Memories of a retired pharmacist……

You may remember a while ago that we featured a brief anecdotal story about a retired pharmacist Cissie Yeadon? Well fortunately for us, Cissie agreed to blog more of her career.

Cissie served her apprenticeship at Boots The Chemists in Kirkgate, Bradford from 1947 – 1949. She qualified in 1950 in Edinburgh as an external student of Bradford Technical College, as it did not have university status then. At this time, Cissie was becoming one of only a few women who were brave and clever enough to embark on such a career in medicine.

When the National Health service first came into being, she thought it was the ‘best thing since sliced bread’! She still maintains this opinion, and believes it to be one of our finest achievements despite all of the criticism and abuse it has suffered. Cissie believes that when she undertook her training that it really was in a different world altogether, compared to today.

Back then, most medicines were made from plant derivatives and made by hand to order. Tinctures contained ingredients preserved in alcohol, for example, Tincture of Digitalis, Belladonna, Stramonium or Nux Vomica. Latin names and labeling were used for the medicines to correspond with their Latin ingredients.

If customers came along with a specific prescription that needed to be made up, Cissie would enter their prescription specifics into a prescription book and issue them with a number. This allowed them easy access to that particular prescription again if that customer required it….genius!

Before awareness and legislation came in to protect pharmacists and patients, many a mixture would include small quantities of highly poisonous and dangerous derivatives. Back then, adult cough mixtures contained opium balanced with an emetic such as squill or ipecacuanha.

Methods of making medicine have also vastly changed, Cissie made very intricate and complex mixtures that would be used for various illnesses. ” I used to make pills, suppositories, pessaries, plasters, cough mixtures, stomach medicines and tonics”.

Let’s take a look into how pills were made…….”Pills were made by mixing the active ingredient with an inert substance and rolling it into a kind of sausage shape which was then put into a pill machine which then divided the sausage up into small cylinders. These pieces were then put into a pill rounder with French chalk to prevent them from sticking together. A pill rounder was a small cylindrical wooden box usually made form polished wood. The pills were thoroughly shaken with a round motion until they were round. They were then coated with a non toxic (and often sweet!) varnish and placed carefully on a well greased til and left to dry with regular turning to prevent them from sticking.” Cissie would have made hundreds of thousands of pills in her time as a pharmacist, for many different ailments.

Suppositories and pessaries were also hand made in the dispensary, the base of which would have been cocoa butter or glycerine. This would be carefully heated, but not left to boil or bubble. The active ingredient would then be added and the mixture poured into a mold, and left to cool. If you were using cocoa butter for the recipe, then Cissie would over fill the mold to allow for shrinkage. However, glycerine would not shrink, so they were filled exactly.

When antibiotics appeared on the scene they took the form of Penicillin lozenges, cream and ointment. Lozenges and ointments came directly from the manufacturers, but creams were made in house at the dispensary. To make the cream Cissie had to use what they used to call an aseptic technique. She needed to don sterile gloves behind a screen which had sterile curtains, and use a sterile rod to mix the penicillin tablet into the mixture.

Later Streptomycin and other antibiotics were discovered, so gradually old herbal and plant based medicines were phased out and replaced by more modern products.

Cissie finally retired when she was 77 years old after experiencing many changes in medicine throughout her career.

If there weren’t people like Cissie to make our medicines back then, who would have hey?

The Warsaw Ghetto Survivor: a true story

When we were exploring Mapping & Migration with Year 5 students at Newhall Park Primary, Luke brought in his Granddad’s story and very kindly let us tell everyone else about his incredible journey.

The Warsaw Ghetto Survivor: The true story of Luke’s Granddad

I was born in Warsaw on June 4th 1926, at my grandparents’ home. My mother died soon after I was born. I was brought up by my grandparents, who lived in the Jewish Ghetto. As I grew up, I got to know the Jews who were good, religious people. When I was seven years old, I did little jobs for the Jews. On Saturdays, as it was their Sabbath and it was against their religion to light fires for cooking, so I lit the fires for them and they paid me.

I lived in the ghetto until I was eight years old, when my father came and took me to a new home in Warsaw. He had met and married someone else. I now had a stepmother and stepbrother. I did not like the place where I lived and my stepmother was very bad to me. When I was ten years old, I ran away from home.

I got on a cattle train in a cattle truck. I do not know how long I rode on it. I noticed a lot of farms, so I jumped off. I walked to one of the farms and I asked for a job, and the farmer gave me a job looking after the cows. He fed me and gave me clothes, and I got a sack of potatoes every month for wages. I didn’t sleep in the house; I slept with the cows. After so long, the farmer took me to market and sold the potatoes, and he gave me the money. I stayed with the farmer for four years. By this time, the Germans were in Poland, so I returned home.

