Tuesday, August 30, 2016

List of Drugs carried in a Civil War Medical Wagon

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 List of Drugs Carried in a Civil War Medical Wagon

The following list of drugs would have been carried in a Civil War medical wagon per the Medical Department regulations and Appendix A of the Supply list.

List of Drugs carried in a Civil War Medical Wagon

See the 1861 Revised Army Supply Table list of drugs for field and hospital, which is in Latin, as are the labels for the various containers.

acetate lead


alcoholic extract of belladonna


aromatic spirit of ammonia

aromatic sulphuric acid

bicarbonate potassa

bicarbonate soda

blistering cerate

blue mass



carbonate ammonia

castor oil

cerate of cantharides

chlorate of potassa

chlorate potassa

chlorinated solution of soda

citrate iron and quinia

citrine ointment


compound cathartic pills

compound extract of colocynth



croton oil

Dover's powder

extract of belladonna

fluid extract cinchona (aromatic)

fluid extract ginger

fluid extract ipecac

fluid extract of aconite root

fluid extract of cinchona, aromatic

fluid extract of colchicum seed

fluid extract of ginger

fluid extract of ipecac

fluid extract seneka

Fowler's solution,

fused nitrate silver


ground cayenne pepper

Hoffman's anodyne

iodide of iron

iodide of potassium

iodide polassium



mercurial ointment,

mercury with chalk


nitrate of silver (crystals)


oil of turpentine

olive oil


permanganate of potassa

pills of camphor   

pills of compound extract of colocynth

pills of opium

pills of sulphate of quinia

powdered compound extract colcoynth.

powdered gum Arabic

powdered ipecac

powdered opium

powdered Rochelle salt

powdered squill

powdered subsulphate iron

powdered tartaric acid

pure chloroform

pure glycerin

purified chloroform

resin cerate

Rochelle salt, 16 oz.

simple cerate

solution chloride zinc

solution of ammonia

solution of chloride of zinc

solution of chlorinate of soda

solution of persulphate of iron.

spirit of nitrous ether

strong alcohol

stronger ether (for anaesthesia)

stronger ether

subnitrate bismuth

sulphate cinchona

sulphate magnesia

sulphate of copper

sulphate of morphia

sulphate of quinine

sulphate zinc

sweet spirit of nitre

syrup of squill

tannic acid

tartar emetic

tincture chloride of iron

tincture of opium


(Note: In 1856 Edward Robinson Squibb founded a pharmaceutical company in Brooklyn, New York, dedicated to the production of consistently pure medicines. In 1895 Squibb passed most of the responsibility for managing the firm to his sons, Charles and Edward. The company became known as E.R. Squibb & Sons.  So, any Squibb products used in the Civil War will NOT have '& Sons' on the label.)
U. S. Army Hospital Department pannier label by Squibb
In a Civil War Squibb pannier various anesthetics were labeled:
Chloroform was labeled: CHLOROFORMUM PURIFICATUM. (chloroform) and packaged in twelve fluid ounces   
Ether was labeled: SPIRITUS AETHERIS COMPOSITUS. (compound spirits of ether) packaged in four fluid ounces) or as SPIRITUS FRUMENTI. (spirits of nitric ether) Twenty-four fluid ounces
Morphine was labeled: LIQUOR MORPHIAE SULPHATIS. (morphine sulphate solution) Sixteen grains to the fluid ounce, four fluid ounces)
Opium was labeled: PILLS OF CAMPHOR AND OPIUM. Twenty dozen; PILULAE OPII. (opium pills) Sixty dozen; PULVIS IPECAC: ET OPII. (powder of ipecac and opium) In five gram pills, thirty dozen; TINCTURA OPII. (tincture of opium; laudanum) Six fluid ounces

Monday, August 29, 2016

What The Hell Is Wrong With Us?

