A Cordiall Water: A Garland of Odd & Old Receipts to Assuage the Ills of Man or Beast
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“Myself, I do not know enough to say how or why one certain weed will calm a fever in a sick dog or antelope, nor can I guess what tells the beasts about that weed... All I can do is wonder, and everything that I have remembered and recorded here has made me do that.”
For years Mary Fisher has been collecting lore about odd restoratives and remedies—medicines, nostrums, herbs, oils, powders, charms, poultices, liquors, brews and miscellaneous cure-alls for coughs, colds, sore throats, poisons, “consumpshuns,” freckles and warts, nosebleeds, bites of insects and mad dogs, burns, rashes, rheumatism, excess weight, chills, fevers, indigestion, hangovers, impotence, “lowness of Spirrits,” and wounds incurred in the mating season.
Now she tells us about the origins, applications and apparent effectiveness (or ineffectiveness) of these unusual “receipts” in a group of essays in which wonder and wisdom, nostalgia and quiet humor are the main ingredients. Mrs. Fisher early developed a skepticism about much of what we call the art of medicine and a suspicion of such things as “miracle drugs” and our bland acceptance of them. Out of this grew a consciousness of “the basic simplicity of caring for the human body.”
Her lore comes from myriad places and people—an Italian raised in the Brazilian jungle, Provence, where the people find some quality of cure in almost every flower and leaf, a Spanish barman, a journal kept by a London apothecary in Shakespeare’s time, Mexico and various parts of the United States from New England to California, a beautiful French actress, a runaway from a Kansas farm, and Mrs. Fisher’s own great-grandmother.
“There is no doubt,” M. F. K. Fisher writes, “that much of what we know of medicine comes from very ancient times, and from the birds and animals that we have watched.”
M.F.K. Fisher
Mary Frances Kennedy Fisher (1908–1992) was one of the greatest American writers of the twentieth century. At the age of twenty-one she moved from America to France, where she tasted real French cooking for the first time, and it inspired a prolific writing career centred on a new way of thinking about food and travel. She was a regular contributor to the New Yorker, Gourmet and Vogue, and is the author of twenty-seven books of food, memoir and travel, many of which have become classics. These include Consider the Oyster, How to Cook a Wolf and The Gastronomical Me.
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A Cordiall Water - M.F.K. Fisher
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A Cordiall Water
A GARLAND OF ODD & OLD RECEIPTS TO ASSUAGE THE ILLS OF MAN OR BEAST
BY
M. F. K. FISHER
Table of Contents
Contents
Table of Contents 4
DEDICATION 5
INTRODUCTION 6
I 8
II 12
III 14
IV 17
V 20
VI 22
VII 27
VIII 31
IX 37
X 39
XI 41
XII 44
XIII 49
XIV 51
XV 54
XVI 57
XVII 61
XVIII 62
XIX 64
XX 65
XXI 68
XXII 72
XXIII 74
XXIV 76
CONCLUSION 79
REQUEST FROM THE PUBLISHER 81
DEDICATION
For
ELEANOR KASK FRIEDE
INTRODUCTION
We have medicines to make women speak; we have none to make them keep silence.
ANATOLE FRANCE
THIS book is a collection of odd and old receipts to cure the ills of people and animals, mostly told to me by the believers.
There is no doubt that much of what we know of medicine comes from very ancient times, and from the birds and animals that we have watched. Myself, I do not know enough to say how or why one certain weed will calm a fever in a sick dog or antelope, nor can I guess what tells the beasts about that weed, any more than I can recite the new fine names for its magical components on a box of costly fever pills from a modern laboratory. All I can do is wonder, and everything that I have remembered and recorded here has made me do that.
It is easy to paraphrase a good saying, and the better the saying, the easier...as well as the harder to disguise. I could not presume to hide the fact that I am deliberately misquoting George Orwell’s deathless motto about equality when I state that all books are written with a purpose but some with less purpose than others. This book of odd restoratives and remedies started with almost none, unless it was to put some order in my desk as well as my thoughts.
For a long time I have been noting strange things people have told me about illness and health. And recipes in old books would startle me by their foolishness and their faith; labels from old bottles and pillboxes, and clippings from newspapers, collected as if by themselves...and suddenly, in a move from one place to another, I saw that I had a disordered drawerful spilling from the table, fluttering in my thoughts. Innate tidiness stepped in, at least to help me make room for more.
At first I was interested as to why I had thought this or that hoarded note was worth its paper, and if there seemed no answer, it was thrown away.
