To the editor,
This letter is aimed at the younger generation. Please take time to really think. The following took place in the 1930s. I speak from experience.
When I was two, I had mumps.
In first grade I caught chicken pox. Oh, how that itched! Oatmeal baths were a flop. Scratching off a scab left scars.
Then I got whooping cough. I could not stop coughing until I finally vomited, then I could catch…