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of no more than 100 words using this photo
as our inspiration. Here is my 100 word story.

It was the summer of ’59 and I was going to spend July and August with my cousins at the shore. I’d been packing since my last day of school, finishing two days before taking off.
The following morning I awoke with fever, sore throat, bumpy tongue and a facial rash. Scarlet fever, the doctor said. The disease was highly contagious. I was prescribed antibiotics and my parents were warned to keep me home.
My summer plans were abruptly cancelled; I was dejected. All I could do was watch my friends playing, my nose pressed up against the window screen.
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100 Words
This is “Fever” by Little Willie John
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Dear Nancy,
Oh how well I know this feeling. I had the measles on the last day of kindergarten…the same year! 1959. I remember how disappointed I was. Then history repeated itself for my 50 year class reunion. I was on the planning committee and was really looking forward to it. Three days before it I came down with COVID. I “attended” on Zoom, but it wasn’t the same. 😦
Good story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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It seems like this is something many people can relate to. It doesn’t matter how sick we really are; when we’re kids, it’s like the end of the world.
What rotten timing for your 50th reunion, especially after working on the planning committee. I guess considering what other people lost, having to miss your reunion is a small price to pay.
Thanks so much for your terrific comments.
Shalom
🕊️
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Nancy, how disappointing for you. Good that you were diagnosed before leaving.
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Oh, for sure, Lisa! That would have been a disaster!
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So disappointing! I had a similar experience once. Fortunately it didn’t keep me home from a vacation, but I remember staring sadly at the neighborhood kids from behind a windowpane…
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For a kid, even a missed weekend feels like the end of the world!
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Yes, yes it does!
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Great take, I too have memories like this. Missed my first school day with all the goodies because of whooping cough. A year later it was the measles. No fun for a kid, and not without risk either.
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Back then (at least for me) it definitely was not risk free. My parents were very concerned because Helen Keller suffered major side effects from scarlet fever, even if it was long before antibiotics were used. My mother was the type to dwell on things like that.
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Now that is truly tough for anyone, but more so for a child.
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I was quite young but I remember it was terrible.
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That had to be rough..
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Absolutely no fun!
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True hardship, especially for kids, when ever summer seems the longest, happiest time.
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For sure! I remember starting to count the days until summer vacation on June 1, putting an X through every day on the calendar at bed time. So many hopes and dreams dashed in a dramatic diagnosis while my mother ran around tearing sheets and boiling water! 🙁
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I had the measles at the beginning of summer before first grade. You have my sympathy…
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Thanks, John. According to the medical records my mother kept, I caught all the childhood maladies over a period of 3 years! I did a lot of school work at home.
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That’s the way you got vaccinated back in our day. They just started learning about the relationship between rubella and birth defects in the ’60’s (maybe earlier, I don’t know), and mothers would have their daughters spend time with a kid who had it so they’d catch it and develop immunity.
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aww tragic! What a let down to catch scarlet fever! I’d have hated that!
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It was no fun, that’s for sure!
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So glad you made it out the other end, disappointing summer notwithstanding!
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Yeah, thanks! Came through ok but the summer was a bummer!
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A kid on my block had scarlet fever and he stayed indoors all the time.
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That’s rough. I was down for 2 months …. long enough!
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I hope you made up for it soon after?
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Not that summer! I was down for 2 months.
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Wow! That’s a long time when you are a kid
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A lifetime!
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Heartbreak.
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It was a really rough time. 😔
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This is what happened to me. Only I got the mumps. Waaaaahhhhh!
Nicely done, amica.
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Aunt Chesaria could have come over and drawn birdcages on your earlobes! 😂😂
Scarlet fever had me wiped out for 2 months. Kiss summer goodbye!
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Hahahaha!!
I’ll take my mumps over your scarlet fever, thank you very much!
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Wise choice!
I remember my dad had the mumps when he was 50 yrs old. I know he was uncomfortable but man, did he carry on!
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Oh my goodness! Getting it at 50!
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Oh, so sad. Poor thing. We’ve all had disappointments like this, but it’s harder to take when you’re young.
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That’s true, I believe, Brenda. Our little hears got broken so easily.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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That’s a sad story. It’s hard to deal with disappointment like that when we’re kids. Hard enough when we’re adults, but by then we sort of expect disappointment to be part of life. Well told.
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It’s unfortunate that we expect disappointment to come our way but that’s one of the inevitable truths in life. I’ve heard people say we should set the bar low so when our hopes fall short, we won’t be disappointed. I think that’s one of the saddest things I’ve ever heard.
Thanks for your thoughts today, Margaret.
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That idea of where we set the bar has got me thinking. It would be so sad to have that bar set permanently low, and I know people who do. Maybe it needs to be a movable bar, so that we could adjust it for each experience/area of life. I’m thinking the key is to remind ourselves that we’re in charge of that bar. Hopefully :-).
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Moving the bar is akin to giving up. We all have difficult times where we may need a little help crossing the bar but lowering it to correspond with our expectations is a road to perdition.
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I sympathise.
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A two word comment that is very telling. Thanks, James.
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Some summers even in adulthood are like that – washouts 🙂
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It’s a shame, isn’t it, after waiting for months to be so disappointed.
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What a sad summer 😦
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A time that I’ll never forget.
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when we are told everything happens for a reason …but it still doesn’t make sense 😬
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That’s a big one to understand and accept, Destiny. An excellent analogy.
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🤍🌷🙏
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