I remember the "hiding under the desks" drills and also the children in my neighborhood who contracted polio. Thank God for childish innocence to be able to not dwell on the potential horrors always about. Our parents did, for sure. We never went to a pool, always to a lake or stream. The first time I saw someone in an iron lung I was a 13-year-old hospital volunteer and stunned that such a thing existed (though I had heard about it). Quickly after that I read "On the Beach". Every day we work hard to see past the fallen creation to an eternal innocence with life-giving water!
I remember the "hiding under the desks" drills and also the children in my neighborhood who contracted polio. Thank God for childish innocence to be able to not dwell on the potential horrors always about. Our parents did, for sure. We never went to a pool, always to a lake or stream. The first time I saw someone in an iron lung I was a 13-year-old hospital volunteer and stunned that such a thing existed (though I had heard about it). Quickly after that I read "On the Beach". Every day we work hard to see past the fallen creation to an eternal innocence with life-giving water!
I remember hiding under the desk also! It's interesting how many novels and movies play to our cultural fears.