As a mere photo, this is useless. What I remember and what I cannot convey to you is the smell of camphorated ointment. For years we had a little grey cardbard box of it with a hand written label in the bathroom. I was no asthmatic but if I did go to bed with a chesty cold my dad would make sure I had a liberal dos of camphorated ointment on my chest. How well it worked I don't know but the smell was pleasant enough and the fact that he believed so much in it was enough for me. Aaah, I miss my dad.
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