Malt, virol and cod liver oil!

[chrishall]

What was the thick white goo we were fed with a spoon? I think it was called 'emulsion', absolutely vile used to make me wretch badly, was followed up immediately with a welcome spoonful of malt to drown out the dreadful taste.

[mym8scallmeh]

Yes, all three; plus orange and Rose Hip Syrup. The trend in those days was to have bonnie (aka fat) babies, otherwise they were malnourished!

We used to have Rose hip syrup on our school rice pudding once a week it was lovely, apparently its mostly suger because the hips are very bitter or so I have been told. dread to think what damage it done to our teeth.

[victormh]

No one has mentioned Fennings Fever Cure !!

 

Grey Eminence - Made in Swallownest 1940 - living near Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

[tasha_78_1]

Virol, I remember that, I used to put it on my son`s dummy.......and he still has all his teeth!!!!

[hazel]

We used to collect Malt, Cod liver oil and Orange from the Clinic at Manor Top,

For some reason we had to pay in stamps which included then a walk to Intake Post Office.

A long walk there and back from Arbourthorne Rd for 2 young girls, I never fathomed out why the stamps.

Wasn't there also National dried Milk in large tins.

 

hazel

Nice word fathomed prob spelt wrong.

[SILLY]

We used to collect Malt, Cod liver oil and Orange from the Clinic at Manor Top,

For some reason we had to pay in stamps which included then a walk to Intake Post Office.

A long walk there and back from Arbourthorne Rd for 2 young girls, I never fathomed out why the stamps.

Wasn't there also National dried Milk in large tins.

 

hazel

Nice word fathomed prob spelt wrong.

 

We used to go to Manor Top clinic from Richmond as well. I don't really remember the stamps but wonder if they were proof of age for benefits or something like family allowance. I remember the big tins of milk though as I had a younger brother and it was baby milk but it tasted good when you dipped a wet finger in the tin.

[Kadogo]

I still enjoy a swig of Cod Liver Oil from the bottle - cracking ! There used to be a place near Heeley Baths where they dished it out, near the wash house.

[louan]

The third of a pint of milk was standard provision for school children up to Thatcher's time. During the mid '50s there must have been a milk shortage for a short time because instead of a bottle of milk we were given a packet of fruit flavoured milk tablets, similar to Horlicks tablets. If you didn't like the flavour given to you then you tried to swap with a mate. louan I'm sure you'd have preferred them to the liquid.

 

Can't remember milk tablets Echo Beach, but just about anything would be better than the milk, except cod liver oil, but we were made to drink it.

[Janner]

I have a vague memory of an aweful tasting concoction, it was an emulsion & was probably the worst thing I ever tasted.

[Plain Talker]

We used to go to Manor Top clinic from Richmond as well. I don't really remember the stamps but wonder if they were proof of age for benefits or something like family allowance. I remember the big tins of milk though as I had a younger brother and it was baby milk but it tasted good when you dipped a wet finger in the tin.

 

The Cow&Gate milk tasted ok like that (* she admits, quietly) when my middle sister was a baby in around 1966, (My mother also loved to pinch the dried milk) but the SMA stuff that my youngest sister was fed on in 1977 was nowhere near as nice.

 

I still enjoy a swig of Cod Liver Oil from the bottle - cracking ! There used to be a place near Heeley Baths where they dished it out, near the wash house.

 

We used to collect a very small bottle of vitamin drops, from the baby clinic on Broadfield Road when my youngest sister was tiny.

 

I remember the jars of malt and cod liver oil my mother used to dose us up on, she loved the stuff. I wasn't so keen.

 

She told me how, when she was young, she and her brother and sisters all had a jar each, labelled with their names on them. Her mother would give them all a spoonful every day.

 

My mother loved the stuff, and would sneak onto the cellar-head, taking a spoonful from each jar, to avoid one jar going down too fast and alerting my grandma from realising what my mother had done!