Used to be,
that when in need of medicine or beauty products
we would walk to our local Apothecary….
in my mind I imagine them to be dimly-lit & clove-scented ~
quiet, dark & cool...
we would discreetly ask the pharmacist or druggist
for the perfect remedy for our situation…
were you suffering from hysteria?
bad nerves? baldness perhaps?
was your child unruly, coughing & colic-y?
beautifully bottled and displayed, but
most medicines contained cocaine, morphine, strychnine…
were you too skinny?
then you needed:
a visit to your local apothecary would ensure you a cure for your ailment…
|Tooth Powders, Pastes, Rub & Ointments ~ Anchovy Paste too!|
in our homes, we would also have
stocked to overfilling with the latest & greatest cure-alls at arms reach…
... long gone are the beautiful Spencerian scripted prescriptions
penned by our pharmacist's hand ~
today's medications are called in over the phone, emailed or faxed
then bottled up in an amber colored plastic bottle…
|be careful with this one….you might either get drunk or die.|