Everyone remembers famous writer Louisa May Alcott for her Civil War novel, Little Women. But on December 11th, 1862, Louisa was on her way to become an army nurse.
Many people know that her experiences working in the hospital led her to write Hospital Sketches, a fictional account, but few know that she actually kept a short diary during her 6 weeks there.
Louisa did not intend to leave the hospital when she did but was forced to due to a terrible sickness she contracted while there. The diary excerpt is a raw account of her time there and her experiences similar to many army nurses at the time.
Journal kept at the Hospital, Georgetown, D. C, 1862.
Many people know that her experiences working in the hospital led her to write Hospital Sketches, a fictional account, but few know that she actually kept a short diary during her 6 weeks there.
Louisa did not intend to leave the hospital when she did but was forced to due to a terrible sickness she contracted while there. The diary excerpt is a raw account of her time there and her experiences similar to many army nurses at the time.
Journal kept at the Hospital, Georgetown, D. C, 1862.
November. — Thirty years old. Decided to go to Washington as nurse if I could find a place. Help needed, and I love nursing, and must let
out my pent-up energy in some new way. Winter is always a hard and a
dull time, and if I am away there is one less to feed and warm and worry
over.
I want new experiences,
and am sure to get 'em if I go. So I've sent in my name, and bide my
time writing tales, to leave all snug behind me, and mending up my old
clothes, — for nurses don't need nice things, thank Heaven!
December. —
On the 11th I received a note from Miss H. M. Stevenson telling me to
start for Georgetown next day to fill a place in the Union Hotel
Hospital. Mrs. Ropes of Boston was matron, and Miss Kendall of Plymouth
was a nurse there, and though a hard place, help was needed. I was
ready, and when my commander said "March!" I marched. Packed my trunk,
and reported in B. that same evening.
We had all been full of courage till the last
moment came; then we all broke down. I realized that I had taken my life
in my hand, and might never see them all again. I said, "Shall I stay,
Mother?" as I hugged her close.
"No go and the Lord be with you" answered the Spartan woman; and till I turned the corner she bravely smiled and waved her wet handkerchief on the door step. Shall I ever see that dear old face again?