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      Recollections 
      1. 
              Val Turner 
              Esk, Queensland, 
              Australia |  
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      Thank you to  Val Turner, formerly of Colinton, Edinburgh, and now 
      living in Queensland, Australia for recalling some of her experiences as a 
      child in Edinburgh. 
      Val wrote this note after spending three weeks recently in hospital in 
      Queensland, Australia: |  
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              Royal Hospital for Sick Children 
              1940s 
            Nurses 
            "I 
            used to love seeing the nurses and sisters in their white starched 
            uniforms, looking so lovely, cool and sterile.  It must have 
            been very difficult for them, but with their black stockings and 
            little red capes which they wore when going outside, I used to 
            think, this is for me!!  But  
            then, when I was told of the bedpans, slops, and eternal hard work, 
            it somehow wore off!! 
            Nowadays, they wear coloured blouses 
            and shorts, and slacks in the winter, and we have to remember their 
            first names, which makes it all so very friendly and lovely but a 
            bit hard for the patients to remember so many names instead of 
            calling 'Nurse or Sister' and of course with all the fellows turning 
            to nursing, its all so different but very nice too. 
              The Ward 
            
            "I had my tonsils out, when I was young, in 
              the Royal Hospital for Sick Children, in Edinburgh. 
            I remember, as a small child in the Royal 
            Children's Hospital, being in one bed in a row of perhaps 20 on one 
            side of the ward and 20 on the other.  
            The nurses would sit at their desks 
            in the middle and I remember at nights when all the lights were off, 
            seeing the nurse sitting in a pool of light over her desk, with her 
            head down, writing away. 
              Visiting 
            I was always scared, away from home and my 
            mother and sisters, and being in this very strange world of 
            whiteness.  I remember visiting hours were once a week, on a 
            Wednesday afternoon for 1 hour. 
            We were told if we started to cry an d 
            carry on, our mothers wouldn't be able to come again, so I just sat 
            in the little chairs and tables (the only signs of catering to 
            children were these little chairs and tables) set out in the middle 
            of the long ward) and didn't talk or even look at Mum is case I 
            started to cry.  
              Meals 
            I had to eat porridge with salt.  
            I still hate porridge!!  But I realize that their 'was a war 
            on' and the food was the best they could do and afford. 
             
              Balcony 
            Another time in hospital I had 
            pneumonia and spent the entire summer holidays from school out on 
            the balcony, way up on the 5th or 6th floor.  I was in 
            a 'cot', and when it rained they threw a tarp, over my 'cot'. |  
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              Children's Wards Today 
            These days, in Australia, the 
            children's wards that I saw were  just beautiful, with all the 
            characters from TV, superman etc. suspended from the ceilings, and 
            the doctors and nurses wearing Batman and Superwoman outfits!!  
            Just wonderful, and  the children loved it.  They had 
            hamburgers for lunch and the kid whom I was visiting with his mum, 
            cried when we tried to get him to come home again!!!! 
            They were all sitting down at a 
            table, kids with their broken legs, arms bandaged up to the hilt, 
            sick children, sitting beside their stands with blood and other 
            medicines trickling into them.  They were all having such a 
            great time with a fully trained teacher, teaching them how to enamel 
            jewellery to take home for their mums!!! How things have changed!! |  
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              Val Turner, Esk, Queensland, Australia:  April 
              8, 2008 |  
 
  
  
            
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      Recollections 
      2. 
              Davy Turner 
              Craigmillar, Edinburgh |  
              | Thank you to Davy 
              Turner for sending me a copy of one of the Visitors Cards used by 
              the Royal Infirmary of Edinburgh in 1967. Davy wrote |  
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              Royal Infirmary of Edinburgh Hospital Visiting Card  
              -  1967 
            "I came 
            across this Hospital Visiting Card among some bits and bobs 
            belonging to my late grandmother.  I have never seen these 
            before. 
            
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Turner, Craigmillar, Edinburgh:  December 10, 2009 |  
 
  
  
    
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      Recollections 
      3. 
      Bob Henderson 
      Burdiehouse, Edinburgh |  
              | Bob Henderson wrote: |  
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            Hospital Visiting Cards 
            "I remember these hospital visiting cards, well.  I 
            think we could do with going backwards in time and reintroducing 
            these in the interests of discipline and hygiene." 
            Bob Henderson, Burdiehouse, Edinburgh:  December 
            11, 2009 |  
 
  
  
    
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      Recollections 
      4. 
      Danny Callaghan 
      Falkirk, Stirlingshire, Scotland |  
              | Danny Callaghan wrote: |  
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            Hospital Visiting Cards 
            "I remember the hospital visiting 
            cards.   Each patient was issued two, and rules generally where 
            adhered to.   Friends and relatives used to have to swap the cards 
            around. 
            Often, one person would be waiting outside 
            to get the card from the leaving visitor.   The visiting hours were 
            worse, I think, than at a prison - and only 30 minutes in an 
            evening. 
            Two at the bed was rigorously ruled, and no 
            sitting on the beds!   I am sure that children were not allowed." 
            Danny Callaghan, Falkirk, Stirlingshire, Scotland:  
            December 11, 2009 |      |