Grace General Hospital - Our Days of Grace Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Joan Trevenen — Winnipeg, Manitoba. “Patience is the best remedy for every trouble.” Rudens President of our recreational activities. Instigator and initiator of between class nonsense. One of the more fortunate ones situated close to home. Always cheerful. Future plans—Touring California—with an eye for Italian recipes. Joyce Vust — Portage la Prairie, Manitoba. “Virtue is the performance of pleasant actions.” James Stevens Our hard working Year Book editor. Affection¬ ately called “crotchet”, she is noted for her beautiful crocheting and embroidering. Besides keeping us all in stitches, she can cook—onion soup in a jam pail. Would like to own a “Vustwagon”. Future plans—nursing in Portage. Leona Zacharias — Meadow Lake, Saskatchewan. “It is easier not to speak a ' word at all than to speak more words than we should.” Kempis Leona joined our ranks as an ex-assistant lab technician. A conscientious worker, she is often found on second doing her beautiful embroidery work which is the envy of everyone. Leona loves to travel and visit friends. Future plans—work close to home. Carole Irvine —Winnipeg, Manitoba. Although illness has separated you from our ranks, we have not forgotten your friendliness to all, classmates and patients alike. We hope you will soon return to finish those last few months. Elizabeth Scott — Winnipeg, Man. Always remembered for her happy smile, pleasing ways, and friendliness to one and all. We wish Betty the best of luck in future endeavours. 32

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Sonia Siarchuk — Yorkton, Saskatchewan. “You ain’t heard nothin’ yet folks.” Jolson. Busy! Busy! That’s our Sonia. If not in the sewing room then “apple-pieing” beds. Always popular for her food from home. Can hold up her end of any argument especially defending Saskatchewan. Future plans—Back to Saskatchewan or north to Thompson. Doreen Thorpe Kenora, Ontario. “I had a pleasant time with my mind for it is happy.” L. M. Alcott One of our very busy members of the Residence Committee and Glee Club. Among the first of 6 IB to receive a diamond. This blue-eyed blonde also proved her worth as a patient. Often found trying to arrange days off to go home. Future plans—St. Joseph’s Hospital, Kenora. Georgina Tomms — Brandon, Manitoba. “After the coffee, things ain’t so bad.” Knibbs Our lively redhead with the ambitious sense of humour. Banking pays pretty good dividends eh, Jean? When not going home or to her friends, Jean is often “out”. Future plans—among other things— a tour of California. Phyllis Tohms — St. Vital, Manitoba. “Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.” Carl Sandburg Punctuality is a must for this tall, curly-haired gal. Phyllis’s motto—“Early to bed, early to rise— Early enough to crochet before going on duty. Well known for her CH’itis and her housemaid’s knee. Always found sleeping, studying, or at home. Future plans—work at Grace or possibly the Arctic will beckon. 31

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JL yee % On the silken thread of our mortal lives Are three score pearls and ten; Though perchance the string may be incomplete — Pearls missing toward the end. Jlree “pearls As the choicest gem from the oyster shell Tells of the greatest pain, Even so our pearls will be sorted out, Not according to our gain: On the perfect string that is fairly matched They hang, with a graceful sweep, In graduated sequence strung From infancy to ... . sleep. But to long hours of honest toil, To disappointments, fears, The weariness of common tasks, The heartaches, and the tears. And the largest, most alluring pearls Are placed in the middle span; They speak of the years of service spent For God and fellowman. To our thread we have added three new pearls And we know, when the string’s complete, They will hang with the ones we value most As we lay us down to sleep. cJC etter to my V- a rents Dear Mom and Dad, I was just sitting here thinking about these past three years, about how wonderful you have been and could think of no better way to show my appreciation than to write you this letter. To-morrow night we graduate. You will be out there in the crowd, sitting back and letting me take all the glory. But really you should be up there on the stage with me for it is you who deserve to receive most of the credit for this moment. Remember three years ago when I entered training? That was a big step in my life; a step that can never again be equalled. It was you who encouraged me to take that step, to venture out on my own but who still remained near to give moral support. Remember too those first six months? I think it was you, Dad, who suffered „ most during that period — your pocketbook at any rate. Seriously though you both were there giving me encouragement and support when I was feeling dis¬ couraged and laughing with me when I told of my many blunders. Then came the Capping Ceremony when we were officially accepted into the training school. You were there then, in the audience as I took that first step up the ladder. The second and third year have now slipped quickly by. Thinking back I remember all the small and large crises I came up against and always you were there, encouraging, sympathizing, sometimes scolding but always ready to lend a helping hand. In these three years I hope I have justified your pride in me and in the future I hope to continue to live up to the standards that you encouraged me to follow. In closing I say “thank you.” This is a very small word to express the deep appreciation I have for yo ur constant faith, guidance, and assistance. I can only thank God for having two wonderful parents like you. Your loving daughter, 33