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Appalachian Wart Removal

how to remove warts

I’ve never had a wart before (I feel like I should say “knock on wood”), but I did have some hideous growth on the inside of my thumb when I was pregnant with the girls. I had many complications during the pregnancy, but the weird growth was the most annoying and embarrassing. I don’t remember the name of the condition. The doctor who removed it explained it like this: I had injured my thumb in some small minor way. Maybe I got a splinter or pricked it on a straight pen. My pregnant body went into over drive sending way too many resources to fix my thumb. The result: a growth full of blood that bled all over the place at the slightest touch. A plastic surgeon took it off for me. He said it might come back.Thank goodness it didn’t.

All my life I’ve heard of folks who could remove warts, most often by rubbing them or by buying them. I have two such stories to share with you today.

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Garland Davis shared the following story with me:

I had numerous warts on my hands. Everyone told me that they were caused by playing with toads and letting them piss on your hands. I remember thinking that wasn’t right. I knew that I hadn’t touched any toads. I remember trying to keep my hands in my pockets so that people wouldn’t see my warts. My parents tried any number of homemade potions to no avail. Some things from the drugstore were tried, but again no remedy for my warts. I remember going to the doctor and him telling them that I was too young to have them “burned’ off.

We carried my ‘Granny’ Salmons to Yadkin County one Sunday afternoon to visit some friends. I remember that it was late in the day and Daddy was ready to leave. She told them to wait that she was going to take me to get my warts “witched”. She led me for a long distance (probably not that far, but to a little boy, quite a distance) down a path through the woods. We eventually came to a log house. An old (again, old is relative to my age) woman came out and talked with my grandmother.

Granny gave her a sack that she had brought. The old lady sat me down on the stoop to the cabin door and started touching the warts on my hands. She then took a piece of cord and tied a number of knots in it (I later realized that she was counting the warts and tied a knot for each one.) She then hung the cord around my neck and led me by the hand around the yard. She then took the cord and went into the woods. She returned and told me that my warts would leave me to look for the cord. She said if I ever tried to find the cord all my warts would return. We left and went back home. Within a few days, all my warts, except one, disappeared. I still have that one wart on the knuckle of my ring finger and have had it my whole life. I always figured that she missed counting it.

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Miss Cindy shared this story with me:

When I was around 10 years old I had a wart on my left thumb. It was on the side of my thumb at the knuckle. The wart measured about 3/8 inch across. That’s fairly large on a 10 year old hand.

My folks took me to the doctor for removal. The doctor burned it off. It wasn’t long till it came back, so it was back to the doctor. This time he cut it off but again, it came back.

My cousin, Zoolie also had a wart. Hers was on the thumb also but it was on the side growing partially into the nail. It was about the same size wart as mine. Her folks took her to a dermatologist. They were really concerned because of the way it grew into the fingernail. The dermatologist removed it several times, several different ways. Each time it grew back.

My dad finally said “enough, get in the car, both of you”. He took us to an old man in Henson Cove above Canton, not too far from my grandmothers house. I think the man’s name was Mr. Hall. He looked at both warts, rubbed them and sent us on our way.

I looked down a couple of weeks later and it was gone, I called Zoolie and her wart was gone as well.

I don’t know what to tell you happened…..the warts were gone and never returned.

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When The Deer Hunter and I first met, he had two or three warts on his hands. After several months of dating, I was so head over heels for him that I didn’t even notice the warts were gone until he showed me. He said he’d grown up hearing about folks getting their warts rubbed by someone with special powers so every time he thought about it he rubbed his. In a few weeks they were gone. I still tease him about having magical wart removing powers.

Ever had a wart conjured, rubbed, or bought?

Tipper

 

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    Eddie Jenkins
    October 16, 2019 at 2:10 pm

    My Great Grand father Truitt rubbed my warts and they all left me

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    E Neeley
    October 10, 2018 at 2:16 pm

