Quarantine and carnations

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Wilsons were moving into the little town of Dexter. Just from an acreage on the outskirts, but it was the first time to move with nine children.

Twins, Jack and Jean, had been born just three weeks earlier. And the other seven kids had what they thought were colds, until their coughs grew serious. . . and had the tell-tale “whoop” sound.

Grandpa, who would now be their neighbor, and the uncles hauled the white iron bedsteads, table and chairs, the cook stove, Leora’s precious treadle sewing machine, the Victrola, pots and pans, curtains, and covers. . . . load after load.

Clabe, their father, set up the stove right away and got it started, so it would be warm when the kids got there. A few at a time rode in the Model T, along with a load of house plants, or boxes filled with Mason jars of green beans or tomatoes. Junior and Danny Wilson were in first and second grades.

“Quarantined.” Clabe tacked the sign on the front door of the green house that needed paint. Whooping cough, or pertussis, spreads very easily. People who have it can spread it to others for weeks after they become sick.

Leora, their mother, laid newspapers upstairs on the wooden floor boards beside their beds, with ashes in the center to catch the phlegm when they vomited. Short of breath, they’d fall to their hands and knees to finish coughing, then gasp for breath. Donald, an eighth grader, even fainted during a coughing episode.

Every morning, Leora burned those newspapers and put down fresh ones. About once a week, she’d send the kids upstairs to bed during the day to stay warm while she aired out the house, clean everything, and mop the floors with a disinfectant.

When the stove downstairs was warm again, she’d call the kids to come down. Darlene said the room smelled so clean and medicine-y. She’s sit behind the wood stove where she felt warm and safe.

She and Dale were second graders. Dale developed pneumonia, a common complication with whooping cough. One night Clabe heard noises upstairs and found Dale nearly unconscious, with his head caught in the curves of the wrought iron headboard. He was too weak to help himself.

They asked the doctor to come and check on him. He gave them some medicine. The doctor also took a look at Doris’s bloodshot eye. She had coughed so hard that a blood vessel had broken. They got drops to put in her eyes, probably boric acid.

The twin babies were having such a time, with their tiny gasping cries. Leora would try to nurse them, but they’d gasp and choke. Clabe and Leora held them upside down to pull phlegm from their mouths with their fingers. This needed to be done day and night. One of Leora’s brothers from next door came over at night to help so they could get some sleep.

The doctor suggested getting them to take a little whiskey from a spoon to clear their throats. But it didn’t do any good. Pertussis, or whooping cough, is most dangerous in young babies.

Baby Jack died, then two days later, Jean died, too. They were five weeks old.

Leora’s mother, who lived next door, sewed white satin and lace burial gowns for them. The service was held in the living room of  little house. The seven surviving children sat in another room, with buckets nearby, just in case.

The neighbors had taken up a collection for flowers. Carnations. For the rest of her life, whenever Doris would smell carnations, it took her back to the funeral for the baby twins.

Whooping cough can last several weeks. whooping cough Delbert and Donald were in eighth grade, and ended up missing a whole grading period at school. Their teachers talked about holding them back a year, but they wanted to graduate with their classmates.

The teachers agreed that if Delbert and Donald would double down on their studies and take a special test, they would let them stay with their grade. Which they did.

During this time a neighbor’s house across the street caught on fire at night and burned to the ground. Doris, a fifth grader, watched it from an upstairs window. A man’s body was carried from the house and laid on the running board of a car. One of his feet swung down, the shoe still aflame.

Hellish is the word she used as an adult to describe the whooping cough-house fire-babies dying time in her young life.

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