Millions of enemas were ordered by caring family physicians prior to 1950 to treat over 100 different conditions. Almost everyone had them. Mothers were taught, before bringing their babies home from the hospital, how to give enemas. Now they are rarely, if ever, recommended by corporate medical doctors, even though not one scientific article was ever published to justify the change---Enemas don't help medical corporations. They help patients. An enema nozzle going in stimulates one of the most pleasure sensitive zones of the body, more so in vibrating as water flows through it, then as peristaltic waves push back as the colon fills, and a steady wall of pressure as the colon is filled completely. We are discussing good enemas, enemas with enough water to comfortably fill the colon. Good enemas take up to 15 minutes to give, with three to five pinches of the hose while encouraging the patient to hold on. The patient experiences the same feelings she did as a four-year-old begging to go potty at Sears, and looks at the still half full bag. 5 to 15 minutes after administration, water is absorbed into the body, urgency eases and she rushes for the toilet as quickly as she did as a four-year-old. Afterward she relaxed, melts into her bed, sleeps like a baby. Enemas cause a feelings of inner cleanness, a sense of well-being, euphoria, peace. Its hard to think about other problems when you are having an enema.Enemas are one part of the background of this novel. A young lady in the 1940s with irritable bowel syndrome needs enemas. She gets used to them. Gentle enemas ease her discomfort, make her feel good, are pleasant, desirable. Something not talked about in polite society, something she wants to talk about, share how good she feels. Relaxed, she opens-up about her most hidden feelings under a big oak in the park during her first picnic with her boyfriend in high school. The next day she is little-miss-red-ears when he comes to see her. She is in bed with a cold and is having enemas as part of her treatment, and he knows! The book is a novel, a saga, a love story of two sisters, their family and their lovers. They suffer the racial prejudice and experiences of 1940s. There is a lynching of a good man, murders of bad men, a World War II hero, a scientist with Ashberger's syndrome, and family---loving family. When the Jonquils Bloom Again is set in South Carolina, a college town; and Pennsylvania, a mill town, with a mother who teaches Sunday school and one father who is an Polish Gypsy, another who is a lead man in the plant, and another who is a Chiropractor---and villains much higher placed in society and members of the Klan. Slices-of-life before and after both World Wars. The use of corporal correction during that period is covered, both the good and bad. Done right pain can teach. Done wrong it can harm---it's as simple as most people think---and complicated enough to require some understanding of neurology and physiology to fully understand. The book is moral, two swear words in the entire book, enemas clinically given by nurses, an aunt, a mother and a husband. Only one fully sexual scene is a wedding night, two virgins teaching each other, one having spent weeks reading up on what he is supposed to do, the other having been taught to do whatever he tells her to do once they're married. They start kneeling before their bed in prayer---a wedding night made in heaven.