One Small Pair of Hands ~~ by Christine Larsen

One Small Pair of Hands ~~ by Christine Larsen

More often than not the odds against one person making a difference in this large blue planet of ours look insurmountable. But now and then a singular soul emerges and the world is changed – sometimes slowly, but always definitely and often, even dramatically.

One such who springs to mind was a woman of exceptional caring abilities. Undaunted by the death, destruction and despair faced by the recipients of so-called medical care, she totally ignored opposition by friends and the refined life she’d been raised to live by her wealthy family and willingly obeyed her own passionate gut feelings about cleanliness and nursing. Her oft-quoted creed was –

Were there none who were discontented with what they have, the world would never reach anything better.

She was the Lady with the Lamp. Not the one in New York. This precious carer-cum-angel of mercy would shine her special light on the other side of the world – in the Russian Crimea, in the midst of a war between Allied British and French forces against the Russian Empire. Her name was Florence Nightingale and she changed the face of nursing and hospitalisation with her single-minded obsession to rewrite medical care.  Little wonder the British Secretary of War had personally requested her to assemble a corps of special nurses and guide them through best ministrations in the Crimea.

A base principle – indeed the first requirement she demanded of a hospital was that it ‘should do the sick no harm’. Sounds reasonable, even slightly ridiculous to need to state such an obvious premise… but yesterday’s conventional medical wisdom offered little protection against infection to the thousands of soldiers admitted to military medical care. The truth was, more died from infectious diseases than from their battle injuries. The reviled Scutari, the British base hospital where Florence and her lady crew were assigned, was built above a cesspool contaminating the rationed water. Rodents and bugs were attracted to the barely bandaged patients laying in their own excrement on bloodied bedding.

Florence, her corps of female nurses AND the least infirm patients set to work scrubbing the hospital from floor to ceiling. Her newly established laundry made her demands for soap and hot water for the clean bandages and bed linens legendary. Soon this was matched by her dogged insistence on appealing food for all and the satisfying of dietary needs for many.  In her mind, the classroom and library she created were incidentals by comparison, and yet no less important to this shining example of the benefits of education and voracious reading. And through it all, she would make her nightly rounds, lamp held high, tirelessly offering compassion and hope. In an amazingly short time span, Florence reduced the death rate of Constantinople’s Base Hospital by two-thirds. Little wonder the battle-worn and torn soldiers called her ‘The Angel of the Crimea’’.

Granted royal recognition and honour, plus $250,000 from the British Government, Florence used the money to establish the Nightingale Training School for Nurses. At last, nursing would be judged an honourable vocation suitable for inclusion in the proper upbringing of well-bred young women. Florence Nightingale’s massive research published reports and proposed reforms influenced and rewrote medical textbooks and nursing practice forever.

I look at my hands, often commented on about their smallness… and I’m humbled and challenged.

One small pair of hands CAN most certainly make a difference.

The Lady of the Lamp is the ultimate proof.


OMP Admin Note:  Christine Larsen is a writer, farmer, wife, mother, and grandmother from Australia. She has never been homeless or had significant cancer – yet – but has had exposure to both – creating a great sense of empathy and desire to help in any way she can. She is humbled by the opportunity to give one of her stories to the sincerely worthwhile causes of Cancer research and Homelessness.

To find out more about Christine and her work:

ceedee moodling  (Christine’s website)

Christine Larsen, Author

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Old McLarsen had some Farms (farming memoirs)

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Will It ~~ by Mark Huntley-James

Will It ~~ by Mark Huntley-James

I was taught to wear a seat-belt by a chap called Reg White. Some forty-plus years ago, he drove me to school, along with his son and my sister. Cars came with seat-belts factory-fitted by then, but wearing them did not become a legal requirement in the UK until after I left school. The lesson was a trivial car crash – no more than a few miles an hour, rolling into the vehicle in front in stop-start traffic. My memory is hazy, but I don’t think either vehicle was damaged. My head, however, smacked off the windscreen pretty damn hard.

It only took one lesson.

I’ve not thought of that in years and was reminded by a recent drive to Plymouth for a hospital appointment, and buying a new toilet. Ordinary, everyday stuff, but on the way, we passed a friend’s house, which set a whole train of thought going, all the way back to Reg White.

We have an old Volvo sitting in our paddock. It did good service for nearly twenty years until it got too difficult and too expensive to pass the annual emissions test, the power-steering was becoming unpowered and the gearbox required a mix of good fortune and brute force to select the desired gear. We ought to get rid of it, but there is a certain sentimental attachment – we went everywhere in that Volvo, frequently packed to the roof with camping kit, and even slept in the back for short events. As it turns out, the back of a Volvo 740 Estate is about two inches too short for me to lie comfortably but easier than pitching a tent for one night.

The Volvo is in our will, a bequest to the friends on the road to Plymouth, a bit of posthumous housekeeping, or paddock tidying. That clause is redundant now, as the Volvo-fanatic friend on the road to Plymouth died a year or more back.  That set me wondering how many more of our odd bequests will pre-decease us?

There were a few of those in my Mother’s will. I don’t think she ever actually told my sister or myself that we were her executors, so it was a bit of a surprise after she died that we had to go and pick up the will from her solicitor. It was all quite straightforward, the bulk of her estate divided up amongst family, but like our own wills, there were redundant bequests, including Reg.

One of the last times we saw Reg was small get-together we hosted – my family, some friends of my partner, Reg and his wife. He was already ill by that point, prostate cancer held at bay, and not noticeably unwell. He tucked into the chicken in cream, almond and mushroom with enthusiasm (Reg was a bit of a foodie before the word was invented) and then had a portion of the vegetarian option. His prospects were good – prostate cancer is often slow – but his proved aggressive and unpleasant in the extreme.

So there it is, a train of memories back to a lesson in seat-belts from a man I remember as generous with time and tales, patient and devoted, and a life cut short.


OMP Admin Note:  Mark Huntley-James writes science fiction and fantasy on a small farm in Cornwall, where he lives with his partner and a menagerie of cats, poultry and sheep.

He has two urban fantasy novels out on Kindle – “Hell Of A Deal” (http://relinks.me/B01N94VXBC ) and “The Road To Hell” (relinks.me/B07BJLKFSS  ) – and is working on a third.

He can be found online at his blog http://writeedge.blogspot.co.uk, his website (https://sites.google.com/site/markhuntleyjames/), and occasionally on that new-fangled social media.


Our short story anthologies written by over 100 writers have been recently published (links below) with all proceeds being donated to the charity organizations our group supports.

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Mom’s Favorite Reads Emagazine for April 2019

Mom’s Favorite Reads Emagazine for April 2019

Mom’s Favorite Reads, a magazine for the modern Mom, #1 on the Amazon charts six months running!

Our April magazine, now available to download FREE.

In this issue…

* An exclusive interview with Sunday Times bestselling author Lesley-Ann Jones

* Easter stories and activities

* Recognising Autism Awareness Month

* The Birth of Rock ‘n’ Roll

* Challenging your fears

* And so much more

https://moms-favorite-reads.com/2019/04/20/moms-favorite-reads-emagazine-april-2019/