When I got home, I noticed all the Jews were wearing arm bands, which were white with a blue star and on it, it said “Juden” (which is “Jew” in German). I didn’t know why they were wearing them but I found out it was so the Germans could tell who was Jewish and who was Polish.

If the Germans found a Jew not wearing one, they were shot. The Germans were treating the Jews very badly. What did they do to them? The Jews built high walls all round the ghetto. Planes flew over and dropped leaflets, which said, “All Jews must go inside the ghetto and stay there”.

The Jews had money and gold, and they offered the Polish people gold and money if we would hide them. But if the Germans found out Poles were hiding them, both the Jew and the Poles were shot on the spot. The Germans wanted all Jews to die. After the Jews were put into the ghetto, they were all kept there without food or water. After so long, they became ill and die, and the Germans were afraid of disease, so they sent planes to drop fire bombs inside the ghetto. The bombs exploded and set everything on fire. At a guess, about one million Jews died in there. After all the Jews had been killed, the Polish people thought the same would happen to them.

In 1939, Germany declared war with Poland. The war did not last long with Poland and Germany because my father told me that in the Polish Army were traitors. They led Polish soldiers into ambushes.

In 1940, tunnels were being dug all over Warsaw, then the underground army started for the uprising. The Germans were going round in army tanks rounding up young Polish boys for their army but I managed to evade them before they arrived in our street. I joined the underground army then the uprising started.

After being in the underground army for a year, the Polish General got a message that the Russians were coming to help us to get the Germans out of Warsaw. But they never came to help us. The reason for this was that the Russians had joined the Germans. After Hitler took Poland, he told Stalin he could have Poland.

The underground army fought on. Three or four of us, one who could speak perfect German, captured about six Germans. We took their guns and uniforms, and we set them to work digging the tunnels.

There were Germans hiding out across the road. We had a plan to surround them. I was ordered to run across the road and, as I ran, the Germans opened fire. I got shot and had to stay there until night time when I was taken inside to our underground hideout and got treatment.

Being injured, I could not go above ground, so I was ordered to stay below and guard the entrance with a friend. The Germans kept opening fire from over the road. I was sitting down and my friend was standing. He was explaining to me about the hole from which the Germans were firing. As he told me, the Germans fired and he fell to the ground shot through the head. The Germans dropped leaflets telling us to come out or we would be bombed. When we came out, there was nothing left standing. Warsaw was flattened.

The Germans loaded us onto cattle trucks and we travelled for a day and a half, and arrived in Batsulszla in Germany. This was a large concentration camp where I stayed for one and a half years. I was set to work repairing the Germans’ boots. After this time, the Gestapo came and I was moved to another camp in Lamsdorf, still in Germany. While I was in the concentration camp, Hitler ordered the Germans to take all Polish people that were left out of Warsaw and flatten it. Hitler then sent a message that Warsaw only existed on the map. When we arrived at the camp, we were sent to a basement, which was a wash room. We had to take all our clothes off and we were sprayed with disinfectant. They shaved our heads. Everything we had was taken from us. They kept all our valuables and destroyed all our papers. They gave us old German uniforms with POW painted on the back.

I was sent to work in the kitchen where the Germans ate their meals. I had to serve food to them. We never got any of this food.

For our meals, we got a thick slice of dry bread a day and water. I asked the Watchman (he was in charge of the prisoners) if I could eat what the Germans left. He said, “Yes”, so I at least got some food but the other six men in my hut didn’t; so I stole a potato and found an empty tin and I made a grater by punching holes in it with a stone. I grated the potato skin and put some in the pan that we had and made some soup. They ate this with their bread.

One day, the Germans arrived with Red Cross parcels, which were American and in them were cigarettes, biscuits, cheese, coffee and tins of meat. The Germans would offer us a loaf for a spoonful of coffee. We refused and were put in a cellar for a week. When we were let out and back to our huts, all our parcels had gone. The Germans had taken them.

One day, we were in our hut when planes came over and started firing at the German guards in the sentry posts on top of the wall. It was the Americans. We all came out to look and we all started cheering. The Germans got angry and started hitting us on the head with their guns, and knocking us down. I fell down after being hit on my head and face, then the German stuck his bayonet in me. Luckily, it struck my ribs. I still have that scar today. My friends took me inside and lay me on my bed. A few days past and one morning we noticed the Germans were getting ready to leave the camp. My friend and I were planning to escape from the camp. The hut we were in was raised off the floor on legs. We took two planks of wood from the floor, and dropped underneath the hut and into a wash room, taking the planks with us.

