Old red cross hospital

Grey clouds seemed over the old hospital once settled near Consort to one's path over the drenching cloud from the old stair case but a one's sight love to an old timer's connection of the one Old Consort Red Cross hospital to one's country hospital sitting on a little bank possibly early as 1919- 1929 until 1948 or the late 1958. Surrounding the old hospital that rattled and lightly touched the white curtains swayin the sun, to these wooden doors from just still holding on in the mist sad smiles with smiles on the prairie landscape of russet and white, as the wind carried threw the prairie winds rioted up and down the country side.

To the old red cross to one's feeling of a nearly quit solitude to one's love romance to one's kindness threw the grace of the prairie's a old hospital to a brief period of time by remoteness romancing the past of the old window but yet stiflingly old-fashioned,.... from the morning sun still beat relentlessly old sashes allowed light to enter the room that candles were placed on the window to see the filter light. 

Is the ability to provide a solid infrastructure for the spirit of the red cross there one desire to mission the one's qaulity in life. Through as seen some wear-and tear small and old- fashioned hospital with the old rickety stairs that are no longer there after hearing from so many people who informed me what it was like inside now one could imagine a 100 thoughts and memories shuffled as one described to me through when you went in the front door the waiting room was on the right and laundry was on the left. As you went up the stairs the reception desk was on the left and the operating room was on the right with patients rooms on both sides down the halls the bathrooms were on each end.

Still there clothing was old fashioned and there was kerosene lamps while he or she stood near the old yestaring out it absently threw the early mornings in at the time to hold the sunlight shining threw the curtains unto to the bed to living peacefully hearing the creaky old chair and old barrel to a old fashioned carson lamp but yet its seems like the shinning near door one's hand at one's young age or at one's old age in the late evening the dreary dark grey clouds to the sunless sky to when it quite in the night waking up but to see the stormy clouds roll in with each rain drop is part of a soul to one's oldish time sake but yet the one moment in silence seemed so still in the oldish fashioned comfort but yet to there long moments in time at some nights you could hear the quite around you but on other nights you could here babies being born into the early mornings and to the late at nights to here one or many sounds of babies crying but to one's first touch but where nurse's found love there hope to there wisdom of there strength in one's life to dream.