The Flu Epidemic of 1918 - hits home at Groveland
an account of Adam Yancey's son Emron
[at this time Emron was married with various young children, his brothers Cyrus and Daniel were away serving in the war effort]
In 1918 it is estimated that twenty one million people died with the flu. I was one of the first to come down with it around here. I was in bed for six weeks and dwindled down from a weight of 220 pounds to about 100 pounds. We did everything it was possible to do engaging two doctors, Dr. F. W. Mitchell and a Dr. Hoover from the Asylum [State Hospital] . Having reached the limit of my endurance it was impossible for me to stand and still live, so at three o'clock one morning I had them send for my father and brother James. With tears running down my face and my arms outstretched to my father, I told him I wanted him to administer to me and that I wanted the disease driven from me. This they did and as father finished he said, "My son, God has made it known to me that you will recover from this disease. Up to this time I was given 3 or 4 hypos a day and had taken all kinds of medicine, I was never given another hypo nor did I take any more medicine, I sat up in bed for the first time on Armistice Day Nov., 11, 1918, and listened to the whistles blowing in Blackfoot.
Mrs. Yancey [Emron's wife Dorothy] did not take the flu at this time but about a year later after the birth of one of the children she took it. She was in bed from July till October, continuing to get a little worse all the time, finally the doctor told us he could do no more, we could not get him to come again so we called in another doctor and he told us there was nothing he could do. Up to this time she had been administered to many times, some of whom were; P. G. Johnston, James Duckworth, Lorenzo Thomas, Osmund Buchanan, and several others. At conference time at Arco Brother P. P. Black stopped in with one of the apostles, Brother Francis M. Lyman I think it was. He administered to her and blessed her, after listening to him I thought "Well if she doesn't get better now it is of no use, but for the next few days she continued to get worse, her legs and body were cold and lifeless up to her chest and it seemed it would not be long until she would be gone. I then remembered the following words in her patriarchal blessing given her Feb. 16, 1913, by Patriarch Andrew C. Jensen: I admonish thee to be faithful, and avoid all light mindedness, and to prepare thy heart for this life's mission. Thou hast proven valiant in thy first estate, and I bless you with sufficient faith to overcome the sins of this generation. You shall receive an inheritance in the New Jerusalem. You shall have power to live till you are satisfied with this life's work.
So on this day when it seemed there was no hope I said to my mother: "Mother [Alice] I don't think we need to give her up." And she said "I don't think so either, Emron." I went over to the school and had the children come home. I stood them up by the side of her bed and had Sister Hickenlooper lead them in prayer and when she had finished I placed my hands upon her head and administered to her, and in the Name of the Lord Jesus Christ I rebuked the disease and commanded it to depart from her. When I had finished my mother said "You don't need to worry about her any more for she will be all right now." She continued to improve from this time on.
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