BH: And were there any plants that your folks used for medicine?
Ruth: Oh, yes! And something else, that ah. . . what was that old woman's name? She was an Indian woman, but she married. . . oh, good grief. See, Budge would remember that. She's buried in the cemetery.
BH: In the Urraca cemetery?
Ruth: Yeah! I can't remember her name. Anyway, she was Indian, and this old prospector had married her, and she went around the neighborhood gathering moldy bread. And people who had infections, which at that time, there was always lots of cuts and abrasions from everything with their tools and implements.
Ah. . . she put the moldy bread on it. Which, ah, then we learned many years later—that's your source of penicillin.
BH: My goodness! How did she know that?
Ruth: Budge would remember that! Don't—if you get to see Budge again, don't forget to ask him that.