    Thank you for sharing your story and all the reply stories..My dad who was a WWII Medic and did some serious time in Normandy on the beach and eight major battles in France, Germany and the Adrienne’s…he passed when he was 64 of Colon Cancer and I was only 17..a later in life baby. Well..we were like to peas in a pod always! I don’t remember how old or young I was..I believe about 13 or so..we were sitting at our table at home and he noticed me messing with something on my finger that was bothering me..he asked about it..the wart was actually three warts with seeds-making up one large wart on my right hand-on the finger where you would hold a pencil or pen to write..every time I had to write something it hurt my finger a lot..I had tried over the counter stuff to “melt” the wart away but it never would go..My Dad said..let me look at it..he touched it..then he took a string from his pocket..just ordinary white string like you would pull off a spool..he asked me-“how many warts are in that one wart”?..I said three..he began tying three individual knots-one for each wart-in the string..I am sure I heard him softly say something under his breath but I don’t for the life of me know what he said..then he looked up at me and said..”Now..forget about it and they will be gone shortly”..he said to never tell anyone about this cause it was our secret..of course he died many years ago now so I figured it was OK to speak of it..a few days later-the wart/s were gone*I mean no sign of them!..I have never had another one since and I will be 58 in November..I had forgotten about it almost-til I went to write something and there was no pain..
    Also, on a similar subject..he could also talk the fire from someone burned. He did this before on my sister and my mom..I don’t know how..I only know it works. I do understand in a way why he said not to tell anyone..since then..anytime I have mentioned this..especially around church folk..they say-your Dad was a witch-well…I don’t need to tell you where that went..so I do understand what he meant now. Know what?-even if he was..I still love him! It seems that certain folk in the family have certain gifts-none are the same as the other..and me?..well, like my Daddy said..let’s keep it a secret!

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    Virginia Malone
    June 22, 2018 at 1:36 pm

    First Tipper, i just want to say, i love reading all these stories. Keep em coming. Anyway, my youngest daughter had a wart on her finger and was embarrassed by it. Didnt want no one, especially kids at school to see it. This lady i clean house for she was bout 80, sweet, honest, i just loved her. I was telling her about ( Eroica’s) my daughters wart. She told me to get a penny and rub it on it, then write this verse on a piece of paper and put it in an envelop, take it to a fork in the road and place it there and leave and not look back. Fortunately, there was a fork not to far from where we lived. Walking distance. So we did it, and a couple days later( Gone)!!!!!!

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    Joe Hawk
    December 10, 2017 at 4:34 pm

    My Grandmother Maudie Lou Postell Forbes from Cherokee County NC could take warts off. She whispered something while she rubbed it with newspaper and then told you not to touch it or even think about it for three days. Then it would disappear. She also predicted the gender of babies, could make dead plants grow and knew when a visitor was coming. Etc.

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    Shawn
    October 5, 2017 at 10:46 pm

    When I was a young girl about 10 years old we had an elderly lady living across he street named Ms Spring. Her house was the last house on that side and her property bumped up against the railroad tracks. I recall she had a lot of chickens in her back yard and many cats. I believe she had a couple small dogs too though I only remember one in particular. It was a short silky black dog with the prettiest eyes. It looked like a mix between a cocker spaniel and a pekanese. I recall staring into that dogs face just fascinated with its beauty. Anyhow, during that time I was afflicted with warts covering both of my hands as well as 2 on my top lip. They all appeared to be seed warts. My mother told me they got on my lips because of my nail biteing habit. Needless to say, one day we were outside and her and my mother were chatting at the end of the driveway when my mother called me to come over to them. My mom left and went inside while Ms Spring mentioned that my mom had just told her about my warts. She asked if she could see them so I gave her my hands. She rubbed my hands and told me not to think about them anymore and that they would go away soon. Within a week they were all gone. I was overjoyed to no longer have them. But, about a week or two after noticing them gone I saw that her beautiful dog had two warts on its top lip just like the ones I had. Even as a small child I wondered if she talked them off of me and placed them on her dog. Though I felt sorry for the dog, the dog didn’t seem to mind. I’ll never forget the feeling of her skin on mine.

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    austin
    October 15, 2016 at 6:10 am

    The ability to remove warts was on both sides of my family. My people were mostly from the foot hills of appalachia in North Georgia. My dad’s grandmother removed over a hundred warts from my uncle one day. She made him go collect as many smooth stones as he could find and bring them to her. She was waiting with a paper bag. She took the stones and took turns rubbing the stones over the warts until a stone had been rubbed on every wart. As she did it, she whispered something inaudable under her breath. After she rubbed a wart, she dropped it in a paper sack. When all warts had been rubbed, she told my uncle to close the bag and place it on the side of the street. When someone came by, the warts would jump on them and my uncle wouldn’t have them anymore. About three days later, all of my uncle’s warts were gone.
    My mom’s grandfather could just rub a wart and whisper something under his breath and it would go away soon. People always argue the placeebo effect but he even made seed warts on live stock in the town.