The wash room was made of wood so we were able to make a hole in the roof. While all this was going on, all the other men were singing to cover us. We got on the roof, put the planks across the barbed wire and jumped over into a cart track. It was very dark. We walked down the cart track, not knowing where we were going or what to expect. We walked and walked, sleeping under leaves, which we covered ourselves with. Before daylight, we heard noises of tanks and, just over a hill, there were tanks with white stars on. We thought that they were Russians. We walked towards them and they aimed their guns at us; they thought that we were Germans. They were American and, when they saw POW on our backs, it was alright.

One of the Americans could speak Polish. They wanted to know where we had come from. We told them we had come from the concentration camp. We told them we had not seen any Germans on our way. We had seen someone sat under a tree but when we went over to him and touched his shoulder, he fell over. We thought he was asleep but he had been shot.

They asked us to give them our jackets and they gave us American uniforms. They then asked us where the concentration camp was and we told them about 50 miles away.

We tried to join the American army but they said no. They took us to a farm. The Americans told the German farmer to feed us and let us sleep, and if anything happened to us, they would be shot. They left us there for two week until they found out what to do, then they came back for us in a truck and took us somewhere near France to the British headquarters, and we joined the British army.

Half term round-up: Laisterdyke College #Bradford #heritage sessions


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This term, it has been an absolute pleasure to work with 10 Year 7 and 8 students at Laisterdyke College. We’ve been exploring the following topics: The World of Work: What sorts of jobs and trades were around 200 years … Continue reading

Half term round up: Newhall Park Primary #Bradford #Travel & #Transport from the past!


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With Year 5 students at Newhall Park Primary this term, we’ve been concentrating on Travel & Transport. How did people travel throughout the centuries? What did travel posters and post cards from the past look like? During one of our … Continue reading

Ce Ce’s story – a woman in a man’s world

Just before Christmas, the My Place team went along to a meeting at the Ginger Goose pub in Bradford to hear all about Ce Ce’s story. Ce Ce is now 85 years old and is a retired pharmacist from Bradford. At the time that she started in her profession, there were very few women in the role; even the schools didn’t prepare female students for careers traditionally taken up by men.

Ce Ce hadn’t been allowed to study Physics at school, which was needed to become a pharmacist, but had only taken Needlework and other “girls’” subjects. She needed to catch up quickly and went to college to gain the qualifications required for the job. Studying was difficult as the technology wasn’t what it is now. The microscopes weren’t even strong enough to see the viruses they were trying to treat.

What inspired Ce Ce to become a pharmacist was her own local pharmacist, Mr Beaumont, who ran a shop near to her childhood home. She had always “fancied seeing what he was doing round the back” and it was his shop that “made the right lead make-up”! This is all hard to believe that the teenagers of the 1940s were painting their faces with homemade lead concoctions!

Once Ce Ce was established in her field, it was clear that the gender divide still very much existed. There was little scope for women to become managers or owners in their own right; these roles were exclusive to men. Women were disadvantaged from the get-go as female apprentices were paid 10 shillings less than male apprentices.

Ce Ce told us about all of the different remedies and potions she would put together to cure various ailments – they are very different from the medicines we buy today. At the time, pharmacy took a lot of its knowledge from the work of herbalists (such as White’s Medical Hall in Bradford), as, according to Ce Ce, “you can’t underestimate the potency of herbal medicine”. Here is a list of the ingredients that would go into remedies:

  • Digitalis leaf was boiled, filtered and dissolved in alcohol for heart conditions
  • Serpentry for cystitus and kidney problems
  • Peppercorns for indigestion
  • Lime water for unhappy babies
  • Willow water for indigestion
  • Berbadella was made from the deadly nightshade plant
  • Penicillin can be found in cobwebs!
  • Honey for ulcers
  • Tea tree oil for nits
  • Lavender for burns

So, next time you pop out to the chemists for something to cure an ailment, think about what you’ve got in your cupboards at home!


Creating a cure!

Students from Our Lady of Victories primary school took to the stage with their latest My Place challenge.

Year 4 students have been looking into Victorian Health and Hygiene through their explorations into horrible diseases, dirt and even death. As part of the topic, the class had to create a cure for something that really got under their skin, they came up with some fabulous idea’s…..then they had to bring these cures to life!

The students got the opportunity to present their cures in front of the My Place Board of Medicine, but they had to be super prepared for all of the questions they would receive after their dramatic presentation.

The young people designed cures that would cure shortness, a common cold and an irritating brother – all great inventions!

If you could cure anything, what would it be?