Yesterday (5/5/15) my 90 year old Aunt El shared this story with me:
About 80 years ago, her mother Rose Liebman walked across the street to the Brooklyn apartment of her friend, Mrs. Friedman.
Upon arriving, she saw Mrs. Friedman's 7 or 8 year old son sick in bed and his mother beside herself with grief, worried what it could be.
Rose took one look and said, "He's got the chickenpox."
A short time later when the doctor arrived, black bag in hand to examine the boy, Rose announced her diagnosis.
The doctor set his black bag down and knowing Rose, said to the boy's mother, "If that is what she says it is, that's what it is."
Of course Rose was right. There was no comment as to whether she prescribed chicken soup.
Dick
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