I was young and we were poor. How poor? We lived in the Seattle area in a tarpaper shack. The only thing we had for heat was an old sheet metal tent stove. Often one or more of us had colds. One winter long before i was 5 years old I got pneumonia and as we couldn't afford a Dr. my mother treated me with a very old remedy. If you haven't had a hot mustard plaster on your chest, you have missed out on one great and absolutely worthless treatment. About the only other thing which would be equally worthless for the same ailment would be to stick your head in a beehive. That is about what it felt like to me and even today, thinking back on that time, I get the jemmies just thinking about it.