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		<description>Hi Maline,

Very nice.  Did it help remove the wart?</description>
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<p>Very nice.  Did it help remove the wart?</p>
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		<title>By: Maline LaNoux</title>
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		<dc:creator>Maline LaNoux</dc:creator>
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		<description>I can remember my Cajun Grandmother&#039;s remedy for taking warts off my father&#039;s hands. As a little girl, I watched one day as we (MaMere, Daddy and me) were walking in the wooded area behind her house looking for wild blackberries to pick so she could make us a cobbler. She was only 4&#039;10&quot; and my Dad towered above her a good two feet. She looked over as my Dad reached out for a wild blackberry bush and said, &quot;Chinni, you got a wart on your hand, son, come ere&quot;. She scowered the ground and I wondered &quot;what in the world is she looking for?&quot; She walked close to a huge pine tree and picked up a piece of wood, bowed her head and closed her eyes. I was completely perplexed! Then she walked over to my Daddy and took his big hand in her tiny one, she rubbed the wood over the wart and handed the wood to my Dad and without skipping a beat, picked up her bucket and starting picking berries again! I watched my Dad as if he had done this a hundred times before; closed his eyes too, then he threw that piece of wood over his right shoulder, picked up his bucket and went back to pickin those berries like nothing had happened! Boy do I have some stories for you and you can find more like this in the book I recently wrote in which I tell of all my MaMere&#039;s strange talents. She was a remarkable woman.
Maline LaNoux
Spirits of Louisiana
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can remember my Cajun Grandmother&#8217;s remedy for taking warts off my father&#8217;s hands. As a little girl, I watched one day as we (MaMere, Daddy and me) were walking in the wooded area behind her house looking for wild blackberries to pick so she could make us a cobbler. She was only 4&#8242;10&#8243; and my Dad towered above her a good two feet. She looked over as my Dad reached out for a wild blackberry bush and said, &#8220;Chinni, you got a wart on your hand, son, come ere&#8221;. She scowered the ground and I wondered &#8220;what in the world is she looking for?&#8221; She walked close to a huge pine tree and picked up a piece of wood, bowed her head and closed her eyes. I was completely perplexed! Then she walked over to my Daddy and took his big hand in her tiny one, she rubbed the wood over the wart and handed the wood to my Dad and without skipping a beat, picked up her bucket and starting picking berries again! I watched my Dad as if he had done this a hundred times before; closed his eyes too, then he threw that piece of wood over his right shoulder, picked up his bucket and went back to pickin those berries like nothing had happened! Boy do I have some stories for you and you can find more like this in the book I recently wrote in which I tell of all my MaMere&#8217;s strange talents. She was a remarkable woman.<br />
Maline LaNoux<br />
Spirits of Louisiana<br />
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