Monkey Blood – Stream of Consciousness Saturday SOCS – Mon
Today for SOCS our fearless leader, Linda, has asked us to write something with the letters ‘mon’ as part of a word, or not. Thanks, Linda!
There are so many words starting with ‘mon’, or have ‘mon’ in the word, that I was all over the place trying to settle on something. So here goes…
I don’t like monkeys of any kind, but I kept coming back to monkey as the subject.
Monkey Blood. Have you ever heard of that? It’s what we used to call the antiseptic liquid Mercurochrome. When we were kids, anytime we had a scrape or small cut, we’d get the monkey blood treatment. It came in a small, dark bottle, with an applicator. Mom would paint it on us. Oh, it was bright red in color. I don’t know how it came to be called monkey blood, but maybe it was to make us laugh instead of cry. I kind of remember the stuff would sting a bit. Every time you’d see another kid, we could compare our monkey blood paintings.
I guess it was an all purpose remedy. We’d also get our sore throats painted with monkey blood. Most times Grandma would come over, yank a stiff straw from the household broom, wrap a bit of cotton on one end, soak it in Mercurochrome, and tell us to open wide. She’d stick that straw to the back of our throat and paint it with the red stuff. We didn’t like that at all, but I supposed it helped. Our sore throat would go away pretty fast.
Another monkey thing…
There was a house down the road that we’d pass on the way to the grocery store. They owned a monkey. It was kept in a large cage hooked onto the back of the house. Every time we passed, we’d look for the monkey, and holler, “There’s the monkey!”
Well, enough about monkeys. There’s some more things I was going to say, but this is getting long. How did I wind up talking about monkeys, anyway? I don’t even like them!
Hope you’re having a fun Saturday, with or without monkeys! 🙂
Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️
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