I haven't thought about my freckles for a long time until just today. I received this very fun book "The Herb and Spice Book for Kids" by Alice Siegel and Margo McLoone. It's an old library book from 1978 which I found through one of Amazon's private sellers. I kid you not, the first recipe I opened to was titled "To Remove Freckles." I read it to my mom and we both had a good laugh; I guess we were missing some important ingredients to mix with the lemon juice!
Well, this is a little on the crazy side and I would never in the world want the freckles on my lovely Fauna's face to disappear. I cherish each and every "chocolate pixie kiss" she has received! So I don't think we will be trying this recipe anytime soon. We'll stick with the sunscreen and try to prevent more from appearing. But just in case she wants a freckle removal recipe when she is a teenager, she will know the book to get it from. ;)
Freckles are called many different things all over the world, here's a few: (from cafebabel.com): France: taches (stains); Germany: sommersprossen (summer stains); Spanish: pecas from picar (to make holes); Polish: piegi (delicately sprinkled by chocolate drops); Italy: lentiggini (lentils)
Freckles By Amber Peacock
Freckles, freckles everywhere,
Tannish brownish spots,
Some people don't have any freckles.
I have lots of dots!
I used to scrub with lemon juice,
Wishing them away.
What a silly waste of time,
These pals are here to stay.
Though they never say good-bye,
In winter they may fade.
But in the yellow summer sun,
They come back out to play.
My freckles are like favorite friends.
They make me look like me.
They're pretty, fun, and unique,
The way I want to be!
I will leave you with a very sweet story from frecklecheek.com:
An elderly woman and her little grandson, whose face was sprinkled with bright freckles, spent the day at the zoo. Lots of children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws.“You’ve got so many freckles, there’s no place to paint!” A girl in the line said to the little fella. Embarrassed, the little boy dropped his head. His grandmother knelt down next to him. “I love your freckles. When I was a little girl I always wanted freckles,” she said, while tracing her finger across the child’s cheek. “Freckles are beautiful!”
The boy looked up, “Really?”
“Of course,” said the grandmother. “Why, just name me one thing that’s prettier than freckles.”
The little boy thought for a moment, peered intensely into his grandma’s face, and softly whispered, “Wrinkles.”
And if you have a freckle story or call freckles something else, I would love for you to leave a comment telling me. Have a lovely weekend!