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London's East End ... In sickness and in health.

by grumpus @ Monday, 09. Jul, 2007 - 13:43:02

During the war I think my whole family were obsessed with constipation and determined to avoid it at all costs. Every Friday night my brothers and sister and I joined Mum and Dad in the ritual taking of a dose of Brooklax to "keep us regular" whether we needed it or not. Brooklax was a laxative which came in the form of a miniature bar of chocolate. Mum would line us up and poke half a tiny square on each of our tongues. It tasted chocolatey and was actually quite a treat.

The other "medicine" she doled out at the same time was Cod Liver Oil and Malt, and Scotts Emulsion. The first came in a large jar and Mum would stick a dessert spoon into the thick brown tar-like goo and wind it up until a massive dollop formed and shove it into our open mouths. You had to hold the spoon and lick it clean before handing it back for the next dose. The Cod Liver Oil and Malt didn't taste too bad but the next one, Scotts Emulsion, was ghastly. It was an off-white thick liquid poured from a large bottle into the same dessert spoon and ladeled down our throats while we held our noses against the vile smell. We swallowed it quickly because it tasted of rotting oily fish, and each of us shuddered and nearly gagged as it went down. "It does you good!" snarled Mum, daring us to complain.

At Nan's house about one and a half miles away, they were slightly less concerned about constipation, but nevertheless always kept a ball of Doctor's Liquorice in case anyone got "bound up". This was a black gobstopper nearly the size of a golf ball which had laxative properties. It was kept in an open bowl on the dresser among a collection of other nick-nacks such as winkle pins, needles, buttons, pencils, string, nails, collar studs, etc. Anyone who felt in need of a bowel movement would take out the lump of Doctor's Liquorice, pick off any fluff or dead flies, suck it for a while for its laxative juices, and then return it to the bowl for the next person.

I used to climb up to the dresser and have a lick occasionally but only because I liked the taste!

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joebanglesjoebangles [Member]
2007-07-09 @ 17:15

Ah grumpus, memories are made of that post.

Your description of the malt spoon is spot on, it really took some hard licking.

I remember the name scotts emulsion but don't recall getting it, but I do recall going to the chemist and buying Senna pods that had too be soaked in water before you swallowed the vile liquid.

It reminds me that we had a niece staying with us for an evening who "stole" a small bar of chocolate from the fridge, we said nothing and handed her back to her parents when they came home, I'm glad that she wasn't staying with us that night.

Thanks Joe. Sounds like with your niece it was a case of "easy come, easy go!"

Luis [Visitor]

2007-07-10 @ 10:59

Hello...

I just bought a house in Blenheim Road, number 46. Do you know the story of the house? Did you gran lived nearby?

Do you know where can I find more info on the area?

Your blog is great!

Cheers,
Luis

Hi Luis,
Thanks for the comment and the compliment.
My grandparents lived on the opposite side of Blenheim Road between about 1905 and 1950. I will email you further details privately. I have not been down that road since the 1950's and my family moved to the other side of London in 1952, I keep promising myself a trip over there to see how the area has changed in a half century.

As I recall, the bomb site I played on as a child would be somewhere between numbers 30 and 40. I have had a look on Google Earth and it looks as if there may be 2 or 3 newer houses around that point.

Good luck with the new house!

bob Wyatt [Visitor]

2008-05-24 @ 00:31

Does anyone remember a street name in the Jewish quarter of the East End where there was a shop called W.Werner poultry dealer i think it was there in the 1950s, there was a cafe opposite, the poultry dealer was next door to a synagogue please help.

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