The once lively streets of Pennsylvania couldn’t hear shoes clicking against a creaky wooden staircase. The only noise that could be heard in this abandoned ghost town was the sound of a long dress sweeping against the floors of a once prosperous journalist’s home. Only the locked up homes would listen to the drawn out sigh from Mother Smith. But the only person who could hear her thoughts was herself. The town was so alive then. Even after the fever, many of the citizens still bounced back, ready to take on another bout of the epidemic. No one would know of polio yet, of course. But this cousin of the Yellow Fever seemed more alarming, since no one knew how it was spread. It would steal your limbs and leave you unable to move. Polio would