![]() "Mommy, what's a Cherry Ames?" Clementine asked me the other day while she was scouring the shelves for something to read.Īn hour later I found her cross-legged on the floor, engrossed in of No. There the books might even now be moldering if I had not had given childbirth another go in 1997. ![]() Perhaps this explained how the remnants of my childhood obsession ended up on a low bookshelf in the basement. 18).Ī department store nurse? O.K., maybe Cherry was a little dated. Go back and keep those men calm.") Nor were they interested in her postwar nursing assignments in private duty (No. 2 in the 27-book series) or to her harrowing stint as a wartime flight nurse. So they never made it to "Cherry Ames, Senior Nurse" (No. I started my two older daughters on "Cherry Ames, Student Nurse" as soon as they could sound out phrases like "glowing cheeks" and "morphine as needed."īut Zoe and Ella said they would rather be doctors. ![]() (Were there many girls of my generation who didn't admire Cherry's crisp white uniforms, brave loyalty and rosy complexion?) And I expected my children to follow suit. I had loved reading about the escapades of the plucky World War II nursing heroine created by the author Helen Wells. ![]() HOW many times does someone have to give birth to get a child who loves Cherry Ames? ![]()
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