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Codliver Oil
There was nothing my mother believed in more than cod-liver oil. It was
the first thing that my brother and I tasted every single morning. Our
bowls of porridge would be in front of us at the table, we each had a
spoonful of porridge already hovering in front of our face, ready to shove
it in as soon as we downed the huge spoonful of cod-liver oil. Yuck! It
was vile, horrible stuff. I dreaded this morning ritual, and it went on
for years.
When I was about 7 or 8, we got a reprieve; cod-liver oil became available
in capsule form. That was much better. I was a curious kid, so it is not
surprising that wondered about the cod-liver oil capsules. I was very
thankful for them, but I didn’t know if they were solidified cod-liver
oil or if they were a jelly type substance with a drop of cod-liver oil
inside.
One rainy afternoon I decided to investigate, it must have been a Tuesday,
because my mum always did the washing on Mondays and the ironing on Tuesdays.
On this day she was standing in front of the fire in the living room,
doing the ironing. Our living room looked really nice, my mum had just
finished putting up new wallpaper. It had been a big job, she had stripped
off all the old wallpaper and put up the new wallpaper all by herself.
The pre-glued wallpaper had not been invented yet so it was quite a production
to get the job done. It was worth it though, my mum really proud of the
great job she had done. The living looked so fresh with new wallpaper
it had beige background with white flowers.
On this particular Tuesday, while mum ironed, I sat on the floor rummaging
through the sideboard. We kept all sorts of odds and ends in the sideboard,
from sticky tape to, playing cards, to the bottle of brandy, that was
kept for an emergency, which never happened. The cod-liver oil capsules
were kept in there too. I decided to settle my curiosity about whether
they were solidified oil or whether there was a drop of oil inside. I
squeezed the capsule to find out. I found out.
There is oil inside!
A blotch of oil appeared on the new wallpaper, just above my mum’s head.
I watched in horror as it grew bigger and bigger. I looked at mum who
was staring in astonishment at the sheet on the ironing board. Another
oil spot had landed there and was spreading out right before her eyes.
Mum looked at me, and then she followed my gaze to the wallpaper.
Oh boy! Who would ever believe that one little cod-liver oil capsule
could do so much damage, the oil on the wall was now about 4 inches in
diameter. There were many times that my mum became angry with me, and
I expected to be in really big trouble this time. I don’t know why she
took it as calmly as she did, maybe it was an area that was easy to redo,
or maybe she knew she had enough wallpaper to fix it. All I know is that
I got away with it. She didn’t even yell at me! After a few days, to my
relief, mum tore off the oil spotted wallpaper and put up some new paper.
My crime was erased and our living room looked great again.
I still hate codliver-oil.
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My Mum passed away in 2000. She had suffered a stroke seven years before
that, and was unable to do the creative things she used to do.
The one thing she did love to do was remember happier days. We talked
endlessly about the times when I was child and she a was young woman.
I was able to clarify a lot of my memories during our long conversations.
We are both very good at talking.
Now that she is gone, I am still reminiscing. It comforts me to write
those memories down.
Thankyou for taking the time to read my little stories
Jennifer
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In my search for vintage children’s’ wallpapers I have
come across some designs that I remember from my childhood.

This 1940’s-50’s blue wallpaper. Took my breath away when
I first came across it. The same wallpaper was on my cousin’s bedroom
walls, I was whisked back to a happy memory of she and I in her room,
playing with paper dolls.
Just like music and certain smells, patterns and designs
can jog our memories. I wish that I could add a texture to the printables
because I remember this particular wallpaper had a bumpy bubbly texture.
To the best of my knowledge the dates for the vintage
children’s printable wallpaper are correct.
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Restoring old family photographs is a passion for me. Restoring old
wallpaper in order to make dollhouse wallpaper is an extension of that
hobby.


To clean up a wallpaper like the one above can be painstaking work.
The background is so discoloured that the only thing to do is to erase
it. What a huge difference there is when it is all cleaned up click
here to go to my photo restoration

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