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    J. Steele
    August 15, 2016 at 9:35 pm

    Just came up on this site.
    My Papa buys warts as well, even to date, and has as long as I can remember, (early 60’s). He requests the patient give him a dime for each wart to be removed. He has never told me exactly how it works, but I have witnessed numerous people who have visited for this reason, and later witnessed that they no longer had warts. He rolls the dime around the wart two or more times, hard to say, then lays it flat on the wart and removes it quickly, gives it back to the patient, and tells them to spend it, and forget where it was spent. One in particular I remember well, was one of my first cousins from Augusta, GA. He had terrible warts on both hands, and I didn’t count them, nor hear the number, but it had to be upwards of 60, because he brought a brown paper bag in which he claimed to have $6.50 worth of dimes, and he wanted to sell all of them to Papa. Next time he visited, he was ranting on and on at how my Papa had made all his warts disappear, (and they were all gone). Papa told me that his grandmother, who passed in ’59, also did this, and had taught him. He also learned to “talk fire out” from this same grandmother. This I did learn to do, by virtue of him teaching my mother, who in turn taught me. His grandmother told him when she taught him, that it had to pass from male to female, female to male, etc. My GGrandmother, who was a typical Matriarch of the family, and all our family since have lived in NE Alabama, foothills of the Appalachians, and mostly migrated from N. and S. Carolina before settling here.

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    Tipper
    July 6, 2016 at 2:17 pm

    Jason-thank you for the comment and for sharing your experience! Ive never thought about it being a chemical connection-very interesting. Hope you have a great day, and I hope you drop back by the Blind Pig often!

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    Jason Fuller
    July 4, 2016 at 10:13 pm

    My dad is 80 years old now, so I don’t know if he still claims to be able to do this. However I know firsthand that he has this ability and we’ve never been able to explain it. He said that he got it from his grandmother who told simply told him “you will have the gift too”.
    When I was a kid, I had a wart on the back of my right hand. A cat scratched me through it and left a trail, and the length of the scratch turned into a puffed up wart-like scar.My mom told me to go to my dad with it and he gently rubbed it without any medicine, home remedy, or other “witch doctor” action. About a week or two weeks later, I noticed that the wart and cat scratch scar were gone.
    Would love to know if there is any scientific reasoning in his body chemistry for this.

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    John Olex
    May 23, 2016 at 11:07 am

    My wife Trish grew up in NE Arkansas in a family with old Irish roots. Kitchen Witchery was just part of the heritage. She told me a story of her having multiple warts on her hand that wouldn’t go away. Her uncle took a string, tied the same number of knots as warts. He spit on each knot rubbed a knot on each wart then threw the string into a fire. The warts were gone in a few days.

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    Alvilldr
    January 22, 2016 at 9:37 am

    I know this is an old post, but I wanted to share my experience with warts. When I was little I had warts all over the back of both hands. I lived in a small farming community in SE Arkansas. My great aunt gave me some kernels of corn and told me to touch every wart with the corn, say a phrase (no idea what it was anymore), and throw the corn to the chickens. I did what I was told and within a couple of weeks all but one of them were gone. My mother told me later that she had wanted to tell me that it was just superstition, but after my warts disappeared she knew I wouldn’t believe her. I just wish I knew what it was Aunt Jean told me to say!

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      Susan
      October 31, 2019 at 9:34 pm

      My grandfather could “talk warts off.” As a child, I had several warts on my right knee. My grandfather said some words over my knee and told me to “go away and forget about them.” Sure enough, several days later they were completely gone. My great uncle Leo and my friend’s father could all remove warts. My grandfather always told me that the secret had to be passed from male to female or vice versa, and that he would teach me but he got dementia and he never told me. I really wish I had learned the secret from him!!

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    Renita
    August 26, 2015 at 3:59 am

    My father can do this he was taught by his grandmother. She was a 7th child an so was my father.
    He’s never disclosed the process. He hasn’t done it since I was a child.