Then I was astonished and dismayed to realize my growing confusion about how to classify all the cuttings and scribbled comments which I had collected for so many years with such careless compulsion. When does the ounce of prevention that is said to be worth a pound of cure stop being preventive and become restorative? What is the difference, then, between a cure and a remedy? Semantic dangers menaced me, and I groaned in the trap I had sprung on myself, as words like panacea and drug and nostrum took on sharper, meaner outlines. Who can say, still, whether Mother Periwinkle’s Miracle Salve is a nostrum, a piece of arrant quackery, or a bit of instinctive folk medicine? Where, most of all, is the fine line that separates scientific from religious healing?
It has been exciting to knit into some kind of pattern all these phisical receipts,
as the old cookery books called them, and while I have found it impossible, for instance, to keep all the ones with liquor in them apart from the ones concerning alcoholic as well as actual snakebite, still I have managed with some license to separate the sheep from the men, and even the men from the mandrakes.
Best of all, I have made a few things clearer to myself, at least.
One is that we have long known and used much that the birds and beasts have taught us.
Another is that the great difference between our folk medicine and theirs is that we need, being men, to mix faith with our healing. We need to trust something unknown, and to count on more than the actuality of a potion in the cup, a pill on the tongue.
Animals go without any mystical query to the water or mud or herb that will help them, and as far as we can tell they do not question their going, nor pray to be led, nor offer thanks when they are better. Neither do they need our aid, except of course when we have caged and domesticated them past their own help. But we need them and learn ceaselessly from them.
All this is good to realize. It seems to bring natural order and even common sense into our acceptance of medical help, so that, being men, we can concoct trustingly from an Elizabethan herbal a drink which animals would create within themselves by eating various roots and flowers and leaves. We believe its claims, which although perhaps somewhat longer than others made in this little book of mine, are in reality not much different from them:
To Make a Cordiall Water good against any Infections, as ye Plague, Poxe, Measles, burning feaver, & to remove any offensive or Venemouse Matter from ye Hart or Stomach, or to be used after surfetts or in Passion of ye Mother, or for Children in fitts of Convulsions, & is generally Good to Comfort or strengthen Nature.
I
Be favorable to bold beginnings.
VIRGIL
FROM the first it has been as puzzling for me as it is for most people to separate myth and religion from medical reality.
There was a little stranger in the second grade, a quiet child who came and then went away without leaving any friends except perhaps me. I remember her always, though, for two good reasons.
She lived in a house that still haunts me pleasurably, a wooden shack built and abandoned by early California Mexicans, with their bare pressed earth around it instead of grass, and cactuses along the edge of the plot in a ferocious and noble fence, and eucalyptus trees rearing airy-fairy above it as they used to there. This place was away from our prim town, up a dirt road and into a little canyon, and it seemed enviably romantic to me to think, when I saw Bertha slip in her gray, silent way into the classroom, that she had come down the deserted dusty road, so different from sidewalks, and had closed behind her the door of the shack that I had often spied on from higher in the hills because it was so much more beautiful than the straight houses we lived in.
And she wore around her neck a bag of assafeddity.
Its rank garlicky smell was perhaps what first drew me to her. It reminded me a little of my half-Mexican friend Gracie. I missed her that year. She was temporarily away from Whittier while her father was in jail again or her mother had another baby or something like that. Gracie had a very strong, fine smell, predominantly garlic and to me seductively unlike the pale odor of bath powder of the little girls I was supposed to play with. But Bertha’s smell was not healthy like Gracie’s.
It had a bitterness to it, rather rancid, and when I discussed this casually with my mother, she laughed in a vague remembering way and said to see if my new friend did not wear a little cloth bag hanging under her dress around her neck. And so she did. During recess we went down to the dim toilets together, and quietly she showed it to me...gray gray...even her skin in that light was the color of her woolen dress, her underwear, the soft little bag like a dead field mouse on a string.
The smell was stifling, but I sniffed deeply of it, so foreign to everything I had been taught to accept as Only.
It would keep away fevers, she whispered gently to me. It would protect her, because, and she bade me come very close to see, it was in a little sack on which there smiled, through the grime, the printed face of the Virgin Mary. It has been blessed, Bertha said, and she slipped the foul-smelling thing out of sight again.
I felt puzzled but reassured, perhaps because she was so sure about it. I reported to my mother that yes, it was assafeddity
all right, but for reasons which I did not wonder about then, I forgot to say anything about the picture of the Blessed Virgin, and we agreed laughingly that surely no disease would get past that