Laura G, Sassy 70’s<p>This is a photo of 4 little grave stones in a historic cemetery. Next to them a marker shares with us that these 4 children, siblings, all died in a two week span in 1888. We don’t know of what. Smallpox, diphtheria, whooping cough, measles? Flu? Mumps? <a href="https://deacon.social/tags/vaccinate" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>vaccinate</span></a> </p><p>Gang, I’m 70. I had mumps when I was three. Measles when I was seven. Whooping cough when I was, I think 10? Maybe 11. I only hazily remember mumps. Measles, I missed the 1st two weeks of second grade. I remember the doctor making a house call. Then I was just totally out of it for two weeks. I remember when my mother took the blankets off the windows and I blinked at how bright the light was. I had whooping cough for a miserable week before she took me to the doctor. No money. Before Medicaid. I couldn't breathe. I coughed out every bit of air, sucked in as much air as I could, but then coughed it right out again. That's why I got the Covid vaccine as soon as I could. Remembering what it was like to not be able to breathe. "Oh," the antivaxxer says, “But you survived, right? No harm done." But not everyone survived those illnesses. And some had life long health issues. I wouldn't wish anyone to go through those diseases like I had to.</p><p>My own personal photo, taken at a Historic Cemetery.</p>