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    Jeffery D. McCaleb
    April 29, 2015 at 3:32 am

    An Excerpt from Sherrell the Son of a Sherrell
    I was raised 80mi from Nashville, 90mi from Knoxville and a brief jaunt of 100mi from Chattanooga. Parts of the communities that rest in-between these flourishing yet rural-esque urban places can be found some quiet, “Appalachian” heritage whispering from just beyond the whistle and hum of concrete; 15min from any place and you’ll hear birds and melodies from nature abound if you find yourself sauntering through the right valley.
    I remember as close to yesterday as my memory allows: my younger brother had developed an outbreak of warts that would make any frog prince slink away. The Drs tried. The Dermatologists rubbed new potions concocted by specialists. It was time to sneak out of church early one Sunday afternoon and navigate the gravel backroad in search of a family friend’s father. He was a Seventh Son of a Seventh Son… as we’d been told for years. I don’t remember his house much; I couldn’t have been more than 14 or 15 and my little brother was 12 or 13… as I recall (memory gets mushy after passing too many hay fields, tobacco barns and ram-shackled trailers).
    We pulled up in front of a rustic, wooden-creaked porch; the screen door was knocking back-n-forth in a gentle, Sunday breeze. The corn fields seemed just about ripe for the picking. There came a crackle from just inside: “Ya’ll come on in. Let me see this boy.” He was dim-light, clad in overalls, but his kindness seemed to exude from behind a weary face broken between the blessed and the cursed.
    From here, I can still close my eyes as my mother and I went for a walk through the garden while my brother stayed behind. The corn still seemed plenty shuckable… a very short time later, my brother came out and said he was ready to go.
    I tell you now: no longer than 7-10 days had passed when my brother’s warts were all but gone… all but one. Later my brother had told me what happened:
    “He told me to thoroughly count each wart the best I could, trying hard not to miss one. He then touched each one, mumbled a mix between a prayer, a whisper and a chant, wrote down my full-given name, birth date and placed it in his front pocket and said he’d pray for him for the next seven days without fail.” My brother was only to report back to him the following Sunday.
    Monday – nothing.
    Tuesday – nothing.
    Wednesday – nothing.
    Thursday… you get the picture… however, Saturday seemed to show some change… or at least a strong hope in one.
    Sunday morning – church morning – three brothers getting ready for church wishing we hadn’t been out too late the night before. It was a sleepy breakfast, no mention of what we were somewhat wishing and somewhat beginning to believe as merely a intro to the field of local folklore… 80’s: bad music, weekend roadtrips, hellfire and brimstone sermons (and angst for having to get up so early to go). Just a normal Sunday morning in middle TN… until my brother came out of the bathroom, nervous and excited, nearly shaken. Mothers are always the first to notice these things. His warts were gone… all gone. No medicine. No freeze removal. No toxic, let’s-burn-’em-off – tortury… nothing but a simple touch by a seventh son of a seventh son.
    A few months later, my brother told me he think he missed one. I thought he meant the “Healer”, but he meant by his own counting – my brother thought he himself had missed one, stuck in behind the nail on the tip of his index finger. That one wart, out of 22+ warts on one hand.
    I’m not saying I believe my brother’s story, but considering the fact that I was there, I felt the holistic presence that seemed to sweep through the corn fields, the belief my parents shown and the undenying fact that I saw his warts disappear over the course of a week… and yeah, I believe my brother.
    30yrs have passed. Our family friends’ father has since gone, buried nearby and that he and his wife only had six sons… just creeps into my hopes that my own daughter doesn’t have an infestations of warts with no one around that I’ve yet to be introduced to who may have humility… and a very special gift.
    Copyright © 2015 (Jeffery D. McCaleb) – An Excerpt from Sherrell the Son of a Sherrell

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    Steven
    April 28, 2015 at 3:15 pm

    I know through my father that we had rag-burying wart removal in far Southern Illinois as late as the 1950s, though I haven’t found any contemporary Appalachian-style healers here.

