St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, August 11, 1907
I thought this article was interesting for this line:
The milkmaid, accidentally vaccinated by her trade, escaped smallpox, and so gained the repute for fresh complexion..
Milkmaids, from their close proximity to cows, would commonly get cowpox at some point, and would then be immune to smallpox. The first smallpox vaccine, introduced by
Edward Jenner, was brought about in this way:
In 1796, Sarah Nelmes, a local milkmaid, contracted cowpox and went to Jenner for treatment. Jenner took the opportunity to test his theory. He inoculated James Phipps, the eight-year-old son of his gardener, with material taken from the cowpox lesions on Sarah’s hand. After a mild fever and the expected local lesion James recovered after a few days. About two months later Jenner inoculated James on both arms with material from a case of smallpox, with no effect; the boy was immune to smallpox.
“We take vaccines so for granted in the United States,” Gates explained during a news segment on the matter for HuffPost Live on Thursday. “Women in the developing world know the power of [vaccines]. They will walk 10 kilometers in the heat with their child and line up to get a vaccine because they have seen death.”
The first smallpox vaccination was tested on James Phipps. He was initially given a small dose of cowpox (blue), which was not lethal to humans. Afterwards, he was given a small dose of smallpox (red) and showed no symptoms of infection. Thus, the smallpox vaccination was developed (and variolation became a thing of the past).
I just want to ask you, especially if you aren’t a Native/indigenous person, to research what tribes lived in your area, to research their history. Because the land you’re on was probably stolen from its original inhabitants. Be aware of the people who came before you. And actually - be aware that the people who came before you, in many cases, may be alive today. These people are vastly diverse and hugely important, and deserve to be known as such. All of us non-Natives benefit from the injustices perpetuated against them.
For that character meme, @lurkerdelima asked for my headcanons (i guess that’s what they are?) for my smallpox Thomas Hamilton. I’ve only written him twice, but here’s what I got:
– Not a day goes by where he doesn’t think of Miranda. In Savannah, especially in the early days, the only way he made it through a day would be by imagining conversations with her (it was too painful to think about James). They’d converse in his head, often the same conversations over and over, fine-tuned and perfected over the years, about the best way to earn favor with the guards and other prisoners, the best way to plant seeds evenly, the best way to tend to an ill friend. Now, back with James, it’s even worse. He finds himself constantly turning, mouth opening to speak, or turning up to smile, at something James has said or done, only to find his best friend won’t be there to smile back at him.
– He had been with James the first time he ever saw a man hanged. All the other times, he’d been with strangers.
– Life in Savannah was easier than at other prisons or asylums, sure. But a prison is still a prison, and men are the same everywhere. Guards are the same everywhere. Thomas knows he can tend a garden with broken fingers. He can work twelve hour days with influenza. He can withstand sunburn over sunburn over bruises over sunburn. As a child, the only serious injury he’d received in his sheltered youth was a bruised tailbone after falling from a tree. He was four years old, and his mother had praised him for not crying, for being so brave through the pain. Thomas had climbed that tree often. He could see over the high gates surrounding his home. Up there, he could see the people of London on the streets. He could see a lot. He could see far. He had known, even then, there were always worse pains.
— He had a lover before James, before Miranda, even. She was only one who knew about him, though. The man had been older, a friend of his father’s, and Thomas had been freshly 19 and eager to learn about the world. His lover had spent just over a year teaching Thomas all the ways in which he could feel pleasure, to be comfortable with his body, with who he was and what he wanted. To love without apology. The final lesson had come when the man had moved away to the Colonies with his wife and children, without a final goodbye, or indeed any word at all, to Thomas. He never begrudged the man for it, and thought of him fondly still, years later. But he knew then to never feel shame for what he yearned for in this life.
– He has a quiet bet going on with himself to get Silver to ride him by Christmas. It hasn’t happened yet, but he likes his odds.
Hey, I love the Smallpox verse. However do Silver and Thomas genuinely dislike each other or are just hiding mutual attraction (or one-sided attraction) via insults?
that’s an interesting question. i think they are vastly different people with different views of the world
thomas is an idealist, which is worse than an optimist, because idealists know the world is shit but think that people have the capacity to make it better
silver is a realist, which is worse than a pessimist, because realists love to brag about how they are realists.
from thomas’s point of view, silver threw away everything flint struggled and fought for, his goals, his dreams his ideals – because those things aren’t important to silver. he doesn’t have ideals. but he has to reconcile the fact that, without silver, he wouldn’t have james back.
from silver’s point of view, thomas’s foolish idealism and refusing the back down from the risks inherent in his goals, his ideals, is what resulted in, well, everything. it’s the perfect cautionary tale as to what happens when you let your ideals get the better of you: you end up in prison, your boyfriend runs away with your wife, your boyfriends spends ten years murdering people, your wife dies, your boyfriend murders more people. but silver has to reconcile the fact that, without thomas, the man silver knows as james flint would not exist. flint, the fierce pirate captain who first enamored him – and james, the soft ginger fighting for love and wanted nothing more than to raise silver up.
