When I was growing up in Buckie, there was only one thing that associated me with Cuparstone Nursing Home. That was a book given to my adoptive Mother, by the Matron, Mary Stewart.
It was a ‘Baby book.’ It was quite academic and might have been a textbook for nursing school.
Miss Stewart had marked chapters that would have been helpful to a new Mother. She had also signed the copy.
When Dad died and I went to Buckie to prepare the house for sale, I planned to take the book back to California with me. It was part of my heritage.
But, by the time I got there, the book had been tossed out by the people who wanted to make my task easier.
It was so deeply personal to me that I could never have explained my loss to them.