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    Carol
    December 13, 2014 at 6:31 am

    My Grandmother was a known conjurer for our area of Alabama. She had the “gift” of conjuring warts and my father, the seventh son of hers, used to tell of curing “thrush.” The story went, that when someone was brought to my grandmother to cure warts, she would ask a few questions of the patient. Apparently the questions were to know of their birthdate, time of birth, etc. She would then cross the wart in different directions, then rub it as she quoted scripture and some other sayings over the wart. Then she would tell you to forget about it and don’t think about the wart, and soon it would be gone. I know of three people personally that she did this for. Two, were family members and the other was a friend who just happened to be the daughter of our preacher. For years, and after much pain of her doctor trying remedies of scraping and burning them off with no avail, told the desperate preachers wife who had taken her daughter back to the doctor for a followup once again of the returning warts, that the last thing he knew, was to find a wart conjurer! Now, to a preachers wife, this sounded crazy, as it might to many. But thankfully, she just happened to tell my mother what the Doctor had prescribed. Really, I think it was more out of desperation than any belief that he was serious. However when my mother heard the story, she knew just who to take her to… My Grandmother. After a brief session like I described above, of asking questions, rubbing over the warts while also speaking over them, (I was told that she spoke softly, so it wasn’t known completely what she said but that she spoke scripture and other sayings) they were gone within a short period, never to return. It also gave a new testimony for our Preacher and his family of faith and healing… My Dad, being the seventh son, was taught by his mother, and led to cure thrush in babies mouths. He was a young boy when people in the area would bring an afflicted child to their house, and with his mother’s guidance, the baby would be cured by blowing into their mouth with a quick breath, and that was it. I don’t know how that really worked, except for the belief in him being the seventh son. He did have other mysterious ways of premonition, etc throughout his life, that used to surprise us, until they became true later on. I also worked with a friend whose grandmother was said to “Call out Fire.” Meaning when someone was burned, she would talk over or call out the “heat” from the burn so that no blisters would form and the burn would go away without any scarring. Her description of the method her grandmother used was much like the one of my grandmother’s in speaking over the wound or wart, while rubbing over the burn or on the wart. Both our grandmother’s grew up in an area within miles of each other at about the same timeframe. So, what wonderful knowledge did our ancestors know that was bigger than themselves? Reading this thread and other Google links makes me think it must have been
    widespread at one time and not just something of folklore, but a reality of everyday life. What a blessing to have a method to share enlightening ways of old, for us who can remember it and wish to know more.

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    Glenn Anderson
    September 9, 2014 at 9:19 pm

    As a youth my fingers were covered with warts around rach nail. An old German neighbor lady had me take my mothers dish rag, wash my hands and then hide the rag where it would not be found. Some time later the warts all disappeared. I also seem to have been blessed with this power. I rub a copper penny over the wart, then use the same penny to buy the wart from the person who had it. So far it has worked on several occasions. The usual routine is that the person usually forgets all about the wart an one day they look and it is gone. Don’t ask me why … Perhaps faith .. God gives us each different gifts !

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    Marc Kruger
    October 20, 2013 at 8:40 pm

    I just today found your site, so my comment on warts is late. My Great Grandmother was a Lenni Lenape Indian. She used milkweed juice on warts and they disappeared rather quickly.

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      Joyce Shelton
      October 31, 2019 at 10:16 am

      I just love this site.
      I too had a wart removed by my aunt by marriage. It amazes me and restores my faith that there is a higher power to all things. God removes the wart and by faith we make an effort to make it noticeable. I too have the gift. I have struggles with what to say and have searched for scripture, it is there.

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    Bonnie Colson
    June 30, 2013 at 5:52 pm

    I realize this thread is a bit old but I had to post my experience. I am from Missouri and I’m not sure of any of my ancestors living in the Appalachians but I do know that we have Blackfoot blood in our family. I had a wart on my wrist that popped up out of nowhere. I went to the dermatologist, had it burned off, and it came back. I was at my Uncle’s house and he saw it. He grabbed my hand rubbed my wart with his thumb and asked me why I wanted that thing on my arm. I went into this rant about how it was burned off and came back. He told me not to worry that it would fall off soon and never come back. Sure enough, a few days later it was gone. That was 15 years ago and it has not come back. Many other family members have similar stories. We’ve always joked about the possibility that he takes the wart from us and his rear end is covered in them. Joking aside, I’m amazed that there is an entire thread on this phenomenon. I’ve got some crazy looks from people in the past 15 years when I tell them my story.

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    chuk
    February 20, 2013 at 4:58 pm

    hello my grandfather origonaly from louisiana moved to mississippi could do this also.
    we are french and english and part blackfoot from way back is this talent assosiate with a race religion or any other common denominater and is it a inheritedm talent we could do ourselves if we tryed anyone with any insights pls send me you input
    [email protected]

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    Julie at Elisharose
    November 11, 2011 at 11:14 pm

    I’ve never had a wart myself, but my dad has told me he can rub warts away. I have never had the opportunity to take him at his word, but I remember as a kid thinking he was kind of creepy every time he brought it up.

