To the editor:
When I was in high school, I was a receptionist at the entrance of Bradley Hospital, welcoming the community who came to visit their loved ones. I remember being so impressed by the portraits of Sylvia and Bradley Barnes which also welcomed the community. I sensed their strength and caring, not only the patients being cared for, but also the workers who provided services .
I remember the pride I had for my mother, a nurse, who with all the others providing care in Bradley, shared in the hopes and dreams of the Barnes for the community of Southington.
I remember becoming a nurse and working there myself. I walked the second floor corridor and visited the portraits of the doctors, the “Founding fathers of Bradley”. I remember personal stories about each one that I worked with over the years. I remember the invisible pride, hope and dreams of all these people that was made visible by the loving care they provided in Bradley Hospital.
This is the tradition and legacy of Bradley. History is important because it frames the present. It should never be forgotten. It makes us who we are. So, I ask the question, Who are we?
Each one of us needs to reflect on this question by beginning with the statement, “I remember….” We all have our stories about our hospital and our community.
I answer the question by saying, “I, as a member of this community, hope that in some way I have demonstrated the pride, hopes, and dreams of those who came before me. Bradley was a community within a community. Bradley has been a pillar, a fortified wall against pain and suffering providing hope for the future whatever lies ahead.”
Marilyn Huntley, R.N., Southington