On my walk I was listening to an audiobook about the 1918 influenza.
Do you know what it was called by the Brits in August of 1918? “The three day fever.”
Ironic, isn’t it.
During the mid to late summer of 1918, the disease was mild. It was mild to the point of being dismissed.
It hit with a vengeance in the first week of September. (An important note for those who think the heat will kill it.)
I think it mutated into a more virulent version in the Boston area and from there on it really started kicking butt.
My mother's mother got the 1918 flu - lived through it but her body was so weakened by the experience that she died some years later of something minor. My mother was a young child when she died and my Mom never got over the loss.