STORM MEMORIES

I was living with my mother in an apartment in the early thirties. I was working at Memorial Hospital doing clerical work at the front registration desk. There was a hard storm, a hurricane, and I couldn't go home from the hospital which left my mother alone and I had her car. I had to sleep in a nurses room which was not to my great delight. There were several of us who had to sleep over. I didn't much care for sleeping in the hospital. I had to continue working on the front desk during the night. The secretary they had on the desk was a good one but a hell of one. She made us girls work too late. She had to send home as many people as she could but had to keep some of us around to keep the hospital open.