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    Becky
    November 5, 2011 at 7:41 am

    Never heard of conjured or rubbed, but I have heard of them being bought before.

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    Garland Davis
    October 31, 2011 at 2:01 pm

    Tipper, Thanks for using my story. I had forgotten writing that one. It seems there a myriad of cures for warts. I am tempted to try the on the one I have left. No, I’ll probably keep it. It has been with me for a long time.
    Garland

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    Lanny
    October 31, 2011 at 9:45 am

    Dear Hunter did have special powers, he was in love with you! He most likely still does have those special powers. One of my girls had warts, we used duct tape.

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    Gary Powell
    October 31, 2011 at 8:05 am

    My wife tells of the cure that they used. They would prick the wart to make it bleed, then rub grains of corn in the blood. The corn was wrapped in a rag then buried at a fork in a path. The next person to pass would get the warts.

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    Ethelene Jones
    October 31, 2011 at 6:49 am

    My Grandma had the ability to remove warts. She would never tell us the secret of how she could look at them, count them, rub them, and then after a few days they would be gone! Wish she had passed her knowledge on to me!

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    brenda s 'okie in colorado'
    October 31, 2011 at 12:38 am

    Tipper, Like you, I had a tiny seed wart just above my upper lip when I was pregnant with my daughter. I didn’t do anything about it and it went away immediately after delivering my daughter. Then, 4 years later, I became pregnant with my son. Same thing happened again. As soon as I delivered him, it immediately went away. Those are the only two times I ever had a wart. I’m 60 years old. Very strange.

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    tea4too0
    October 30, 2011 at 10:08 pm

    When I was little, I had a wart on my right hand first finger. My daddy took me out to the chicken coop, gave me 3 kernels of dried corn. He told me to rub the wart with one kernel at a time then throw them back behind me. I could not turn around til he told me to, because the chickens had to eat the corn first. Guess what?
    No more warts. Thanks for the reminder,
    Terry

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    Uncle Al
    October 30, 2011 at 8:36 pm

    My Daddy and Grand-daddy both used to say they could make’em go away by repeating some Choctaw Indian phrases. I can’t say as I ever saw any proof, but who knows.

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    RB
    October 30, 2011 at 8:23 pm

    I remember hearing all this, but I can’t recall anyone receiving any care that helped them back then.
    My brother once had huge ones that spread all over both hands and between his fingers. It was awful. Someone told him it was caused by a virus, so he started scrubbing those hands with a hard brush and then he’d pour Clorox over them which stung like crazy, but they did go away.
    Recently a nurse friend of mine told me to remove warts, just keep washing them with anti-bacterial soap and putting anti-bacterial medicated ointment on them, and they’d go away.
    That makes total sense because warts are caused by viruses – now viruses cannot eat nor mate, they procreate by attaching to bacteria that eat and mate, multiplying the virus as they do so, so anti-bacteria soaps and ointments makes total sense.
    God bless.
    RB
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    Nicole @ Rare Bird
    October 30, 2011 at 6:37 pm

    Like other Appalachian gals, I was taken by my sweet granny to a man in her church who rubbed it, prayed over it and asked me if I had faith it was going to be gone. My eight year old self nodded and now, decades later, I still rub that wart-free spot on my palm and remember the kindness in his eyes.
    Great to read the stories from others as well1

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    Charlotte
    October 30, 2011 at 4:46 pm

    My grandma used to say, “Steal a dishrag and bury it; the wart will go away.” A doctor just finally burned mine off and they haven’t come back.

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    PinnacleCreek
    October 30, 2011 at 1:14 pm

    I had mentioned on a previous post that an old man bought my warts, and they disappeared never to return. I did not remember much about it, but when I mentioned to my sister she had the same experience, but remembered more details. She said they were bought for a penny, and he requested a dish rag. He rubbed them with this rag, and buried the rag later. Her warts also disappeared. I do remember I had mine for quite a long time before he witched them.

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    Sam Ensley
    October 30, 2011 at 12:59 pm

    I read in an Edgar Cacey book that a mixture of baking soda and olive oil on warts will make them go away, but I have never tried it.

