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\nStoryteller: Olivia Huggins
\nLocation: New Mexico
\n \nIn 1957, I was living with my family (mother, father and six siblings) in Maxwell, New Mexico. All of us children (Manuel T., 14 years; Margaret, 12 years; John, 10 years; Bob, 9 years; Julia, 8 years; Olivia, 6 years; and Theresa, 2 years) and my mother, Elizabeth, were sick in bed with the \u201cAsian flu.\u201d My father, Manual Pacheco, survived the 1918 pandemic flu event and he didn\u2019t get sick. We were all running high fevers and did not have central heating in our home; we had a wood and coal stove. The back bedrooms, where we usually slept, were too cold, so we were all sleeping in roll\u2013away beds near the stove. Manual kept the stove going, worked his regular job, took care of the chores on our farm (like milking the cows), and brought us oranges to eat. I do not recall eating any meals.
\nAt that time, people believed you needed to sweat out a fever. There was never liquor in our house, but a small bottle of whiskey had been purchased and it was warmed in a saucepan and sugar was added to it. We each had to take our \u201cdose of medicine\u201d to help us sweat out the fever. I don?t remember how many days we were sick, but we all survived.
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