One of the good things about moving is that you have to have a good old clear out, which often leads to finding things you had forgotten about. This usually leads to much reminiscing and reflection.
I was thrilled to find a couple of old transparencies of me as a young nurse and midwife as I cleared out my desk at Otago Polytechnic yesterday, ready for my move to Brisbane next Tuesday. Sadly I have lost the original photos, and the transparencies are not in very good condition. But I have managed to scan them, and now they are stored on the Internet, where hopefully they will not degrade any further.
Here I am (second on the right) as a nearly qualified staff nurse working on a female medical ward called 'Ethel Woodrow', at the Salisbury Infirmary in Salisbury. My main memory of my five months there was not getting on at all with one of the more senior staff nurses. I never knew why she didn't like me, but she made my life a misery. She was terrible efficient, and I don't think she had much patience with me being a new nurse. Sadly, she died not many years later, and I have always regretted not having the maturity (I was only 21, and she wasn't much older) to talk to her about our problems instead of reacting to her in a very negative way.
My second memory is getting engaged, and I was told off by the ward 'sister' for wearing my engagement ring to work. But I didn't care because I wanted to show it off to everyone.
This is a photo of me as a student midwife at Odstock Hospital, Salisbury, UK back in the days when we had to wear those awful paper caps. We thought we were really revolutionary when we voted not to wear them any more.
And here I am as a fairly new midwife, about 24 years old in 1986 or there abouts. That was back in the days when I could wear a tight belt and antique silver nurse's buckle. I tried that belt and buckle on the other day and suffice to say, I didn't have a hope in hell of getting it around my waist. At the time, I saw myself as having a weight problem - I always considered that I was fat. Now I look back at these photos and realise how gorgeous I was. I wish I had realized that at the time, and enjoyed my body for what it was.
Have you ever had a big clear out and found things you had forgotten about or didn't even know was there? What were they, and what was the outcome of finding them?