
Six decades since they began training as student nurses, this group of women continues to foster a special kinship that has withstood the test of time.
On a gloomy winter afternoon, fits of laughter emanate from a table of 15 ladies lunching at an eastern suburbs hotel. Hugs are exchanged and wine is poured as they settle in for a catch-up that might seem like any gathering of gleeful grandmothers. Except it isnât; todayâs assembly is an extraordinary occasion.
As soon as they see one another, the women are in some invisible way transformed back into the bubbly teenage versions of themselves who, in 1962, first met when they began training as student nurses at the Adelaide Childrenâs Hospital. The hospital later amalgamated with the Queen Victoria Hospital to become the Womenâs and Childrenâs.
Exactly 60 years have passed since they all moved out of their family homes and into a nursesâ boarding house in North Adelaide. They studied for three-and-a-half years under the watchful eye of a strict group of nurses, referred to as sisters.
Now all in their late 70s, the group â including those who did not finish their training â has stayed in touch ever since and meets at least once each year.
Those who did graduate were given certificates that proudly display The Florence Nightingale Pledge for Nurses, which states; âI will abstain from what is deleterious and mischievous, and will not take or knowingly administer any harmful drugâ.
Former nurse Glenys Yap is taken aback as she re-reads the pledge today.
âI think, my goodness, poor Florence would have been horrified at the mischief we got up to sometimes! It was just harmless, but there were certainly some things that we shouldnât have been doing,â says Glenys.

Celebrating 60 years since they commenced training at the Adelaide Childrenâs Hospital Training School for Nurses are (back) Jill Hall, Judy Hearifield, Chris Hill, Diney Gibson, Barbara Marrett, Bibi Scales and Jan Flew; (front) Jill Shephard, Glenys Yap, Chris Whitfield, June Kirkbridge, Prue Wheal, Janet Bennett, Carol Seymour and Suzanne Maundrell.

It took three and a half years for the young nurses to obtain their certificates.
âThe pledge was a very important thing â there was no religion involved but when you qualified, you became a âsisterâ which was all to do with Florence Nightingale.â
The ladies have the type of friendship that, even after years apart, always picks up exactly where it left off. The discussion bounces from grandchildren to reminiscing about their nursing days, holidays they took together as young women and then fondly remembering four of their group who have since passed away.
In 1962, their cohort began with 24 girls, mostly fresh out of high school. All were required to wear a uniform of white caps and dark-blue capes â which were next to useless for any warmth. Nurses walked in the open air when travelling between wards, which would be bitterly cold on night duty during winter. Even so, they were not allowed to wear jackets or gloves because they didnât comply with the uniform.
âI remember the Royal Adelaide Hospital nurses wore longer capes and I used to think itâd be so lovely to have a long cape instead of these ridiculous things that were supposed to keep us warm,â says Glenys.
Qualified nurses at the Queen Victoria wore long veils that were uncomfortable to work in and very unpopular among the sisters. When the veils were abolished and replaced with caps â much to the nursesâ delight â a small group including Glenys one night raised a veil up on a flagpole, emblazoned with the words âRest in peaceâ. It was quickly taken down in the morning but the incident made the newspaper headlines, âwhich was horrifying because we should never have done itâ.
âLuckily, we were never asked to own up,â says Glenys

Final year trainees Glenys Yap, the late Sherry Tickner and Jill Shephard pictured in 1965.

Jill Hall, Bibi Scales and Glenys Yap attending a fundraising ball in 1967.
Although they learnt respect and discipline that has stayed with them throughout their lives, laughter and a spot of mischief were key to survival. The strictness of some of their superiors, difficult shift work, living away from home and tending to sick children all created a challenging environment in which they formed strong friendships.
âSeeing children injured, burnt and brought in from car accidents was traumatising at times,â says Glenys.
âBut after a particularly difficult day, youâd walk across to the nursesâ home in the dark, go up to your floor and then see a light shining under one of your friendsâ doors. You knew you could tap on the door and have a chat or a hot chocolate together. You could share a story and sometimes have a cry with them.â
The student nurses boarded in humble rooms on the same floor. They didnât have telephones, some had radios, and there was a midnight curfew. If they were being picked up by a boyfriend, he had to wait outside or in a sitting room near the entrance.
The girls made their own fun together on their days off. When The Beatles were in Adelaide, a few off-duty nurses went to Anzac Highway to wait for hours just to catch a glimpse of the band driving past in the blink of an eye.
âWhen I look back, I realise that we were so young. The majority of us were 17 and 18. It was a daunting experience; for some of the country girls I think it must have been really very scary and thatâs probably why we bonded so well together. To survive it all, you had to,â recalls Glenys.
Once, Glenys was working on a ward under a sister who had a habit of making misery for the trainees.

Several nurses rode through the streets of Adelaide with the fire brigade to promote a fundraising ball in the early â60s.

A moment of jubilation captured shortly after the groupâs formal graduation photo in 1965.
âAfter the last day with her, another girl and I went up to the floor where the sisters lived â we werenât even allowed to be there and I was terrified â and we stuffed paper into the keyhole of her room so she wouldnât be able to get in. There was a sense of respect for your elders and that you shouldnât really do any of those sorts of things, but they happened.â
When in the presence of a senior nurse or doctor, nurses had to stand-to with their hands behind their back, always letting a superior into a lift or room first.
âSome of the sisters were lovely and some of them were not so lovely. When you worked in the ward you wouldnât just go into the office to see them. Youâd tap on the door and be told to come in if you wanted to ask something. You had to show respect,â says Glenys.
At the reunion, conversation sometimes touches on various children that spent time in hospital or some of the cutting-edge procedures that were introduced. One admits that she never really wanted to be a nurse and that she took up nursing because it gave her a chance to move out of home. All of them were âmad for babiesâ and each had their favourites in the nursery.
As the women catch up on what theyâve been up to over the past year, Barb Marrett speaks up to get the rabble in order â and everyone listens, mostly.
âSheâs our matron,â one of the ladies points out.

Friends of 60 years, Glenys Yap and Barb Marrett always pick up where they left off, despite years apart when Barb lived in England.

Suzanne Maundrell and Judy Hearifield catch up on old times.
âI would say motherâs a nicer word,â Barb replies, who is a natural organiser and central to the groupâs continued connection.
Barb says that to have such a friendship group of 60 years is a very special thing.
âYou take up where you left off. Itâs warts and all; who cares what we look like or that weâve aged? When we meet, we only ever see the good things. We go away thinking, âWasnât it great to see them and hear about their lives?â,â she says.
Despite losing some beloved friends along the way, they consider themselves a lucky group, and all the more special to remember them.
âLifeâs been pretty good to most of us, and I think the secret is to make the most of it while you can,â says Barb.
âWho knows what next year will bring, but we will certainly get together again.â

Jill Shephard enjoys a laugh with the women she studied nursing with in the 1960s.

Carol Seymour, Janet Bennett and Bibi Scales reconnect over lunch.
This article first appeared in the July 2022 issue of SALIFE magazine.
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