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reminds of the family story of an aunt who got pregnant during the influenza epidemic of 1918, was told both she and child would die, and how the priest had to strenuously resist her insistance that the child be baptized “Influenza Marie”. Imagine how that poor kid would suffer in Jr Hi with a name like that.For years, it looked as if they were right…then, in the summer of 2000, she went to the doctor and said, “I feel awful…I think I have the flu.”
To make a long story short, the “flu” will be six years old in March, and is a happy, healthy, rambunctious little boy who is the apple of his poppa’s eye and his mother’s pride and joy.
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