Comments on: Dr. Herbert Is the Reason I Can’t Eat Popsicles

By: Ken Steinhoff

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By: Sheila Hopkins Phillips

Sheila Hopkins Phillips — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 07:51:25 +0000

Ken,
You mentioned that now Dr. Herbert’s former office is painted orange. Actually, that orange paint is really layers of mercurochrome and iodine mixed to formulate an orange dye–quite gagging, actually.
Spooky to think that those damnable clowns are still under the painted walls. . .
Sheila

By: Ken Steinhoff

Ken Steinhoff — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 05:50:23 +0000

Linda,

I have an important update that may bring comfort to your daughter.

I was driving by Dr. Herbert’s office this afternoon (it’s been painted orange, by the way), when I saw a woman sitting outside the building. She said that she lived there. She didn’t seem to know a whole lot about the history of the building.

Just as I turned to leave, I asked if she had seen any pictures of clowns on the walls. She said that walls had been painted before they moved in.

The good news is that the clowns are gone.

The bad news is that they are still there, hiding, waiting for someone to strip off the paint that’s covering them.

Maybe you shouldn’t share that last thought with your paranoid daughter.

By: Sheila Hopkins Phillips

Sheila Hopkins Phillips — Mon, 29 Mar 2010 18:07:19 +0000

Ah, Yes, then there is Dr. Kinder to whom I took my three children in their young years. Dr. “BOWTIE/MR. ROGERS & MR. CONSERVATIVE” Kinder. I remained about two weeks ahead of what Dr. Kinder told me to do. My kids were tired of just milk; they needed that milked-down rice cereal to suck out of an “Infafeeder,” and then they were happy campers!
Sheila

By: Sheila Hopkins Phillips

Sheila Hopkins Phillips — Mon, 29 Mar 2010 17:58:05 +0000

AHA! Perhaps now I know the reason why I DO NOT LIKE CLOWNS! TO ME THEY BODE ILL; THEY ARE FRIGHTENING! Gee, thanks to memory too, Dr. H.!
Ken, not even Dr. Herbert and the 2 X 4′s can keep me away from banana popsicles, although, when I eat two (I cannot stop at one)now I think of your experience and shiver a bit. That passes, and I go ahead and finish off my two banana popsicles.
Sheila

By: charlie

charlie — Sun, 28 Mar 2010 22:49:39 +0000

I vaguely remember going to the doctor in that building in the late 60′s early 70′s. But I couldn’t remember who the doctor was. Growing up I remember going to Dr. Kinder in the Medical Arts building and he always heard cats in my ears.

By: Sheila Hopkins Phillips

Sheila Hopkins Phillips — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 20:29:48 +0000

Well, I just finished off two yummy banana popsicles, thankfully before I re-visited your blog, Ken.
I must be confused between Herbert and Brunton. I thought it was Brunton’s wife was gave me on of those molasses covered sticks after I was walked in a trance by Brunton to the front area. Later, I thought it odd that, since I was told to cut back on candy that candy is the very thing I received from the dentist.
So, I got the candy stick from Herbert after all, and a got mercurochrome swabbings from him as well; nasty taste. The article you showed had an ironic statement, . . .”mercurochrome. . .hadn’t killed a noticeable number of people. . . .WELL, that is so reassuring; in other word, some people died from the poison, while others did not–well hot damn; we’re survivors. Where did people like this train, in the Nazi medical and dental camps??
We made it through our young years alive, however, with all the germs there were around, without Lysol wipes and sprays (which I do use extensively in my house). I do believe we “Boombers” are a tough bunch– survivors, achievers, and I am proud to be of the “Boomer Generation.”

By: Ken Steinhoff

Ken Steinhoff — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 16:45:59 +0000

I always assumed it was Mercurochrome because that’s what my mother used at home for throat swabbing. It smelled and tasted the same as Dr. Herbert’s elixir of pain. Her touch was about as deft at Dr. Herbert’s. Both of them had a sadistic streak when it came to sore throats.

Ahh, the snap of a rubber glove and the sight of a tongue depressor. Both are things better left unthought of.

Maybe I should start a Facebook fan page, “Did Dr. Herbert ever swab your throat?”

By: Ken Trowbridge

Ken Trowbridge — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 16:40:17 +0000

I don’t mean to quibble about chemistry (that was best done in Mr. O’Loughlin’s class), but I’m informed by my mother (who ought to know, she drug me in to Dr. Herbert often enough) that it was silver nitrate that Dr. Herbert used. The stuff is extremely caustic and can be used to cauterize wounds. Gah. I gag at the memory…