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

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Class of 1970, being of apparent sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath the following: I, Anna Adkinson Baxter, will my interests in nursing and a certain X-ray student to a student nurse. I, Donna Sue Blackburn, will my ability of organization to anyone who has the courage to accept it. I, Elizabeth Ann Graham, will my quick temper to any person who needs one. I, Martha Rebecca Hilbom, will my ability to get into trouble without trying, and my ability to worry about everything to anyone who can control it better than I have. I, La Verne Paxton Hileman, will all of Junior’s many dirty diapers to Ruth Nicely. I, Harriet Alderson Irvine, will my innocence to Terry Ingram, as I no longer need it, and she could use some. I, Linda Faye Knight, will sure and very unquestionable happiness to each student nurse who has true friends in her c lassmates and acquaintances. I, Elizabeth Ann Mills, will my ability to do surgical preps to anyone brave enough to handle it. I, Janeen Kay Orr, will my innocent “smirk” to Miss Garland, and Miss Garland to all who love nursing and knowledge. I, Nancy Raye Prewitt, will my ability to get into trouble to Deisher, Fazio, or any other deserving Junior. I, Ronda Grace Saunders, will my buddies from Kappa Psi (all but one) to any underclassman lucky enough to study pediatrics at the Children’s Hospital of Michigan, in Detroit. I, Annemarie Schuller, will my ability of “commenting on subjects” to fellow students-good luck! I, Linda Bower Secrist, will to future Seniors my memories of hard work, long suffering, and a payment of personal satisfaction and service to our fellow man. I, Dorothy Ann Spence, will my R.D.-itis-O.E. to anyone who can survive it OR cure it; and the memories of Herman and Herksheimier to Miss Bussard and Mrs. Lugar. I, Gloria Ann Stone, will Detroit, snow, the ocean, happiness, sleeping, dancing. Corvettes, traveling, and psychiatric nursing to anyone who loves them as much as I do. I, Jeanne Marie Walton, will my ability for contracting hoof-’n-mouth disease to Judy Deisher, who appears to be susceptible. I, Mary Carver Wood, will the private room on fourth to anyone my age who has the nerve to try it. I, Linda Ward Yates, will Detroit life, sleep, obstetrics. South H, and being different to anyone who likes it as much as I do. I, Barbara Frango Zicafoose, will my love for nursing to anyone who will use it wisely. I, Claudine May Zollman, will the enjoyment of life to anyone willing to look for it. 17

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SPONSORS Many thanks go out to our spon¬ sors who have meant so much to u s these past three years! Mrs. Walton Miss Garland The Senior Class Song, “Less of Me,” recorded by Glen Campbell, was taken from the following poem: DAILY CREED Let me be a little kinder, Let me be a little blinder To the faults of those about me, Let me praise a little more. Let me be, when I am weary. Just a little bit more cheery; Let me serve a little better The God we would adore. Let me be a little meeker With the brother who is weaker; Let me strive a little harder To be all that 1 should be. Let me be more understanding. And a little less demanding. Let me be the sort of %iend That you have always been to me. John Gray 1G

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CLASS HISTORY The year was 1967, the date September 24, and the day was a warm, sunny and colorful Sunday afternoon. This was the beginning of a new life for twenty-four Freshmen students who arrived with family and friends at Chesapeake and Ohio Hospital School of Nursing. We were given a warm welcome by the faculty, who gave a reception in our honor in the hospital cafeteria. Then, too, our “Big Sisters” had some special activities planned in our behalf, such as all the little niceties of initiation too numerous to mention! We spent our first week in leisure, getting acquainted, touring the paper mill in Covington, picknicking at Natural Bridge, and touring the campus of Washington and Lee University in Lexington. For most of us it was quite an adjustment to make, especially in blocking from our minds the comforting sounds from the railroad yards in trying to get a decent night’s sleep, and then awaking to the heavenly aroma blowing in the winds to us from the direction of Covington. Our week of orientation came to a close with the beginning of our classes at the Dabney S. Lancaster Community College. For most of us this was a big step we were taking. It was the beginning of a long, hard climb to our ultimate goat of someday becoming a registered nurse. We realized that this was going to take a lot of determination, and that some would make it and some of us would stop somewhere along the way for one reason or another. Mixed with our college days were those first few days we spent in the clinical area — those patients really had our sympathy! Much to our surprise, we learned that we had all thumbs on our hands, feet that tripped easily and were awkward, and faces that turned red for no good reason. Somehow we survived it all and made it to capping, which gave us a strong feeling of pride and accomplishment. To our plain white caps were added two black velvet stripes which began our Junior year. We had several activities to keep us busy — studying. District meetings. State conventions, and affiliations. Our class was divided into halves for our rotation in Psychiatric Nursing in Baltimore, Maryland. We then met again as one group at the University of Virginia in Charlottesville for an exciting three months in Obstetric Nursing. At the close of this affiliation and a short vacation, we at long last entered our final year. We were now dignified Seniors, and wore a wide black band across our caps. We started out on our last long train ride — this time to Detroit for our final affiliation, at Children’s Hospital of Michigan. Upon returning to C. 0. we had some odds and ends to take care of, such as I.C.U., I.V. therapy, O.R., and O.P.D. As we approached the close of our Senior Year we were faced with new fears, hopes, ambitions and goals. August 16, 1970 . . . GRADUATION ! ! ! Who could believe it?! (A graduate cap, pin, and bouquet of flowers). Our dream that at one time seemed impossible had actually been fulfilled! Thanks to our parents, instructors, friends and all those who gave us such faithful support, and encouraged and coached us along. (And BLESS those housemothers for three years of putting up with us). Now with treasured memories, mixed emotions, and with much hope and happiness in our hearts, we each part to our own separate ways, again to find new friends, new roles, new situations, and new challenges! 18