Suburban Chicago, December 1965. My Toronto Cousin does remember one thing from her family's Christmas visits to our home: my chapped lips. I had chapped lips from autumn until spring (see here, for example). I don't know why my Parents didn't know about lip balm; they tried to help me by putting cold cream on my upper lip. It wasn't until we traveled to Glacier National Park the following summer that they learned about lip balm. My Godmother alerted them to it.
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