Grandmother, Edna Odell, and Jamestown ND

This is the Jamestown Hospital as I remember it while visiting with my grandmother.

This is the back of the hospital and tho you cannot see the back door because of the truck in the way, the back door is where my grandmother collapsed on her way to work from a heart attack and eventually died.

This is the Jamestown water tower which was just up the hill from my grandmother's home.

This is the spot where my grandmother's home was located before someone bought it and moved it off the land so the hospital could have more parking space.

I have so many memories of my grandmother and Jamestown, North Dakota. My sister, Kathi, and I usually spent 2 weeks with my grandmother during summer vacation. The pictures I am posting have significant value to me since they represent my grandmother. My grandmother worked and died at the Jamestown Hospital. She worked until the day of her death and she would have been 82 years old in 1966. Her work was her life. She always got up early and would leave for work as a medical records librarian between 5 and 6 a.m. and probably never came home from work until 9 or 10 p.m. My sister and I would go to movies or go swimming or go to the park during the day while she was working. We would go over to the hospital for lunch and dinner with her. At night, we would usually have root beer or orange crush floats for a treat before bed. To this day, I cannot drive by Jamestown on my trips to and from Minnesota without stopping in and reminiscing. My only regret is that I didn't know my grandmother the way I do now back then. She and I have a lot in common I am finding. The home my grandmother lived in was next door to the Jamestown Hospital, however, after her death in 1966, someone bought her home and moved it onto farmlands close by.

Two memories that always remind me of my grandmother and our visits. That is a train whistle and the smell of a hospital. A train whistle because my grandmother lived several blocks from a train station which I believe is no longer in operation and we always heard the train whistle in the distance. The hospital smell is because we spent many times at the hospital with my grandmother. Also, we ate many meals at the hospital with my grandmother but back in the 1950s and 1960s the food tasted so much better than it does now. And the meals were not fast food, but healthy meals.