Marion E. Moodie

Marion Elizabeth Moodie (January 30, 1867 – April 26, 1958) was a Canadian nurse and botanist who was the first nurse to graduate in Alberta. She was also an accomplished poet and writer.

Biography
Born in Quebec City, of Scottish/English descent, Marion Elizabeth Moodie went west to Calgary, with her family, in 1891.

"The first idea of nursing as a future occupation ... came to me when I was twelve years old. I was visiting a friend who was convalescing after an illness and the little acts of waiting on her which I was able to do appealed to me so strongly that, under a pledge of secrecy, I confided to her that I thought I should like to be a nurse. A few years later it seemed to fall naturally to me to be the one to help my mother with any nursing in the family, and when she was ill to take the responsibility of nursing her, as we were [then] living in the country out of reach of a competent doctor or any qualified nurses."

Seven years later she graduated from the Calgary Hospital, the first fully trained nurse to receive her diploma in the province of Alberta. For five years she engaged in private nursing and hospital work in central and southern Alberta, and later in Manitoba. During the war Miss Moodie was nursing sister, and later matron, at Ogden Military Hospital, Calgary.

A keen student and lover of nature, Miss Moodie found time, in her busy pioneer life, to make botanical collections of the flora of Alberta for the provincial government at Edmonton, as well as for such well-known American institutions as the Smithsonian, the New York Botanical Gardens, Harvard University, and the Field Museum, Chicago.

Moodie was also a writer. An earlier book of poems appeared under the title "Songs of the West," and a fairy-tale book, "The Legend of Dryas". Moodie was also a frequent contributor to Canadian periodicals of articles on pioneer nursing, children's stories and articles reflecting her interest in and love for the out-of-doors.

Some poems
From "Songs of the West":

The Call of the Woods There's a murmuring in the trees, And a sighing on the breeze; There's a calling from the robins on the hill; And it fills my heart with pain And a longing that is vain To be up and out, a-wandering at my will.

There are wildflowers everywhere Shedding fragrance on the air, The butterflies are hurrying to and fro; The squirrels and the bees Are as busy as you please, Out there among the hills where I would go.

For it's there that one can rest, Lying close to Nature's breast, And the breeze's lullaby is low and sweet, So I turn my longing eyes Where the stately mountains rise, And the wooded hills are nestling at their feet.

Solace

Deep in the forest wandering, From life's noise and strain apart, Seeking the comfort of Nature To quiet a restless heart.

There came in the shade and silence, The calm of a presence near, That stilled my pulse's throbbing, While my soul drew close to hear.

How that Mother Spirit brooded Over all things, small and great, O'er each fragile fern and flower, And the pines in lofty state.

Strengthened the tender seedlings, The tempest-torn and scarred, And clothed with strange new beauty The fallen trees, and marred.

Then dark sorrow fled before her For instead of sting and smart, She gave to my troubled spirit New peace from her own great heart.