[ClearCase_guy]

My parents were born in 1932 and 1934. I remember they had stories of people (not themselves) who were in homes with signs on their door warning of illness. The details were lost on me. I kind of assumed the stories were handed down from their own parents, and were references to the Spanish flue of 1918. But perhaps it was scarlet fever or something else in the 1940s. I guess it's just how it was.

My father lost his father 1940 -- meningitis. I think that overall, America has really lost awareness of what pestilence really means. We assume we'll take a couple of pills and be OK. Well, it ain't necessarily so.

[Mears]

I was born in 1932,my brother in 1935,and my father died in 1938 of tuberculosis.

My brother got the Scarlet Fever during the war years. The doctor couldn’t find a bed available in the hospital,which would have allowed me go to school and my mother go to work.

Tough times——and now I’m a spoiled Senior. :-).

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[HereInTheHeartland]

“I remember they had stories of people (not themselves) who were in homes with signs on their door warning of illness.”

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