Christ Hospital School of Nursing - Tower Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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A Bouquet from M arden of Memories 'r 'IWYILIGHT' l wander through my Garden of Memories, there to pluck a bouquet of my loveliest blossoms. My garden is my nurse's train- ing and hospital experience. lt is not largefjust three short yearsg but in it are many choice Howers. Come, wander with me down the path- ways, the stepping-stones of Theory and Practice, and share with me the beauties of my garden. Here are the roses, the other nurses whom l met. There are many varieties. See the stately tea roses. They are the Senior Nurses, calm, dignified, skillful, as they move about at their tasks. ln distinct contrast is that crimson rambler--a harum-scarum Sophomore, irrepressible and irresistible. Then l have in my garden a little wild roseethe Probief shy and timid, yet all my other varieties are only wild roses, cultivated, developed, specialized. Here is a bush of full-blown white rosesethe nurses, both students and graduates from other hospitals, with whom we worked at Childrens ln this corner are my favorite roses, the rosy, golden Talismans. They are my most intimate friends, that group whose lives have most closely touched mine- hearts of gold tinged with the rose of youth and idealism. l.et me linger just a moment, drinking in their fra- grant perfume. .-Xre there no thorns to my roses? you ask. Someone has said, 'LThere's a thorn for every rosefbut aren't the roses sweet? Besides, the thorns do snot prick if you handle them a-right. Hut come, we must leave this part of the Garden. l.et's stop at this bed of snapdragons. .-Xren't they the most deceptive flowers? From the name you won't expect to hnd a large, bold, blustering blossom. lnstead are pastel tints, a delicate, intricate pattern, exquisitely molded, a thing of beauty. They are the supervisors and instructors. Stories painted them as harsh, unfeeling, stormy folk, but we found them sympathetic, helpful, kind, a beautiful part of my Garden. ln this bed, as We Wander down the pathway, are the carnations-- spicy, sturdy, and independent. They are none other than the doctors, calm and cool in emergencyg yet brisk and eflicient as they go from room to room. Now you must see my pansy bed. l.ook at them holding up their velvety faces, sad, happy, gay, impish, and thoughtfulfall the range of human expression there. Can't you see in them the patients for whom we cared, human nature at its best and worst, suffering and unhappy, com- fortable and gay, anxious worried folks, patient or demanding, good and bad, saint and sinnerf all kinds of people who passed our way. Here at my feet, so tiny we almost missed them, are the forget-me-nots. But how could we forget the babies, the nursery of tiny folk so new on earth? 0-1

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Blonde or brunette, blue eyes or brown, tiny or chubby, each an individual with his or her own peculiar characteristics-there is nothing sweeter or daintier in my Garden. And yet one more bed of flowers-petunias tumbling over each other in a riot of color. You can't keep them in order, and yet if they are allowed to grow naturally and are kept free from weeds there will be no brighter spot in all the garden. Haven't you guessed what they are? Surely you haven't forgotten the little folks at Childrens Hospital? lrrepressible, at times one thought impossible, bubbling over with fun and laughter, brave and courageous-is it any wonder that I love them? Still my bouquet seems to lack something. Ah, now l know. YYait till l pick some, fern and lacy greenethe secretaries, the ohfice force, the aides, and orderlies, all those without whose help our work would be clithcult and incomplete. But now the evening shadows are falling, and already the silvery moonbeams play across the pathg' so we must leave my Garden with this Bouquet of Memories. -eb.. Dum, '34. To he Chrzifl Hofp1'1ol BY A PATIENT ET o11 ll hifl, iff he111111'11g fight .fhilltlfkf-fI7', The .T-VINLOZ of KZ g'fIZ!I7507l1F hope fo 1111111 Qf lllfllfillgf-07' hiy p1zi11, .vi11ee fi111e heg1111 Hit t77l'FtZff llllff .vroingeg and fihe ll g11i1z'111g 51111- Lezzffx 011 where .vrie11fe, wife fo hlfllf, 11o1' l77!Z7', .J111i pi!-vi11g heorzif H7111 h111111'.v fhfzf lilzll Reffore the vigor fort, 111i1i1'o fifeff fp1111, Unite lo .foofhe 11111f eizreg 7'Fl7ZOC't' the M111' Left h-vfoiif !1ope!e.f.v11e.v5 1171171 f11.ff1'f1fe phziig Rerfore the-ffiith llllff cheer ihro' .flff-l7'i71lQ' lost. Czzlhvz' hiv fhe 111111111 of Him wfzoje he111'f l'0llfd.f64'f The woes of of! 1111111hi1111', whose 1'0ZlL'hZ 1iit'i11e lbffzffe whohf, thix Home of 1We1'r-v .fo bflligll Dofh, 111 fha .fpirif of the .W11.v1e1', heal. 65