The Pandemic
I don’t understand why the polio epidemic scared the pants off everyone, while the Covid pandemic is missing the minds and hearts of large swaths of the country. I remember well when Polio stalked us. I remember the terror on my parents’ faces when a country doctor mistakenly diagnosed me with it. You too must remember the pictures in the paper of children and adults in the medieval-like torture chamber called, “The Iron Lung.” Living life in that thing seemed to be more terrifying a prospect as my mind could come up with on its own.
When Jonas Salk’s vaccine hit the market, he was hailed a hero. Lines formed everywhere to get a poke in the arm, a poke that knocked out the nightmares caused by the polio virus. Then came Dr. Sabine, he of the sweet tooth, who figured out a vaccine that could be infused in a sugar cube and served up that way. Lots of people are afraid of needles. Unless you’re diabetic, most of us scarf up a sugar cube with the same relish as do horses. I had both.
Maybe it was the iron lung. Maybe it was FDR. Maybe it was the sight of crippled children on crutches, as well as adults and the deaths of those whose lungs were attacked. Maybe it was the difference in media. News wasn’t 24-7 so while you knew the virus was lurking, it was a lot more of a mystery than COVID’s presence. Doctors weren’t on the air all the time and probably fewer doctors and people had the ability to understand the technicalities of what they were being told. And while masks were certainly nothing new since the so-called Spanish Flu, I don’t remember knowing anyone in my family, most of whom were doctors, their wives and children wearing masks for polio. What I remember is the flight from the cities in the country-side to find places with fresh air and lower population density.