Dad’s Infamous Vapo Smear!

“Like everybody else, when I don’t know what else to do, I seem to go in for catching colds.”  ~ George Jean Nathan

Catching a cold is the body’s way of telling you to take it slow and chill out for a few days, because it’s ALL about them.  Colds remind me of spoiled rotten brats, and they like to show up with their entire entourage: body aches, snotty noses, fever, chills and chest congestion  — sometimes the whole damn brat-pack pays you a visit.

(ITALIAN LESSON – Fever = febbre)

Vicks Vapo Rub

Now my Sicilian grandmother (Nonna in Italian) often covered me from head-to-toe with raw potatoes (an “old world cure”), but in our household Vicks Vaporub was the ticket.  “Noooooooooooooooo, not the VICKS, dad!”  I’d shout out when Dad came to my room with that funky little blue jar in hand, ready to rub its pungent menthol-scented goop onto my chest as he tucked me in for the night.  Now that part I loved, but what came next was the WORST!  Dad would take an extra dollop of Vicks goop, smear his finger in it and rub it SMACK DAB under my nose! It was like the “Dirty Sanchez” of cold and flu season!

Tonight I’ll be sure to give myself a good ol’ smear — which, along with my stuffy nose — will bring me some fond memories of Dad. ♥

I love you Dad, and I miss you beyond words.

Dad & Me

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