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    Ken
    October 30, 2011 at 12:37 pm

    Tipper,
    When I was in grammer school I had
    two seed warts on the side of my
    longest finger, where you hold a
    pencil. Those things hurt when I
    had to do my lessons, but that
    winter I took that ole bad flu and
    soon as I got better, the warts had gone. They’ve never returned.
    …Ken

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    Janet Smart
    October 30, 2011 at 12:27 pm

    When we were kids we took bean leaves and rubbed over the warts and then put the leaf under a rock, when the leaf rotted the wart would be gone. I recently used a salve I made from plantain leaves to rub on a large, dark growth I had (it wasn’t a wart, but something like one) and it took a couple of months, but it came off. I’ve also heard of rubbing them with old dish rags.

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    Miss Cindy
    October 30, 2011 at 12:12 pm

    Well, Tipper, sounds to me like you’ve got your very own magical wart remover. He’s a good looking fella too. You better hang on to him!

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    B. Ruth
    October 30, 2011 at 10:58 am

    Tipper,
    I forgot to mention, after reading your story, Garlands and Cindys..my mind quickly went into memory mode thinking of my times with the wart battle…
    I loved your story, Garlands and Cindys…and have heard of folks being able to take away warts by buying them or doing chants, burying things or rubbing them..
    I love all the stories from the commentors as well so interesting..
    Thanks Tipper,

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    B. Ruth
    October 30, 2011 at 10:47 am

    Tipper,
    I had a wart after I was an adult..I was occasionally nicking my hands with the exacto knife I used in the art department…so I think the virus got in there from a nick in the skin…Since I had not held a toad in years. Yes I’d carried many a toad around and tormented my granny to death with her screaming, “When it pees on you, you’ll have a handful of warts by Monday!” lol (Devil made me do it! Since they thought a girl should not like any nature except flowers!)
    Before my Dad died he saw the wart on the top of my knuckle on my working hand…and said “When you get home go to the woods and get some stump water and wash it.”
    I couldn’t remember where there was a stump in our woods holding water so I opted for the freeze stuff at the drugstore…That stuff hurt and it looked awlful..so after a few weeks I went to the doctor and he has the curse somewhere in his office ’cause it had never come back…LOL
    Thanks Tipper,…I hope someone will remember the chant kids used to do to get rid of warts…I remember helping a little girlfriend try it for her wart..but can’t remember the rhyme!

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    Wanda Devers
    October 30, 2011 at 10:09 am

    Find a small stone for each wart. Rub a stone on each wart. Put them in a tobacco sack. At the first crossroad you come to, throw out the sack of stones. Whoever picks up the sack will get your warts!!

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    Bill Dotson
    October 30, 2011 at 9:37 am

    I had a wart on one of my hands and I had heard that fellow that lived down the road in the little town of Sardis Ky was supposed to be able to remove warts so the next time I saw him at the restaurant in town I asked him if he could remove it but he denied it. Later we were sitting at the counter shooting the bull, he rubbed it, I did not notice him doing because he kept my attention so I would not know he did it but later I kind of remembered him rubbing it and the next time I thought about it which was several days it was gone and has not returned.

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    Sheryl Paul
    October 30, 2011 at 9:36 am

    My sister was plagued with warts when she was very little. Our neighbor was visited by her Granny Trecee. She told us to bring her to Granny and she would buy them all for a penny. She did and they were gone real soon.

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    Tim Mclemore
    October 30, 2011 at 9:09 am

    When I was younger I had a wart on my hand, I was continuously knocking it off and it would bleed and come back, my parents bought all kinds of medicine to remove warts it would come back every time, then one day my aunt ask me if I’d like for her to remove that wart, of course I said, she went into the back yard and cut a persimmon limb and took the juice and rubbed it and in a few days it was gone never to return. I don’t know if it was her or the juice from the limb or combination, hadn’t had anymore to try it on but all I know is I was glad to get rid of the thing that had plegged me for years.

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    John Dilbeck
    October 30, 2011 at 9:03 am

    I used to have several large warts on my left hand. I tried burning them off with the over-the-counter wart removing acid (can’t think of the name). It was painful and didn’t work.
    So, later, after I had learned self-hypnosis, I used it on them. I gave myself the suggestion that every time I touched or rubbed the warts little miniature miners would use their picks and shovels to dig away the warts, from the inside.
    So, for a few days, every time I noticed the warts, I would rub them and imagine those miners busily at work.
    One morning, I woke up and looked and the warts were gone. All of them. They never returned.

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