Rosemarie Battaglia

When I attended the first day tea party (August 15, 1945) at Quincy City Hospital with the starched and very proper Miss Potter I had no idea what the future held for me. The first surprise was that evening turned out to be VJ Day. My vision of wearing the sharp gray and red dress uniform vanished—blue and white checked dress with a white apron and black shoes and stockings were all we had (oh yes, I forgot the heavily starched attachable collars—painful).All these many years later I'm still appreciative of the start Cadet Corps afforded me and the education and training Quincy City Hospital School of Nursing provided. I pursued my profession in so many different roles over the fifty-six years I was active and always knew that QCH had basically prepared me for anything.