Nancy Peterson Walter's letter brought back some old memories that were tucked away in my mind all these years. I lived in Chicago in the summer of 1948. That was my last summer in elementary school. I remember not going to the beach or any other crowded public place. I remember having to rest every afternoon for at least an hour. I remember quarantines.
There were quarantines for everything--mumps, measles, scarlet fever, etc. I remember when a cousin came down with scarlet fever, his brother was visiting our home and could not return home until his brother recovered. At that time my uncle could not go to work, and he and my aunt had to stay in the house until their son recovered.
When I had some contagious disease, (measles I guess), my father went to work, but everyone else had to stay home and no one came to visit. I was kept in a dark room to keep from having eye damage. The QUARANTINE sign was on our door. I remember the toys I played with while sick were thrown away when I was well. I hated those times. They were very frightening. Those times were when I was younger though.