  I really don't understand people anymore. Good manners have become a thing of the past.The world is a hateful place, Our politicians act like a bunch of bully school children,wars are fought in the name of being holy, children starve & die & we as a planet full of hopefully some sane & intelligent people let all of this happen.
  Sure, bad things happen in life. I know that fact all to well,but when bad things happen because they are not stopped & let to go on & on that's what I can't understand.
  We all see every night on the news of the terrible suffering going on. As long as most people are not affected by it it doesn't sink in. 9-11 was a horrific event, but as time has gone on people have become complacent & use to events just like it. It's like the whole world is a war zone.
  Politicians lie & we elect them anyway. Most have no morals & would sell their soul to the devil. They spend their time making sure we are all politicially correct & in the meantime we have hungry kids & combat vets with real problems.
  It use to be that Police were respected. If you were told to stop & you didn't you had to pay the price. Authority means nothing. Rape,steal, murder, sure, go ahead, you think you are above the law. Act like a thug.You deserve a kick in the ass.
  I worry about how we act as a civilization. We're so worried about the newest cell phone coming out & not about our neighbor who is struggling to feed her kids.It should not be about status, but kindness & trying to be a decent human being.
  Sure, I know this is not 1950, but at the rate we are going we are going to implode.It's happening more & more everyday. Everyone needs to slow down & remember, we've only got one shot at this & we're not doing a good job.We won't get a second chance.

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Just A Few More Days Until The Book Giveaway!

On Sept. 1st. I will be picking a winner for Blue Moon Farmstead's first ever book giveaway "Artic Son" by Jean Aspen. Tell me why you'd like to read this book in the comment section below. The winner will be randomly picked & contacted by email.

The chronicle of a family's first year alone in Alaskan wilderness, here is a poetic exploration into what we value in life. In 1992 Jean Aspen took her husband, Tom, and their young son to live in Alaska's interior mountains where they built a cabin from logs, hunted for food, and let the vast beauty of the Arctic close around them. Jean had faced Alaska's wilderness alone before in a life-altering experience she shared in ARCTIC DAUGHTER: a Wilderness Journey. Cut off from the rest of the world for more than a year, now her family would discover strength and beauty in their daily lives. They candidly filmed themselves and later produced a companion documentary, ARCTIC SON: Fulfilling the Dream, which shows on PBS stations across the nation. From an encounter with a grizzly bear at arm's length to a challenging six-hundred-mile river passage back to civilization, ARCTIC SON chronicles fourteen remarkable months alone in the Brooks Range. At once a portrait of courage, a lyrical odyssey, and authentic adventure, this is a family's extraordinary journey into America's last frontier. Follow them at www.jeanaspen.com

Friday, August 19, 2016

I Don't Know How It Happened But The Playroom Is Clean!

Hoarder child came home from school today & I told her we'd go somewhere special tomorrow if we could work as a team & clean the nightmare that is the playroom. I am not above bribery. She actually got right to work & 1 hr. later we had a 1/2 trash can full of "crap". Broken toys, pieces of torn paper, you name it, we dumped it. I do not know what got into her today that made her so cooperative, but we can now walk thru there without falling over things. I have spoken of my hoarder family before. I am not so it drives me crazy. My husband freely admits he has a problem, but the 6 yr old usually just gets upset if she thinks she has to get rid of anything. It will probably stay clean a few days & then be a mess again, but I am going to enjoy not stepping on Littlest Pet Shop animals for awhile.

Book Giveaway on Sept. 1st

Don't forget to leave a comment to win the book "Arctic Son" by Jean Aspen. 

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Infusing Liquor

      After a night of not much sleep since our smoke alarms went off at 4:45 am I thought I'd do some infusing this morning. If you're wondering, the house is fine. Since all of our smoke alarms are wired into each other if one has gone bad it sets all of them off on all three floors.The one upstairs had gone bad & had to wait till the middle of the night to set all the others off.
      I started out with 2 1.75 liter bottles of Vodka & 1 1.75 liter bottle of Bourbon.I got some jars ready & tried to figure out what to make. The vodka was made into 1 Qt.Peppercorn Vodka for Bloody Mary's, 1Qt. Rosemary Vodka (it sounds strange, but is very good) & 1 1/2 Gal. Lime Infused Vodka. The Bourbon was turned into Caramel Apple Bourbon.

                                                         Caramel Apple Bourbon
                                                 3 shredded Granny Smith apples
                      1/2  of a 12.2 oz.bottle Salted Caramel syrup (found in the coffee isle)
                                                           2 Cinnamon Sticks
                                                               1 1/2 Gal Jar
     Shred the apples, put in the jar, add  syrup & cinnamon sticks & then fill jar with Bourbon.
     Let set in a dark place for 5 days, then strain into a clean jar. Store in a dark cabinet & use within  1 yr. Don't throw out the apples. Make an adult ice cream topping.

