[DesertWalker]

My father had that flu in 1918. He was a kid selling newspapers in Kansas City, and began to feel sick, got on to the streetcar to go home, and said that in less than 10 minutes he was so sick he thought he was going to die on the streetcar. He was delirious for three days, but slowly recovered.

He talked about how bad that flu was up until shortly before his death at 96. Must have been really awful.

[Glenn]

My father had that flu in 1918.

My grandfather lost his wife and kids to that flu. He never had a sniffle. He married my grandmother in 1921, if I recall correctly.

Some people may have a built in resistance to this stuff, I guess.

[cajungirl]

My grandfather died of that flu,,he was sick in the morning and dead by nightfall.My father who was 14 rode his horse all over the parish delivering food and burying the dead. He was 14! It was terrible. My mother was left with her mother and two sibs and not a cent.