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In times of peril : leaves from the diary of Nurse Linda Kearns from Easter week, 1916, to Mountjoy, 1921 / edited by Annie M.P. Smithson.
Author
Kearns, Linda.
Contributor
Smithson, Annie M.P. De Valera, Eamon, 1882-1975.
Date Added
4 February 2016
Format
Book
Language
English
Publish Date
1922
Publisher
Dublin : Talbot Press ; London : T. Fisher Unwin Ltd.,
Source
Joseph McGarrity Books.
Topic
Kearns, Linda. Prisoners > Ireland > Diaries. Nurses > Biography. Ireland > History > Easter Rising, 1916.
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REMOVAL FROM WALTON-IN MOUNTJOY. 49
strange that there was not at least one trained nurse
for the hospital. The wardresses were kind, but one
could see in every detail that they lacked training.
For one instance: a very unhealthy prisoner had
occupied the same bed for over two years, and yet
this bed was not even properly washed after she left.
The mattress was just put out in the exercise ground
for one afternoon, and then put back again. Also
there was not enough of disinfectant used in the
hospital.
It is impossible for me to jot down all the annoy-
ing incidents of my five months in Walton. But I
think the thing of all others which really tormented
me the most and got most on my nerves, was the
final locking up at night. The Chief Wardress
would give the order, “ All doors shut!” and for
about five minutes nothing could be heard but the
banging of doors all over the wing-it absolutely
shook the building. Then a wardress came along,
and locked each cell door, and to me she always
seemed to make a rush with the key at the keyhole,
and to turn it with delight! Another wardress
followed in her wake, and locked the same cell doors
in the same violent manner.
And then came the final prison good-night, which
I detested immensely. This was the last look from
another official through the spy-hole of the cell. Oh!
how it worried me, that spy-hole! It is such a
horrible feeling to know that there is someone look-
ing at you, and that you cannot see them. I always
felt that eye, and would look up to see it-just one
awful eye l-gazing at me through the tiny aperture.
That final looking for the night got on my nerves
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