The walls came tumbling down

Another new year lies ahead and we wonder what will come about in our world as the days roll along through good times and the not so good and we hope that we are up for the challenge later.

In my case, I like to scan over the past year and reflect on my many blessings and the happenings that came to pass in the world and in our town.

Another bit of the town’s history is crumbling into the past as the walls of the Hamilton County Public Hospital are indeed tumbling down. Several people have asked what I thought about the hospital’s demise and I say that, “I think it is sad.”?I know that is considered progress when things that society considers outdated are destroyed. Of course we have photos, books and memories, but in time the photos fade, memories are lost when people pass on and there are always new books to read and in time some old books may become aged and outmoded. I can relate to those old books being aged but so far my memories of the Hamilton County Hospital still reside in my mind.

Sometimes I think that I could write a book about the days I spent in our hospital in the early 1950s just to record things as I remember them in those years gone by, not one that anyone else would want to spend their time with.

There were many folks who made up the hospital personnel, full-time or in different jobs, that took them in and out of the hospital, like the pastors or Sam the ice man who kept the supply of ice available. Denny worked in the laundry and later moved on to become one of those special people called EMT’s.

I was fortunate to have some wonderful nurses on staff who took me under their wings and taught me so much. Miss Seamons, the hospital’s 24-hour nurse who actually lived in the hospital and devoted her life to the well being of the patients and looking after the nursing staff, was an incredible woman. Margaret Cormany, Bea Johnson, Esther Crumpton and Ione Cramer, all who have gone on to their eternal rest. There are so many others, some gone, some still with us. Another very special nurse was Mildred Scoles who was the director of nurses when I came to work. She ran a tight ship in a kind way and is now in her 97th year. She handles those years with grace.

Of course, the doctors were the key people to the hospital’s existence. They were an interesting group from gruff to happy-go-lucky and in between. From my you perspective, they all cared about their patients whether they showed it or not sometimes. The doctor’s lounge was a place for comradeship, though I expect there were disagreements occasionally but they were resolved. If you had to go to the lounge for some reason, depending on doctors’ schedules, there would usually be some of the physicians there drinking coffee, going over charts, visiting, etc., it was a good feeling knowing the doctors were willing to help one another out and share concerns and joys. I thought that it made them better care givers.

So, 2012 is gone and our Hamilton County Hospital lies in the dust and soon to be covered over and in its place will be only a memory. When all of those who knew it are gone, I hope now and then one of our grandchildren will tell their children that they remember being told about the old hospital that stood on the hill and what a special place it had been.