I was not a well child. I was what was called sickly.
I had Rheumatic Fever when I was about a year old, and it delayed my learning how to walk, because I was so sick. My poor Mama and Daddy would have been hoverers at best, but under the circumstances, they really watched every little sniffle, as if I were coming down with something. And the trouble was, I often did. As far as I can count, I had pneumonia 8 times before I went off to college, plus the usual childhood assortment of chicken pox, mumps, colds, stomach viruses, etc.
So what in the world does me being sickly have to do with the title to this post?
So, who came to the house?
nostalgia, childhood memories, childhood diseases