     I have strained the peppercorn vodka. 1 day of infusing is more than enough to get the flavor. Anymore time will make it way too spicy.

                     Don't forget to leave a comment in the giveaway post for the book giveaway!

Thursday, August 11, 2016

1947 Weekly Groceries $12.50

            This is what a weekly shopping trip for a Family of 4 looks like. The total was $12.50

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Let's Do A Giveaway! Win This Book!

Leave a comment below on why you'd like to win this book. A winner will be picked at random on Thurs. Sept.1,2016 & contacted by email.

Monday, August 8, 2016

My Mixer From 1953

Years ago when my Mother In Law was downsizing I found this beauty in her throw away pile. I didn't care if it worked or not. I figured it could sit in my baking area. Much to my surprise I found out it worked quite well. She told me it was a wedding gift she & my Father In Law got when they married in 1953 & that she had always used it. The bowl is even original. In 63 yrs there is no way to figure what has been made with this. If I need a good upper body workout I can remove the top & use it as a hand mixer. It's almost too heavy to use that way.I'll keep using it till it quits & then it'll still be on display in my kitchen. It was a great find.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

A Busy, Rainy Saturday Morning

I was in the garden right at sunrise this morning trying to beat the rain. Came in folded laundry, made biscuits & cornbread, worked on this site,started 2 gal of blueberry/blackberry wine & then made breakfast, all before 8 am. I have no idea where this burst of energy has come from, but I'm using it for all it's worth. This is not usual for me to be so perky so early in the morning. It must be the coffee.

Fried Okra

Okra, that quintessentially Southern vegetable, is a perfect appetizer fried up in a buttermilk and cornmeal batter.
From "The Up South Cookbook

Total Hands-On Time: 40 min
Preparation Time: 25 min 
Cook Time: 15 min 

Yield: 6 servings 
Brush any dirt off the okra before chopping it.

Photo courtesy Countryman Press

Nicole A. Taylor presents Southern recipes for all in The Up South Cookbook (Countryman Press, 2015). Combining all the home-cooked goodness of traditional Southern food with the international flavors of her Brooklyn neighbors, Taylor’s recipes honor tradition while reinterpreting the classics. The following recipe for fried okra is from “Greens and More.”
“Keep living and you’ll end up eating a lot of things,” says my mother. Hello, okra, my new friend. You were never in my rotation but now we hang out. I like your tenderness and how you fry up.


• 2 cups chopped okra (about 1 pound)
• 3/4 cup buttermilk
• 1/2 teaspoon coarse salt
• 1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper
• 1/2 cup fine cornmeal
• 1/2 cup all-purpose flour
• 1/4 teaspoon onion powder
• 1/4 teaspoon smoked paprika
• 1/4 teaspoon red pepper flakes
• 1-1/2 cups sunflower oil


1. Gently rub any dirt off okra. Cut into 1/2-inch pieces, discard hard stem.
2. Pour buttermilk in a shallow bowl, add the okra and soak for 15 minutes.
3. Combine the salt, pepper, cornmeal, flour, onion powder, smoked paprika, and red pepper flakes in a large bowl. Whisk together well.
4. Toss buttermilk-soaked okra in cornmeal mixture. Using a spider strainer or slotted spoon, shake off excess cornmeal.
5. Place oil in a 12-inch skillet over high heat. Insert an instant-read thermometer in oil. When the temperature reaches 350 degrees F, the okra is ready for the skillet.
6. Carefully drop okra in the oil (work in batches). Cook about a minute and flip over, until golden brown. Remember to let the oil reach the 350 degree F mark before dropping more okra, and don’t crowd the pan.
7. Transfer to baking sheet with cooling rack on top. Sprinkle with more salt, if desired.
Let’s talk okra. If you’ve never witnessed them growing from seed to pod, it’s something beautiful. Gorgeous flowers grow right beside the vegetable and can be used to thicken soup or simply fried. The inside anatomy of okra is often used as stencils or stamps: artful food.

Friday, August 5, 2016

10,000 Page Views

We hit a milestone today! 10,000 page views.Thank you for looking at my site & please come back. You never know what will be on here......Speaking of which. I bought a ton of zip ties of assorted sizes today. You can never have too many & in an emergency they would be great to have.I also bought 10 outdoor solar lights. We use them in the house when the power goes out. I leave them out during the day & bring them in at night. They last forever.
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