Saturday, January 19, 2013
A Celebration of Life
From what I will write, I don't want any "I'm sorry's" please. Because no one is sorry.
Last night I got a call from a friend's daughter, that my dear friend, Nona, had passed over. Even though we expect those calls now, it was still a shock. Nona and I talked on the phone at least once a week. She lived in a small town in Northern Minnesota and I had talked to her a few weeks ago but she wasn't feeling well so I was waiting for her call when she was better.
We met when we were training to be psychiatric nurses in a private hospital, Glenwood Hills, in Minneapolis. You may remember that part of my life from the post on scopolamine. The hospital was
situated in a true healing environment with sprawling hills fenced in-between a lake and a golf course. Sturdy brick buildings with red tile roofs, set in a snowy valley made a restful picture that still remains in my mind. Sadly it all was torn down years ago and I've never been back.
Two student dormitories housed us, one on top a hill and another in the valley. We were allowed to drive the new station wagon (of the first-made after the war) back and forth because the grounds consisted of acres. The station wagon had wood siding that was pretty snazzy to us. Nona and I shared a large room with 2 other students and because we worked shifts, our dorm was always buzzing with activity.
Nona was like our dorm monitor with her many demands. She was tidy to a fault and rode hard on us to keep the place spotless. And yet, Nona was always the one with a bottle of gin stashed in her shoe bag. Many nights we pulled a student through the window when it was past curfew and Nona was high on the list. One night she had been dancing at the big old Marigold Ballroom and lost her purse but as soon as we pulled her through the window, she started a novena to Saint Anthony to find it. Ha Ha
When we talked now in recent times, there was a lot of reminiscence but we both read voraciously and a lot of our conversation consisted of politics and world events. It is such a blessing to be old and still have a keen mind.
So farewell, dear friend. It's been a good show. Save me a bed in your dorm and we'll do it all again.