La Junta Mennonite School of Nursing - Nightingale Yearbook (La Junta, CO)

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ffiliation Affiliation is a period in our training anticipated with something of fear and trem- blingg experienced with a non-homogenous mixture of discomfort and enjoymentg looked back upon with appreciation for experience and knowledge gained, with amusement at our reactions and difficulties in new situa- tions, and with relief to know it is over. ln most of life's experiences it is the every day things, the little homely incidents occurring repeatedly, which fix themselves in our. memories. And so in the months of our affiliation we remember the everyday ptople and the everyday things. Isolation technique and the orange wood sticks, Smithy's chuckle and smile. Frankie trying to wriggle off his Brad- ford frame. Jimmy in his eczema mask, his bashful affectionate disposition. Heleirs daily screaming protestations when dressings were changed. Her Nurse, would you like to hear me sing? when the reverse side of her disposition was evident. Miss Bakke, Yes, honey, 1'll be there in at minutefl Miss Austin making her morning rounds with pad and ponc.l, darting here with a Now Miss ----A ---- , I don't like the way you carry out this procedure, this is serious bus- iness g and there, with a Miss ------- , please make up that bed in the hall right away. lt looks bad. And very occasionally We heard the remark, Now, Miss -------- , that is just tinefi On ments surgical the boys calling, Nurts, Nurtsf' 0n forty-eight hour Subqs and a VVagonstein!' In the diet kitchen Chuck and his irresponsible nonsense. In the emergency room Saturday nights and accident cases. Some events are so impressive that though they happen only once we never for- get them. Such an event was the making of our 'Baby Booksfl VVe see ourselves sitting in the middle of a loom strewn with maga- zines and cut-cd. N .m.i.y trying to Cl6C1tL6 if the Clapp baby, the Gerber baby, the .Johnson baby, or just any of those sweet cuddly things, best illustrates our point. A1'1d ihen, we iemeniber hearing some one call trom a neighboring room, Does anyone have an ektra picture or a man? Ineed some ances- tors lor my babyf' VVith off duty hours we associate Sun- day School and church services at the Swe- dish Evangelical lf ree church and the friend- ly folks who made us feel as one of themg pleasant evenings and delicious dinners with Helen and Eleanor or Mrs. Ericksong walk- ing out to Chiltarensj How many blocks was that? W'ell, who cares, we had good times doing it. Evenings at the Oxford AlJ21l1f.lT16HtS with Vvade and Marian make us think of cmelets Qwhich will you have, Jelly or cheese'?J, hamburgers, or cherry tarts. And why, oh, why did we laugh until our sides were sore! V But the greatest thrill of our six months affiliation came when our suitcases were packed to the last scratch and we departed from amid pleasures and palaces back to home, sweet, home. EDNA AMSTUTZ, '36

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JMHTZHUFQS Phebe Yoder ..,..... .,,,, P resident Grace Kauffman ....... ..... S ecretary Mary Hostetter, R. N. ..... Sponsor Class Flower ......,,.... Larkspur Class Colors ..... Blue and Silver Class Motto ..., .... C alled to Serve. A Nurses Prayer l rise with each morn, Lo1'd of Heaven, And empty myself at Thy feet: That Thou rnayest fill me with goodness And patience and Sympathy sweet. By Thy grace, in each moment of weakness The power of Christ I will claim. And hope, with its exquisite nearness, IVill be mine in each moment of pain. Make me amiable, sweet, Lord of Heaven. To my best, may I always be true, Keep me merry all day, for ttheirl sakes, Lordg And necessary to a few. In the right things may I be found earnestg Keep me Cheerful, joyful as a birdg Make me loving to everybodyg Kind, even in thought, and in word. l'll serve Thee, and nurse, Lord of heaven, And may always my soul dwell so deep That others, who drink at my fountain May through mo, be led to His feet. Lord help me that tlirough the ill body, The sin-sick soul, I, too, may wing And at the day's close, may my labors All be, to Thy Glory, Amen. MARIE YODER, '37, 31