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wide) and Doctor Teppett not so high, there was a slatted duck-walk platform especially for him, which made the administering of deliveries more manageable during this often backbreaking time, - (for staff and patient...) Often, nursing staff found the wooden slatted duck-walk helpful too, during the on-going labour time of mothers.

Sister Hilda Eleanor Cohr.

(1948-1952) (Gretchen her nick name) was born in Kairanga, a farming district near lc Palmerston North. Her parents Christian & Inger Cohr were both Danish immigrants - Christian buying his farm from the natives, (as he said). Their daughter Hilda did her nursing training in Napier lc and won a crystal vase as a prize for topping her class. Hilda nursed in many parts of New Zealand. Rawene with Doctor Smith in Fiji during the war where she looked after many wounded from the pacific region.

Finally my aunt Sister Hilda Cohr nursed at Cornwall Hospital in Auckland where she conducted practical exams for nurses.

Sister Cohr was a very kindly woman who loved children and offered freely her experience and sound judgement to all her nieces when their children came into the world.

Aunty Hilda left Foxton to go to Invercargill. Aunt Hilda loved music and played the piano in an accomplished manner.

Sister Cohr (1948-1952)

Thank you to, Mrs Hazel Dalley (nee Cohr)

Chivalry of the past
(A tribute to old ladies from an old gentleman)

Without old ladies what a sorry place,	that joins Today with days of Long Ago.
a sorry stupid place this world would be.	And if you ask this to be my desire;
To me, Old Ladies seem like fragrant lace,	to know Old Ladies, sit with them at dusk,
enriching life with grace, and mystery.	and watch their faces, rose flushed, by the
Like Dresden china do Old Ladies seem,	fire, and think of lace and lavender and
delicate to touch and lovely to behold;	musk. And hear them tell of days when they
vessels that harbour many a precious dream,	were young for memories draw nigh when
songs sweetly sung and stories gently told.	daylight goes. Old ladies are so gently wise
Watching Old Ladies as they sit and think,	of tongue, they make one think of lace and
or talk of things they love in accents low,	lavender and musk and rose.
each seems to me a rare and wonderous link

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Date

2005