As a kid, I lived on King Street and worked as a "candystriper" at City Hospital. This was probably late 50's or so. Some of the "old"wards were downright scary and we all fought to get there first so we'd be assigned to a"new" ward.

I was told I was born in Worcester City Hospital. I was born in April, 1948. My mother was Eleanor Boyle and she had lived in a Catholic home for unwed mothers--don't know which one. I was adopted by her husband (not my father) when I was 5; hence the name "Nichols". I am trying to locate records that might indicate who my father was. My mother graduated from Millford High in 1949.

I was born here in 1954. My father died here in 1964. My mother was taken here in 1971 following a serious car accident where a surgeon named Dr. Cataldo saved her life. In the 1960s I lived on Jacques Ave and we used to bicycle up the steep hill and ride around in the hospital parking lot. Nobody ever bothered us or kicked us out. We used to play in the ruins of the Oread School at the top of Castle Hill. All that remained were some steps and the foundation. We believed it was haunted.