This past Saturday, I received a box in the mail filled with old photos. The nurse practitioner who took my place when I left the Senior Center sent this delightful surprise. “Rita Wisniewski” (I changed all names in my book except for my immediate family) said in her note that sending me the pictures of the patients we both took care of was “long overdue.” Rita had read my book but due to illness was unable to come to the various venues in Chicago where I promoted the book 2019. Between ill health and the pandemic, Rita had forgotten about contacting me.
Rita read my book and recognized many of the patients I wrote about. Thanks to Rita, now I have pictures of those who appeared in my book.
Molly, a wiry, ninety-year-old woman with an Irish brogue, lived next door to Ms. Henry. She often dropped into the clinic to socialize rather than to seek care. She didn’t take medication, and rarely complained of aches or pains. P 103
Jerry Johnson, mildly retarded, wiggled between us, (on the dance floor) gyrating and twisting with abandon. It was a raucous moment that transcended age and ability. (At a retirement party) P 117
Lilly Parks, a strikingly attractive woman in her seventies, stuffed her shawl down the front of her dress, and staggered about the dance floor on her matchstick legs as if she was going into labor. I had heard she kept a silver handgun in her sock but that evening she must have left it at home since her slim ankles were surrounded only by her rolled-down stockings. She waddled around in the center of the room clutching her belly to hoots from an enthusiastic audience (same retirement party) P 117
Stella Bukowski: (Sitting in a wheelchair) A dirty blond wig sat askew on her head. Only one leg, which was covered with a wrinkled cotton stocking, extended past the skirt of her housedress, and her foot was encased in a heavy black orthopedic shoe. She reeked of a sharp ammonia smell. Urine? P 144
A picture of me that I have never seen before. However, I remember the poster, which was one of my favorites. I don’t remember where the picture was taken. The picture is too faded to read the citation on the bottom of the poster. Maybe one of you older nurses will recognize the poster and get back to me with the answer.
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Wow wow wow! The most interesting picture is of you. You were some pretty cutie! Still are with that twinkling sense of humor!
Also great to see these photos of some of your “customers”.
Hope to see you in person soon! Love Michele
I love everything about this post- the photos, especially after having read about all of these folks, and the descriptions underneath the photos. Also, I love the beautiful photo of you near the poster! It was also special to see my maiden name mentioned (won’t say where).Thank you so much dear Marianna!
I wondered if you would catch that.
How fun to get these photos. They contain floods of memories. Love the photo of you too.
How about those padded shoulders?
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Marianna, I love these pictures. They so remind me of some my home care/community based clients from past years. The picture of you is simply beautiful. A happy smile. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for commenting, Jane. The happy smile–I loved my job.
Love this post and the pictures! And you look beautiful!
Thanks for the lovely compliment, Betsy.
The pictures are wonderful supplements to the stories.