My Dad at nine.

I watched a documentary on PBS last evening about the influenza epidemic of 1918. That flu peaked in November, and Dad would have turned nine the preceding April. I recall him telling me that he was sent by his parents to take care of an uncle and aunt and their children, who all had the flu. Compared to the expectations we have today of nine-year-olds, it's hard imagine what a grown-up child he must have been.