Memories of the 1918 Pandemic From Those Who Survived

“They were stacked up in the cemetery and they couldn’t bury them. I was living on 31st Street then. And that was a two-way street then, you know, and it’s one-way now. But people that died over this way had to be buried over this way and they used to have a funeral procession coming this way. And they used to be crossing. You had, they had to come to this bridge, coming one way or the other. And people would be there. And I would be laying in there and I says, I looked out the window and says, ‘There are two funeral processions. One going one way and one going the other way meeting like that.’ And that’s the way it was. There wasn’t a lot of comforts in those days. But it didn’t worry me. I was taking care of myself. What I mean, I wasn’t thinking about it. I wasn’t knowing whether I was going to die or what. I was just figuring it’s got me, and everything else is going on.”

— Clifford Adams, Philadelphia, 1984

“A lot of people died here. I went to a funeral about every day there for a week.”

— Charles Murray, discussing Glencoe, North Carolina, 1976

“Nearly every porch, every porch that I’d look at had — would have a casket box a sitting on it. And men a digging graves just as hard as they could and the mines had to shut down. There wasn’t a nary a man, there wasn’t a — there wasn’t a mine a running a lump of coal or running no work. Stayed that away for about six weeks.”

— Teamus Bartley, coal miner, Kentucky, 1987

“My mother went and shaved the men and laid them out, thinking that they were going to be buried, you know. They wouldn’t bury ‘em. They had so many died that they keep putting them in garages … garages full of caskets.”

— Anne Van Dyke, Philadelphia, 1984

On fear of the contagion

“We were the only family saved from the influenza. The rest of the neighbors all were sick. … Directly across the street from us, a boy about 7, 8 years old died and they used to just pick you up and wrap you up in a sheet and put you in a patrol wagon. So the mother and father screaming, ‘Let me get a macaroni box … Please, please, let me put him in the macaroni box. Let me put him in the box. Don’t take him away like that.’ (Pasta used to come in 20-pound boxes.) … ‘Please, please, let me put him in the macaroni box. Let me put him in the box. Don’t take him away like that.’”

— Louise Apuchase, Philadelphia, 1987

“That was the roughest time ever. Like I say, people would come up and look in your window and holler and see if you was still alive, is about all. They wouldn’t come in.”

— Glenn Holler, Conover, North Carolina, 1980

On the human cost

“Armistice Day was the first time mother got up on her feet and holding on to the different pieces of furniture. She went to a window to watch the parade and the festivities because the war was over.”

— Esther M. Davalos, Texas, 1982

“They were dying — many families losing one or more in their family. It was getting so bad, the deaths, they even, they had to use wagons drawn by two horses to carry people to the grave. I remember seeing them past the house, seems like to me now it was every day. … At that time, when the phone would ring, when my mother or my father wanted to listen in, and they would turn to us, and they would name the person they just heard had died. It was night and day that you would hear about these people dying. My father never got the flu but he would go to town and buy groceries for the neighbors and take it to the front porch. And we didn’t get the flu at all in our family, but it was terrible.”

— Robert McKinney Martin Jr., 1996

“Another thing about it: people that die, the very stoutest of people. We had a fireman at the place I worked. I used to go out to the boiler room and smoke a cigarette. Me and him were pretty good friends. One day I went out there and they said he was sick. And I went out the next day and they said he was dead. They died just that quick.”

— James Pharis, Spray (now Eden), North Carolina, 1989

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Excerpts and audio courtesy the Louie B. Nunn Center for Oral History, University of Kentucky Libraries; Charles Hardy, West Chester University; Southern Oral History Program, University of North Carolina Center for the Study of the American South.

This article originally appeared in The New York Times .