thomas would love to debate their differences until kingdom come and be super chill the whole time, while silver tends to get really heated and angry while arguing. instead silver will try to insinuate and manipulate around their differences, which will piss thomas off. it would be a continuous power struggle for the rest of their days, but a struggle that, at the end of the day, would just be a fight over who gets to top that night
because they do also want to fuck each other into submission. and they both also want to push each other until the other gets frustrated enough to fuck them into submission.
and if all else fails, they still have a common interest that will never waiver: how much they enjoy fucking flint.
So like, there’s that pseudo-historical story that gets repeated that when the conquistadors arrived in Mexico they were regarded as white-skinned gods, which you would think on the surface is so ridiculous and self-congratulatory no one would buy it but its still repeated in high school classrooms across the country. I counter that there were way better, real stories that y’all have never heard, that disprove this idea of ignorant natives with no clue who or what these white men were. (These are from Bernal Diaz’s firsthand account The Conquest of New Spain, itself obviously not an impartial source but not as steeped in myth as later accounts)
1. When Cortez’s ships first approached the Mexican coast, they were greeted by cries of Castilan! Castilan! (aka Castilian, as in the Castile region of Spain) This is because a good while prior two Spaniards had become marooned in that area after a shipwreck. One, a priest, scorned the locals but learned some of the language, serving as Cortez’s translator until Malinche became his mistress. The other “went native,” joining the local tribe and adopting their culture. When the Spanish arrived, the priest asked if he wanted to come join Cortez, to which the other man refused, as he now had married an indigenous woman, had children, and received the tattoos and piercings common to local warriors. He would go on to die fighting the Spanish when they later waged a genocidal campaign against that region’s population, with a statue in the area honoring his memory to this day.
2. The idea that the Spanish looked totally dissimilar, to the point of seeming like “white-skinned gods,” is extra ridiculous when you learn that one of the tribe fighting along side Cortez (the Spanish won much less for their “advanced technologies, which amounted to about 8 muskets and a rusty cannon, and much more for the 500,000 Mexican allies they rallied against the Aztecs, whose numbers were soon decimated by the biological calamity of smallpox) there was an indigenous man who looked so similar that they began to joke about “our Cortez” and “their Cortez.”
Idk, that book is one of the first things that got me into history, and I would much rather relay random anecdotes from it to my tumblr peeps than write my final papers rn :p
Cracked.com is right about this. It’s mentioned in articles on FAMSI. For the Aztecs the Spaniards were greatly outnumbered even with their allies. There was no way they could have won by numbers, but disease won instead.
The Smallpox verse has me laughing and going awwwww every time I read it, I absolutely love it. Will there be more and if so, how much more? (I mean is it three, four parts, I'm not asking for the word count, I'm not counting to say 900, 1000 words and then going right that's enough!")
awwww thanks anon! i’m glad you liked it! especially because i LITERALLY wrote the opening to another smallpox fic earlier today! it’s probably gonna be longer than the last one i wrote, because this one will have something of a real plot and not just porn (emphasis on JUST, there will of course be porn in addition to plot). so idk when it’ll be ready to post bc my life is madness rn but i’m hoping in the coming weeks!
i also got a tumblr prompt (WHICH I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT) asking for more smallpox but like…it might fit in with this other idea i have rn so i might just add it in, we’ll see we’ll SEEE
I'm a relative of George Washington and I was wondering if you could hit me with fun George facts, especially him with his family ones?
Washington was actually born on February 11, 1731, but when the colonies switched to the Gregorian calendar from the Julian calendar, his birthday was moved eleven days. Since his birthday fell before the old date for New Year’s Day, but after the new date for New Year’s Day, his birth year was changed to 1732.
In 1976 Washington was posthumously awarded the highest rank in the U.S. military, ever. Nobody can ever have a higher rank than he had.
He never chopped down a cherry tree.
HE LOVED DOGS.
He lost more battles than he won.
In the Braddock disaster of 1755, Washington’s troops were caught in the crossfire between British and Native American soldiers. Two horses were shot from under Washington, and his coat was pierced by four musket balls, none of which hit his actual body.
George Washington did not have wooden teeth.
George Washington started school when he was 6 years old. He left school at 15 to become a surveyor because his mother couldn’t afford to send him to college.
When he was 57, he had every one of his teeth pulled.
running home to you (9230 words) by vowelinthug Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Sails Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Captain Flint/John Silver, Captain Flint/Thomas Hamilton, Madi/John Silver Additional Tags: Talking, Smallpox, More talking Summary:
“See? I told you I didn’t kill him.”
post-finale, where everyone learns a valuable lesson about communication and smallpox