Judy’s Story

Judy’s Story

I was about six or seven, visiting my grandfather’s farm in Vermont.  He had dairy cows, who were milked every day by Mr. Doyle. I loved animals and seeing the cows. One day I went to the barn all by myself to watch the cows come into the barn at milking time.  Mr....
David’s Story

David’s Story

Little did I know that my last rotation, OB-GYN, in the spring of ’66 would change the course of my life. Our student group headed up to a little amphitheater above a GYN operating room on our first day of that rotation. On the table was a woman in her 20’s. She was...