St Francis Hospital School of Nursing - Cross and Crown Yearbook (Trenton, NJ)

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History to getting a child to take his medicine. Remember Wee School and Miss Kaminski? Spring Hew and sunburned faces entered the scene. Cooling off in the sum- mer heat was a comfort known to only the learned. Remember Susan and her mattress? . . . Cynthia hanging crepe paper at 1 a.m.? That summer brought late leaves, ten day stretches and a farewell to many of our friends. However, the two months soared by and September brought new experiences. Our big sisters graduated and we acquired new rooms with sinks. The Freshmen arrived and our egos soaredeLittle Sisters . . . two stripes . . . Seniors, at last! Classes resumed amidst the fun of orienting the Frosh to Saint Francis. iiAn elephant in September, remembers? We did quiet down, though, as M8181 beckoned and confidence began to grow as we became iiexperienced nurses? Will we ever forget D.F.,s IVs? . . . Marylynnis whites in the trash chute? . . . Lorettais iilegf? . . . Margiefs laugh? . . . Mrs. Chase in someone elseis bed? The advent of Thanksgiving brought Leagues, finals, Second Year rotations and weekends spent at the hospital. Contaminated or not-that was the question in the OR. Remember Lorrie,s umbilicus? Care studies gave us a look at private duty nursing . . . Orthopedics, Dr. Thurm, and the student versus the Hoyer lift . . . Isolation brought the promise of beautiful hands for the weekend. Christmas this year was saddened by the thought that it would be our last one together. Remember Pam as Santa . . . singing carols . . . working on the holidays . . . vacation? We welcomed new rotations as we brought in the New Year. Sister Clare Jerome, with a guiding hand and sometimes a necessary push, helped us through our Emergency Room experience. In the clinic we were introduced to a different type of nursing. Remember the farewell party for Dr. Prischa? Diet Therapy and sixth floor . . . salt or not-what a dilemma! Third North proved to be one of the most unpredictable floors in the hospital. The experience we gained here could never be measured. Easter vacation arrived and we marched off to New York on our Class Trip. Mama Leoneis could never survive on our tips. The rotation ended and we began the eighth quarterethe last lap. The thought made many of us tremble . . . Will we be ready to graduate by September? T.E.N.-what a switch! Now we were working nights and sleeping days. Suddenly our clumsiness became more noticeable as we tripped over overbed tables and bumped into beds! Remember Betty,s blanket on the window . . . 2 am. conferences . . . iiHey, Studenti, . . . classes at 8 am. on Mondays? Onward we marched through spring. Class rings were one of the high- lights of the season. Seminars reminded us of how much we had forgotten. Senior pictures . . . May Crowning . . . Retreat . . . Student-Faculty Picnic . . . Dinner Dance . . . The time Hew by so quickly. We polished up our nursing care and perfected the skills we had learned so long ago. As graduation ap- proached we realized that our years at Saint Francis could never be recaptured. Goodbyes were exchanged as we packed our suitcases and gave our rooms one Enal look. All that remains is memories. 59

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Class As our two years at Saint Francis draw to a close, we recall with fondness all the wonderful memories we have gathered in these hallowed halls. The thought of graduation brings feelings of ambivalence. How we long to wear the crisp white uniforms of graduate nurses! But, oh, how we will miss the friends who have been so dear to us. We all remember so well that first day. September 7, 1965, seems like ages ago. We tried to hide our feelings of uncertainty behind bright, smiling faces as we said farewell to our families. It was our big sisters who came to the rescue. The first night at dinner we were introduced to some new songs and we soon began to feel welcome in a place that would be home to us for the next two years. Our rooms began to resound with laughter and new friend- ships were formed. Remember the parties we held without fail every Thursday night? We could never fool Mrs. Liick, though! Who can forget Jean Ann under Betty,s bed at 11 p.m.? . . . Margids demerits? . . . Jackie and Janice sleeping with the lights on? Dancing in the halls became a common occurrence. Eight- to-four classes, quizzes, and homework on weekends became routine. Remember those classes in Fundamentals and poor Mrs. Chase? We thought we could never learn all those procedures by heart. Which comes iirst, systolic or diastolic? Finally our uniforms arrived, bringing with them our first day with lirealli patients. Remember our iirst bed baths? . . . Cathiefs and Margies exper- iences with pajamas? . . . Diane and the complete bath? Thanksgiving arrived and with it came many firsts . . . finals, Directofs list, a blue stripe, and the start of two full days in the area of our choice. The challenge of Psychiatric Nursing br0ught many rewarding and fulfilling exper- iences. Wednesday and Friday mornings on our favorite mode of transportation tthe school bus?l were eagerly awaited by those who traversed to State. Trading Post snacks, paper bag lunches and card games with the patients were a few of the highlights. Who will ever forget process recordings at 4 pm. on Fridays, guidance Clinic Visits, Neurology iiquizzesT and the Psych final? Snow Hurries were seen in the sky and the excitement of Christmas brought all of us a little closer. The Christmas dinner was a huge success. Remember singing xThe Twelve Days of Christmas, and how the faculty laughed? . . . Sr. Marian Therese serving the delicious turkey dinner? . . . Sr. Andrew passing out candy canes? The spirit of the season was manifested in the welcome we received from the patients at State and Donnelly as we led them in favorite Christmas carols. Obstetrics . . . The days in LozD were highlighted by liBaby carel and trips to the Chapel. Janice had other experiences . . . Giving TLC in the Nursery was a favorite pastime. Spring Fever hit us as we prepared for our short Easter vacation. It was fun while it lasted. Remember the night the second floor was permeated by the smell of sulfur? . . . Bonnie and her allergy will never be the same. The cafeteria re-echoed once more with our favorite songs . . . ill Came Here to Be a NurseT . . . llHarkT . . . TI Believel . . . liPeds is not a miniature Meszl We soon learned that there is a technique

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