OPINION: Beat Ebola like Polio
My mother was 13 years old, the oldest child in her family, the day the health department nailed the quarantine notice on her front door.
It was late in the summer of 1951. My mother’s younger sister, Cecelia, was just beginning the eighth grade when she came home from school with a high temperature, feeling very ill.
The next morning, her legs gave out as she tried to get out of bed. By that evening, she was so weak she could barely move.