Are you blushing? I surely am. And giggling like I’m in junior high, too.
It’s almost Memorial Day and everyone’s gonna be barbecuing and eating watermelon, and I was just wondering…do you spit or swallow?
What did you think I was referring to?
Now that I have your attention — er — way back in 1892, where would you go to discuss intimate topics?
Have you ever thought about that?
You certainly wouldn’t have found the answers in The Cottage Physician, the old medical book that’s endlessly fascinating to me.
(Every so often, I’ll blow the dust off and share interesting tidbits here on Enchanted Seashells, Confessions of a Tugboat Captain’s Wife. I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I do.)
As I was thumbing through the yellowed and worn pages, I discovered a chapter about marital relations.
If you can wade through the gobbledygook and read between the lines, let me know if you are as confused as I was.
Excerpt fom The Cottage Physician:
Man and Wife
A Plain Exposition of Their Duties, Moral, Mental, and Physical…
We now meet, as it were, two pure beings at the altar, who have profited by the advice and example of judicious parents or guardians, of sound morals and social views; but notwithstanding that the crowning happiness of the two lovers has been achieved in their becoming man and wife, there is yet much to be considered and accomplished on the part of both before their feet are established upon a rock.
In the first moments of his matrimonial existence, then, the newly fledged husband must not suppose for a single instant the ears or the eyes of his wife are less chaste and pure than they were before she had become his in the sight of God and man.
Here is a point of vital importance, and one upon which such grave issues hang, that we place it in the very first rank our present observations.
Save in one instance alone, the conduct and consideration evinced towards the maiden must be mainly observed towards the wife; for through this manifestation of respect and delicacy, the freshness and novelty of courtship may be continued for an indefinite period.
Let the wife be preserved by the husband a beautiful mystery in part—let the natural veil of modesty which shrouds every pure woman be never ruthlessly torn apart, or her sense of propriety be blunted by coarse or indelicate remarks, and the charm of her being will never pall upon the sense, but, on the contrary be, as Shelley has it “A joy forever”.
Obviously — spit.
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