We’ve all seen a disclaimer at the end of a medical article or on one of the first pages of a book. Most of us pay no attention to them because they are printed in tiny font, and we’ve seen them before.
I started writing my own wellness articles, and the scary part about it is the thought of being told I did not back up my personal experiences or thoughts with double-blind, placebo-controlled, triple-referenced, grammatically-correct, insurance-backed information and studies that keep all around me safe, smiling, and in a good mood.
Anecdotal is another interesting word. In a free world with free speech – don’t we all speak anecdotally on a daily basis? The dictionary definition of anecdotal means it is a casual observation or indications rather than based on rigorous or scientific analysis.
At the age of 12, I started formally spending time with those who were convalescing. I volunteered at the local nursing home. I was a candy-striper, and I actually wore one of those pink and white striped pinafore dresses – the kind you now see in old movies or could find in an antique mall. I completed the tasks at the nursing home that they allowed me to do. As I remember, I delivered mail and read cards and letters to the residents. I knew how to refill their ice water. I played bid euchre with a few of them. I was also allowed to take them for a walk in their wheelchairs.
I know I worked there in 1976 because I became an aunt for the first time. And I remember my little sister pedaled her sting-ray bike to the nursing home to find me and say “It’s a boy.” And I actually remember Jeanette’s smile when she told me the news. Both of us were so excited. I think Jeanette and I were both already considered professional baby-sitters, but becoming an aunt was going to mean more opportunity.
All of us have our areas of interest and things we choose to read about or study. Thank God for the mechanics, the fishermen, the baker, and the candle-stick maker. And thank God they do not ask me to study the car, the fish, the yeast, and the candle wax. They are the experts. They have their own reading material and reference books.
However, no matter what your occupation or interests may be, the topic of health and proactive wellness, in my opinion, needs to be studied by all. The reason for that is obvious – we have this body that can’t be replaced. We can buy a new car, but we can’t buy a new body. There is a lot of suffering that can be avoided by giving the body what it needs, withholding things that the body doesn’t need, and simply learning how the body truly operates.
I spent a lot of time in my home-town library while I was growing up. Mrs. Baerlin was my librarian when I was a child. Then Mrs. Bickle took over. So when I was sorting through my parents’ estate and found a scrapbook about Edgerton’s library, I read it with great interest. I always wondered how my family knew Cora Beerbower so well – and now I know.
The scrapbook was put together by Cora, who was a high school teacher in Edgerton from 1906 to 1931. She became Edgerton’s librarian in 1939. Cora was a published author and known as the town historian. I knew her as the older lady, who always wore a dress, and lived in the corner house beside the railroad tracks. She often called our home to speak with my mother, and I still have a poem that Cora had written for me.
Cora was born in 1885 and passed away in 1985.
In my studies about health, I learned those who live long lives are housewives and librarians – with the reason being they don’t wear out their bodies. They don’t wear out their joints. I smiled when I read of Cora’s longevity. Dare I say she fit right into the statistics – or must I point out that this is merely some anecdotal evidence?
I thought of an analogy that may make this longevity-thing a little more believable. There is a car museum in Indiana – not too far from my home. The bodies of these historical cars are in great condition – and it is probably because they were not over-used – just like the body of someone who moves but doesn’t put herself through strenuous exercise.
It took some work to get Edgerton’s first library up and running in November of 1936. The library was initially open ten hours per week, and a membership fee was 25 cents per year. A charge of 2 cents per day was implemented for overdue books.
There are letters in her scrapbook from attorney Chauncey Newcomer, who served as the President of the Library Board of Trustees. In December of 1940, Cora’s monthly salary was $20 per month which is the equivalent of $342 in today’s money.
Cora wrote articles for the area small town newspapers. Apparently she volunteered a lot of her time and completed tasks beyond her job description. In her 1945 report for Edgerton’s library, she wrote that she made home-made hominy and used the profits to purchase “equipment for cataloguing fiction books, $11.55.”
I knew hominy had something to do with corn – but her writing made me look up what it is. After reading about hominy – I still didn’t know much about it. I imagine her home-made recipe was a good one – but the best I can do for now is to find some canned organic hominy and possibly give it a try.
I remember my high school civics teacher explained why there are disclaimers. He told a story about someone who turned their lawn-mower on its side so the mower blades would trim the yard hedges. We don’t even need to ask how that story ended. So now there are disclaimers basically telling people not to use the product for any reason other than it was intended for.
Thus we know why the butcher, the baker, and candle-stick maker have their own disclaimers.
I’ve always known that I needed to stay in good graces with the librarian. And the historical scrapbook I found not only included newspaper clippings, photos, telegrams, post-cards, and letters – it also included a sample of a notice that the librarian apparently served to an offender who was about to lose his library privileges.
The librarian apparently wrote the name of the offender at the top of the note which informs them that their library privileges are being cancelled in order to protect the interest of other people in the library. Reasons would include talking to others, disturbing others, noisy activity, disfiguring property, wasting time, or requiring constant supervision.
I was left wondering how many of these notes were issued over the years. And was the librarian really in charge of judging who was wasting time?
Personally, I choose to write in some of my books. I highlight, dog-tag, and under-line words of interest. The more the book is worn, torn, and written in – the more I have used and referred back to that book. And those who borrow my books can see what jumped off the pages at me. But I have never written in a library book. Like many others, I have always tried to follow the rules.
At the end of the first medical article I wrote – I needed to include a disclaimer. I wanted to remind people we are all free thinkers. We can agree or disagree. We are all our own decision makers and are responsible for our own good health.
