. I don't know what I had but I was little and it came with a high fever. My mother, mostly to please my grandmother tied fat onion slices to the bottom of my feet and the temperature went down. She also gave me St. Josephs for Children. It was equally effective which is probably why they made him a Saint..
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You know NOTHING? You sound like yous from J.C. I worked just off exit 14B. It’s really lovely this time of the year with the water smelling like Red Tide, The Colr of the air is appealing there also, an unusual shade of orange.
That’s a great fix Your Nana came up with. Mine would put Vick’s Vaporub on a spoon and shovel it in my mouth....Aah the good old days.
We were originally from South Orange but ended up in Florham Park and were accused by Nana of kid napping her and bringing her to The Country.
