'Nursing at the Horton' - 1956 to 1962; when hospitals were run by nurses. Matron was all powerful, demanding considerable respect from all. We were taught patients came first, second and last, everything else had to fit in between. The relationship between them, and the local people was; 'They are our patients, and we were their nurses'. During this time student nurses were responsible for cleanliness in the hospital. We knew that if a patient developed a hospital born infection - heads would roll! Our heads remained safe. Antibiotics had just become available, in limited supply. The nurses...
'Nursing at the Horton' - 1956 to 1962; when hospitals were run by nurses. Matron was all powerful, demanding considerable respect from all. We were t...
Dawn was born England 1940, just after the start of WWII. Raised in a Northamptonshire village, she trained as a nurse, when training was done in hospitals. The work was hard, lasting 60 to 72 hours a week, taking classes in her spare time. She married Mike, an American, in 1962. In 1965 they moved to the States with two daughters. She continued her nursing career. She was shocked by the patient care, & the attitudes of medical staff, towards patients and nurses. The discourtesy to nurses, who had obviously received limited training, was unprofessional. This charts her experiences of the...
Dawn was born England 1940, just after the start of WWII. Raised in a Northamptonshire village, she trained as a nurse, when training was done in hosp...
This is a memoir of how I learned to garden as a young child in England, and grew up believing I had a brown thumb and couldn't grow anything. To developing a greenhouse business with my husband Mike in Vermont; introducing and promoting the English style gardens, baskets and containers for all to enjoy. Bringing many seeds plants and products new to America. There are over 100 color photographs for the readers to enjoy and develop ideas for their own gardens Our personal final experience was sad, but we still treasure the memories and time we had doing it.
This is a memoir of how I learned to garden as a young child in England, and grew up believing I had a brown thumb and couldn't grow anything. To deve...