I agree with experts who say we can recover from anything. The body has this miraculous way of healing itself – and I know the designer gave us the innate capacity to heal. Although it is difficult to reverse vaccine damage – there are parents who are doing it. Those parents are now researching, and sharing their experiences. I applaud them.
Healing comes only from determination. I’m just as capable as the next person to come up with a few good excuses, but I try to recognize my excuses and put an end to them.
So I felt that my blog needed an overall disclaimer. And I am sure you are in agreement that we are all free thinkers. We already know the words on these pages are for educational or informational purposes only and not meant to be taken as advice.
There may be times I speak or write anecdotally and thus there are no formal references – the information on this blog is just a compilation of things I think I learned.
It’s just enough information to make someone go look it up and see if it is true. It could be inaccurate or incomplete information.
I am trying to get healthy, and I want to share what I have found. I think I now know what is right and what is wrong in my steps toward health. But since I had made choices in the past which were made in the name of good health, only to find out I was harming myself, I too was forced to research. I became a student.
It’s fun to have friends on the same road to good health. It’s fun to share ideas and articles, favorite authors, and books. It’s really fun to feel better.
Everyone already knows this information is not meant to treat, prevent, diagnose, or cure any disease or illness. And certainly we also know changes in a health care regimen should be made under the direction and advice of our chosen health care provider.
We know we are not supposed to turn the lawn-mower on its side to trim the hedges in our yard. We know that there are library rules to follow. We know that the book is to be returned to the library in the same condition in which it had been borrowed.
So, too, the body comes with rules that should be followed in order to keep it operating well. When we do not feel well – the body is sending signals. It may be in the form of pain or other signs and symptoms of a body in distress. The body is letting us know that it needs something. The body is not at ease and gets officially diagnosed with a “dis” “ease.”
The breakdown of the body is an easy thing to recognize. Then we need to acknowledge that the breakdown is happening because there is simply too much ‘bad stuff’ coming in. The body wants us to put an end to the taking in of chemicals.
Secondly – we need to acknowledge that our cells are not receiving enough ‘good stuff.’ The body is signaling to us it is lacking something – and that something would be in the form of a mineral, a vitamin, an amino acid, or an essential fatty acid. Yet we have been taught to suppress the symptoms with a chemical pill instead of fixing the problem.
If the body were to issue an official written notice to the offender – what would the offenses be – and who would judge our offenses?
I imagine that little paper would list things like the taking in of junk food, the application of unsafe perfumes and lotions and shampoos, the use of chemical products to clean the home, the use of hand sanitizer, the injecting or swallowing of unsafe chemical toxins into the body, the lack of movement, and the lack of study.
There are many verses from the bible about health. I am not a bible scholar, but I found a couple of bible scholars who helped me better understand those verses.
I am not a disclaimer expert. But I know a few attorneys who are. I am trying to heed their advice. In real life – we speak anecdotally. In real life – there are at least two ways to visit a library.
If we still have our sting-ray bicycle, we could use it as a way to get to the local library. And there is no longer a 25 cent annual membership fee. Or we can stay home and research both sides of every issue on our piped-in library that Miss Cora Beerbower could never have imagined would ever exist.
So you be the judge – if you were to issue an official written notice to yourself regarding your health – what would you come up with?
Are you swallowing any chemicals? Do you know how to clean your home without chemicals? Have you stopped putting harmful chemicals on your skin? Do you eat real food? Do you know what real food is? How long has it been since you have been on your stingray? Is your water filtered? Are you spending time with children? Have you read a really important book lately? Do you have plants in your home? Are you wasting time? Are you full of excuses?
Cora’s scrapbook makes me believe she had a very giving spirit. Conventional wisdom may be to hang on to what we have and not release it, but possibly Cora’s career choices made it easy for her to find ways to be generous and to give to others.
My own steps toward health have been the best gift I have ever given to myself. And think about this – when we are unhealthy – we stress out our loved ones. It is our responsibility to seek wellness. Our own good health is a gift to those in our lives.
Cora was blessed with 100 years of life in which she found ways to give to others. Do you suppose Cora showed up at heaven’s gate with a note with her name on it – and her offense was the wasting of time?
On the contrary – I think Cora’s little note may indicate she was an extravagant giver. But beware, giving may cause happiness in your life. Seeking health may cause you to feel well. You’ve been warned – and that is as close to a disclaimer as I can come up with.
I thought this little article would be finished with the above paragraph – but I decided to search on the internet for Cora’s actual date of birth and death. She was born on February 10 of 1885 and passed away 100 years later on November 29 of 1985. And I smiled as I looked at the calendar on my computer screen. I was thinking of her and writing about her on November 29 of 2019.
An incredible sense of peace came over me – and I asked myself where that little ‘wink’ just came from.
Then on the morning of February 10, 2020, my sister Jayne emailed me with a message to let me know she had enjoyed reading this information about Cora, and she encouraged me to keep writing.
After reading Jayne’s note, I decided I had plenty of time to make copies of this article, along with a scrapbook picture of Cora, as a hand-out for the ladies who would be attending the Proactive Wellness Discussion Group later that morning.
As those in the group were looking over the article, we were discussing Cora’s occupation, age, and what we knew about her. I shared with the group that Bob Koerner, who is 97 years old, told me that Cora was his second grade teacher.
We were reading about Cora when we realized it was her birthday. We were meeting on February 10, 2020 – and she would have been 140 years old.
It might be safe to say that was a second little wink. I really was in awe of the fact that we were talking about her and thinking about her on her birthday.
I knew Cora when I was a child – but it seems my new-found love for writing and search through my parents’ collection of cardboard-box time capsules have brought me closer to nearly everyone in my life – present and who knew – past.
Holiday season or not – I wish the gift of good health to you and yours!
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