White caps : the story of nursing ... / [Victor Robinson].

  • Victor Robinson
Date:
[1946]
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Credit: White caps : the story of nursing ... / [Victor Robinson]. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    DEDICATION: TO THE NURSE You were a slave in Homer s time, and washing the feet of a wan¬ dering beggar who sat in the hall of Odysseus, you were the first to recognize the returned master by his scars when his own wife doubted. ... In the harbor of Corinth on the Saronic gulf, where stood the pagan temple to Aphrodite, you were a Christian deaconess visiting the afflicted. ... You were a cloistered nun in the Hotel- Dieu of Paris, wal\ing for centuries through endless corridors, serving countless patients for Christ's sa\e. ... You were a Ring’s daughter, and were married to a \ing by Anselm in Westminster Abbey, but you put a hair shirt on your queenly body and lovingly hissed the feet of lepers and dried their wounds with your hair and built a hos¬ pital for their comfort. ... You were a Beguine of Flanders, and became \nown for your skillful ways with the sic\. ... You were a Daughter of St. Camillus, perishing with your Order when you went to the final plague in Barcelona. ... You were a Sister of Charity of Vincent de Paul, all France was your hospital, and then your white cornettes were seen abroad. ... You were a pauper in London town, heavy and filthy and drunfen, and in the absence of other em¬ ployment you became an asylum nurse, but as you could not read, you as\ed the lunatics to decipher the labels on the medicine bottles. ... In the lost abyss of Scutari, you were the Lady-with-the-Lamp, and with the background of a vast cemetery for statistics- your pity and your passion created Modern Nursing. ... You were a modern girl, and you became a trained nurse for Humanity's sa\e. . . . An the zero hour of Democracy, you landed with the American troops, and giving sulfa drugs and plasma under fire, you died on the beach¬ head of Anzio. ... You were a graduate of Lincoln Hospital, for your s\in was colored, and in the European Theatre of Operations you cared tenderly for German prisoners of war. ... You were an ILadassah nurse in Palestine, and refugee Jews from Poland and families of Arabs from the desert came to you for relief. ... You served at Bataan, where you had little to give the soldiers except a smile, and when the Japanese bombers blew your hospital to pieces you escaped by Clipper to Australia. . . . Now the war is over, and peace has come again, but Mother Earth, sic\ and hungry and tired, awaits your healing hands. . . .
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