St Boniface School of Nursing - Estole Fideles Yearbook (St Boniface, Manitoba Canada)

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4 4f)e5iage to the 1948 Cj raduatincj (die G r La55 a RADUATION—Commencement—-two words of great significance to you which have the power to arouse mingled emotions of sadness, joy and hope. It has been said that there are two mental sports in which the human mind finds great pleasure, they are: looking backward and looking forward. There is no better day to indulge in this favorite pastime than on your graduation day when your mind is filled with memories of what has been and visions of what is to be. You have reached the bend of the road. Your gradu¬ ation terminates a period of time given over to the acquisition of knowledge and skills necessary to qualify you as professional nurses. You have had to put forth exacting and persevering effort for the last three years and have frequently sacrificed some of the freedom which youth craves. I think you will agree with me, however, at least in your moments of peaceful meditation, that nothing else could have given you greater satisfaction than the privileges and opportunities which your Alma Mater has made possible for you. And now, you have completed your course. I congratulate you on your success in achieving this goal and also on your choice of nursing as your life work. We who have watched you develop to professional maturity have confidence in your future. May you always be true to the picture of the Ideal Nurse sketched for us by Dr. Herbert L. Northrop: “She has the noble brow of an idealist, with the vitality to make her dreams come true; her body is strong and pliable with a capacity for work; she radiates health; she is comprehensive; understanding and generous in her sympathies; she sees life as it is—has few illusions but is not pessimistic; she knows the difficult road she has chosen and does not complain of its hardships; she is practical, efficient and trustworthy, her lips smile with the fervor of ambition and her eyes glow with the vision of service. She stands in our midst brave, vivid, dynamic—her ideali¬ zation warming the heart of humanity like a steady flame.” May you be such a nurse and “in the dark pathways of life you will be the light.” SR. DELIA CLERMONT, Supt. of Nurses. SR. DELIA CLERMONT, Supt. of Nurses e55ac e Stidter Superior SISTER ALBINA BOISEVERT, S.G.M. General Superintendent and Superior. To the 1948 Graduating Class: Your three long years of training are now ended, and the glory of your graduation day is here to crown the generous efforts of your student’s career. As professional women, you have before you a future full of promise. Success will be yours if you live up to the standards and principles of your Alma Mater. We gladly share your legitimate pride of having achieved the goal. It is indeed a great pleasure for me to congratulate you at this time and express the wish, THAT THE LORD BE WITH YOU In your joys, to sanctify them, In your sorrows, to soften them, In your successes, to bless them, And in your trials, to relieve them. SISTER ALBINA BOISVERT, S.G.M., General Superintendent and Superior. 8

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6 Bennington Terrace, Edinburgh 6, Scotland. My Dear Miss Kingsley: One’s memory performs its functions in diverse manner. In this case I had conveniently forgotten your request of a few months ago to write a letter to the editor depicting some experiences in and impressions of this country. On receiving a short note from you regarding this matter, a slight blush of embarrassment crept over me for I had hoped you would forget. Why any meagre efforts on my part should be honored to grace the pages of the Nurses’ Year Book is beyond comprehension, for there are many whose pens are much more gifted and extremely more fluent than mine. Perhaps it will afford a source of amusement in days to come to any who will thumb through the Journal and will then either reminisce or wonder! Although it is only about five months since I left St. Boniface Hospital, at times it feels much longer and in other instances I can’t perceive how the weeks have flitted by so rapidly. I won’t belabor you with a travelogue of places seen or visited for excellent descriptions are obtainable in catalogues from any Travel Bureau. Indeed, except for a week in London (spent with Dr. Miller) and a few days in the Lake District in Cumberland, I came straight to Edinburgh and have not had the opportunity to do much sightseeing. That will have to wait. Edinburgh is claimed to be a very beautiful city, but my first impression on arrival coincided with that of the person who called it “Auld Reekie,” because of the innumerable chimney pots that it possesses for its skyline. However, as the natives say “we have the most beautiful street in the world in the Princess Street,” and that is true. For about the mile that this street extends one side is taken up by gardens and monuments, the Museum and Art Gallery, and the street (and the whole city for that matter) is overlooked by stately Edinburgh Castle. I am waiting for the gardens to bloom, for I arrived too late to see them in all their glory and splendor. In addition there are numerous picturesque and historic places of interest, all steeped in heritage, that can be visited and I have availed myself of this as far as time permits. My reason for coming here, as you know, was not for pleasure, but for studies. These I might add, are progressing favourably. In addition to attending a strenuous course of lectures, we visit the different hospitals in small clinical groups to see cases, make ward rounds, watch operations and so forth. Heretofore it has all been very profitable. The courses end about May and after that . . . Because of the drawing power of its University, Edinburgh is really Cosmopolitan. Apart from the Poles attending the Polish Medical School, one sees people from India (Sikhs, Moslems and Hindu’s), Egypt, Arabia, Malaya, Malta, Baghdad, China, South Africa, West Indies, etc., etc. One’s whole time could be taken up just talking to these people about their countries, its customs and so forth. It seems that a letter from here should contain some mention about “austerity” and the “weather.” Regarding the former, as applied to conditions here at present, “austere” is a mild word and I shan’t dwell upon it. The weather though is a favorite topic of mine and I could go on for pages, but the descriptive language would be censored as unfit for consumption. Suffice to say that it intensifies and augments Vancouver’s worst winter weather by raining almost all the time, and that when it isn’t drizzling or raining the skies are so overcast with murky clouds