I just opened the refrigerator and saw the bag of clementines (gotta have one in each stocking) and AGAIN I was reminded that when my ggfather had the 1918 Flu he was given a prescription for oranges because they were so rare that regular ass people couldn't afford them.
He lived.
Tetanus killed him in his 60s.
#Vaccinate
People seem to be responding to this public service announcement, so here's my ggfather in about 1907.
His name was Reinhold Heinrich.
His influence is why his daughter quit school to work at GE in 7th grade instead of staying in the seamstress apprenticeship he wanted her to have.
His influence is why I am not afraid to fix anything except actual electricity.
That's my phobia.
He was kind and sweet.
And tetanus killed him.
By the way -
My grandmom was a whiz at the sewing machine, she was an excellent cook, and she hated every minute of it.
My mom was a terrible cook and couldn't sew, but could knit. Was terrified to try to fix anything.
It's a thing in generations I guess.
I thirstily absorbed everything my grandmom showed me.
I am unafraid.
Except for actual electricity.
@ACG2
You're welcome.
I am now the story keeper.
Everyone else is dead