Long before the term "quarantined" referred to a computer virus, peoples homes were placed in quarantine when there was a contagious disease in the home. That is what happened at our house in the spring of 1956.
Apparently, the doctor reported our cases of scarlet fever to the Health Department. The Public Health Department came to our house and placed a large sign that read "Quarantined" in bright red letters on our front door. Bob, who was stationed on a Navy base several hundred miles north of our home, wasn't allowed to come home until we all passed the contagious period. No one (except the doctor) was allowed to go in or out of our home. Friends and relatives shopped for my Mother and left the groceries on the front porch. And so my Mother, who was in the early stages of pregnancy, was left to care for four very sick children all by herself.
We were all so sick that we couldn't get into too much trouble, but my Mother still had her hands full trying to take care of all of us. I could barely get out of bed and slept most of the days away. When we ate, we drank liquid meals, like soup and jello because it was so difficult to swallow. I had no interest in television or reading, I was much too sick for recreational activities. Even with the miracle drug, Penicillin, our fevers lasted for days. We were all very sick kids.
My Mother, being the practical woman she was, set about disinfecting our house. Everything was scrubbed and disinfected, and if one of us kids touched anything while we were contagious, it was scrubbed and disinfected again. And once we were able to get out of bed, we were scrubbed and disinfected too. We were the cleanest kids in the cleanest house in town.