Chesapeake and Ohio Hospital School of Nursing - Aeneid Yearbook (Huntington, WV)

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ancf uesiameni I, Peggy Payne, will my ability to get into predicaments and messes to anyone who has the ability to get out of them. I, Becky Powell, will my place in lunch line to anyone who possesses a strong stomach. I, Sue Pugh, will all my train passes from Charlottesville and Baltimore to anyone who enjoys to travel. I, Carol Racer, will my “little sisters”, Helen Shafer and Liz Hall, only the best memories of my experiences at C 0. I, Sherrel Scott, will my positive thinking to Lynn Sparks in hopes she will share it with others. I, Barbara Wilson, will my quick temper to everyone who is without one — there is enough to go around. We, the Senior Class, will to our determined underclassmen our class song in hopes that they will be successful in achieving their “impossible dream”. “THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM” To dream the impossible dream. To fight the unbeatable foe. To bear with unbearable sorrow. To run where the brave dare not go. To right the unrightable wrong. To be better far than you are. To try when your arms are too weary. To reach the unreachable star. This is my quest, to follow that star; No matter how hopeless; no matter how far. To be willing to give when there’s no more to give. To be willing to die so that honor and justice may live. And I know if I’ll only be true to this glorious quest. My heart will lie peaceful and calm when I lay to my rest. The world will be better for this. That one man scorned and covered with scars. Still strove with his last ounce of courage. To reach the UNREACHABLE STAR. 19

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East le)Ef We, the graduating class of 1968, being of meek mind, body, and spirit, do hereby bequeath the following to our underclassmen: I, Judy Boyd, will my ability to sleep any place, anytime, and under any circumstances to anyone who needs it. 1, Donna Craft, do hereby will my ability to drive Mrs. Lugar up the wall to anyone who thinks they can get by with it. I, Sandy Dorland, will my ability to eat and my hoof and mouth disease to Nancy Prewitt -- she is already pretty good at both. 1, Barbara Durham, will my many textbooks to anyone who will use them. 1, Barbara Garber, will my ability to play the piano for devotions to anyone who would not like their hands to fall off. 1, Judy Garten, will my ability to date the same fellow througli 3 years of training to Cecelia Ross — she already has a good start. 1, Susan Garten, will the Nurses Residence locks for the bathrooms . . . mine always seemed to be lacking one. I, Donna Hartbarger, will my bed in the Annex to anyone who likes the occupancy. 1, Jill Johnson, will my ability to sleep through OB and Psych classes to anyone who feels daring. I, Barbara Knight, will the “K” mailbox and my Mother’s daily letters to my sister, Linda Kniglit. 1, Jean Lockridge, will my ability to fall asleep in Miss Garland’s class at least once every week to anyone who enjoys being yelled at. 1, Barbara Martin, will my shaky hands to any underclassman who needs an extra pair. I, Sharon McCormick, will my northern accent to anyone who thinks they can do it justice. 1, Chris McDaniel, will my incorrect grammar to Miss Garland in hopes she will do much to improve it. 1, Donna McFadden, will my ability to get into trouble without really trying to my “little sister’’, Mary Jane Patton. I, Martha Moore, will to my little sisters, Patty Potts and Carolyn Sanger, what is left of my intestinal fortitude they will need it to finish training. I also will my ability for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time to anyone who is brave enough to want it.

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Gfass Gfisioru On Sunday, August 8, 1965, a new life began for 29 young, frightened, but extremely anxious girls. It was this day we embarked on a career in which there would never be a turning back. This experience would permanently effect our lives. Our class consisted of girls from Virginia, West Virginia, Illinois, Florida, and Penns}dvania. All had one dream in mind — to become the best professional nurse possible. I do not think anyone will forget that exciting day. It consisted of registration; a reception in the hospital dining room in which we were introduced to the faculty. Then the “good — byes” were said, and the tears began to fall. After talking to our fellow class members, we discovered we were not alone for each one was experiencing the same hopes and fears. The rest of the evening was spent moving in and having a big gab session at the water fountain. The next few weeks were spent learning our way around the hospital, trying to remember everyone’s name, electing class officers, and learning to live with a stranger. After six weeks of classes, staying up late studying for tests, failing tests, being scared to death by our clinical experience, and learning to fall to sleep by the music from the railroad yards and the perfumed fragrance from Covington; we were given one week vacation which was long overdue. The college life began, another first for C 0 and for us. It provided love for some. Jill, Becky, and Donna all met fellows at the college and later became their wives. We all learned to enjoy the taste of fried grasshoppers. You wouldn’t believe how one grasshopper can raise your grade. The most exciting aspect of college days was the ride to and from the Nurses Home. Have you ever made a square turn or crossed a bridge sideways? On March 27, 1966, all our tears, hard work, and loss of sleep were rewarded by receiving our caps — a gift worth all the effort each girl had exerted. With the coming of summer, the housemothers became experts of the outdoor grill. Barbara Knight was blessed with a pair of wheels which could often be seen going to Pratt, West Virginia. Fall ’66, brought Junior stripes, affiliations, and OR experience. We will be remembered as the only C 0 class never to attend fraternity parties while at U. VA., but we sure did enjoy weekends off and train rides from Baltimore. In OR Judy Boyd learned to re-scrub, and Susie’s desire to become an OR nurse increased. 1967, brought Senior stripes, Peds affiliation, and charge duty. Carol enjoyed filling out incident sheets during her charge duty. The Holly Ball proved to be the most wonderful of all. We were the first Senior class to be in complete attendance. Chris was chosen Queen and Donna McFadden was elected princess to everyone’s delight. As our Senior year came to an end, fear of state boards increased, but it was nice to be home as one big family again after a year and a half of separation. GRADUATION!! August, 1968, — who could believe it had really happened to us. None of this could have been possible without understanding and support from our parents and skillful guidance from our instructors. We leave with tears and sadness of being separated once again, but with much hope and happiness in our hearts for we are about to live the life we have planned for so long. We are proud of you C 0, and you shall never be forgotten. Good — bye. . . 20