A Nurse and Mother: My Life as a Post War Nurse

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A Nurse and Mother: My Life as a Post War Nurse

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Matron smiled. It was the smile that one woman gives to another and not the chilly facial movement from Matrons of old. Do you think you would be able to work 9 to 3.30? For a moment I couldnt think at all. There seemed something not quite right in being paid for so little labor. At the end of the Second World War, as husbands came back to Civvy Street their wives had Matron smiled. It was the smile that one woman gives to another and not the chilly facial movement from Matrons of old. Do you think you would be able to work 9 to 3.30? For a moment I couldnt think at all. There seemed something not quite right in being paid for so little labor. At the end of the Second World War, as husbands came back to Civvy Street their wives had the luxury of staying at home with the children. For a short while at least. Soon Evelyn realized she had to find part-time work to make ends meet, and to her astonishment she is offered part-time hours at her old hospital. The day-to-day job hadnt changed much, but she was now a nurse and mother. Whooping cough and measles could still kill a small child, and the early 50s polio epidemic left the whole country in shock. But the nurses worked hard, moaned incessantly about their aching feet and yet found things to laugh at, just as they did from the start of their training. If old soldiers never die, then neither do nurses.


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Matron smiled. It was the smile that one woman gives to another and not the chilly facial movement from Matrons of old. Do you think you would be able to work 9 to 3.30? For a moment I couldnt think at all. There seemed something not quite right in being paid for so little labor. At the end of the Second World War, as husbands came back to Civvy Street their wives had Matron smiled. It was the smile that one woman gives to another and not the chilly facial movement from Matrons of old. Do you think you would be able to work 9 to 3.30? For a moment I couldnt think at all. There seemed something not quite right in being paid for so little labor. At the end of the Second World War, as husbands came back to Civvy Street their wives had the luxury of staying at home with the children. For a short while at least. Soon Evelyn realized she had to find part-time work to make ends meet, and to her astonishment she is offered part-time hours at her old hospital. The day-to-day job hadnt changed much, but she was now a nurse and mother. Whooping cough and measles could still kill a small child, and the early 50s polio epidemic left the whole country in shock. But the nurses worked hard, moaned incessantly about their aching feet and yet found things to laugh at, just as they did from the start of their training. If old soldiers never die, then neither do nurses.
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Title A Nurse and Mother: My Life as a Post War Nurse Height
Evelyn Prentis Width
ISBN-13 9780091941383 Binding Paperback
ISBN-10 #0091941385 Spine Width
Publisher Ebury Press Pages 322
Edition 2010 Availability In Stock

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