The home sisters, Sister Couch and Sister Yates, would not allow men into the trainee nurses’ home. “Not even your father was allowed in,” says Long, and the trainees were required to wear uniforms whether on duty or off.
“The uniforms were so starched they had to be pulled apart before they could be worn – we also had white shoes which had to be kept spotlessly clean and our stockings had to have no ladders. In winter, we wore red capes to keep us warm.”
The home sisters were very strict. There were no male trainee nurses at Memorial Hospital at that time.
“You did what the ward sister and senior staff told you to do. When anyone more senior entered the room, we had to stand with our hands behind our backs.”
After the first three months of preliminary training, many of the young women found that the long hours of physical labour involved in nursing wasn’t for them and they left the profession.
“Night duty was difficult for a lot of girls. It was difficult for maintaining relationships as you were either tired or on duty. Our leave restrictions were limited. During preliminary training we had a curfew of 10pm and were allowed one 1.30am curfew per month for special occasions.
“Our rooms were checked to make sure we were in bed, so ‘bed stuffing’ became a great art form. The idea was to never get caught and the women on the ground floor, who had windows that opened, became your best friend when you needed to sneak in or out late.”
During their 3½ years of training, the group developed very strong relationships and maintained lifelong friendships.
“We were very social. Balls were the big social events, for which we spent hours getting ready to impress our partners. But we still had to be back in the home by 1.30am.”
Although many of the 1964 trainees have retired, one is still working. Anne Wootton (nee Crooks, known as Crookie), had time away to raise her family before retraining at EIT. She is still working in a surgical ward at Memorial Hospital today at the age of 77.
“Most of us are now retired, and this week we will remember the women who have passed away with great fondness,” Long said.
“We love getting together to remember those 3½ years of training. The discipline was hard at times and sometimes we wondered if it was worth the effort but, as the years go by, you remember the good times – and the friendships that have lasted all these years.”