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In 1964 I got the mumps. I have only been very sick about three times in my life. The mumps, tick fever, and a bad case of the flu. Tick fever was probably the sickest I have ever been but the mumps were a close second. I was affected on both jaws and I could barely lift my head or get out of bed. My jaws felt like they weighed a ton and when I stood up I felt like I was going to pass out. The adults told me that I needed to stay in a dark room and I should rest because mumps could go down on me. I didn't know what that meant so I took it easy. What they meant was that I could end up sterile if the mumps went down on me. Apparently I was fortunate in that department because I fathered five children. That is if you count the one we lost just before Jon. Life wasn't happy for me after the death of my parents. From 1963 until I met Debbie in February 1966 it was all kind of a blur for me in many ways. I just kind of existed.

  In chapter three I mentioned that my sister Donna …