Salina Presbyterian Manor
Mary’s Musings: MAY 2019
PMMA unveils new logo, brand identity As an organization evolves and grows, so should brand awareness. In the past year, Presbyterian Manors of Mid-America has embarked on a journey to create a brand image that could represent all its communities and provide greater brand awareness for the entire PMMA system. The new mark had to reflect PMMA’s core values, mission and beliefs. It needed to be simple, but sophisticated enough to convey the high quality of care and service found in PMMA communities. It also needed to be practical, and demonstrate reliability and integrity. At its board meeting March 5, the PMMA Board of Trustees approved a new logo set for the PMMA system. The new logo captures the spirit of our heritage and commitment to the future. The simplicity of the mark pays tribute to the original request from Alice Kalb to the Presbyterian Church. The upward “V” elements serve to remind us that our core purpose is to provide compassionate and caring services to better the lives of seniors. -Logo, continued on page 2
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Nurses are the Heartbeat of Healthcare— National Nurses Week, May 6-12 When I was born, my oldest sister Dorothy was in nurse’s training at what was then Asbury Hospital in Salina. I still have the penny postcard my dad sent her to announce my birth. She worked as a private duty nurse for many years. My sister Betty, who was 10 years older than I, worked as a nurse’s aide for a year after she graduated from high school, waiting for her best friend to graduate so they could go to nurse’s training at St. Elizabeth’s Hospital in Hutchinson together. However, after completing just two years of the three-year course, she eloped. That ended her training because married women could not go to nurses’ training. Growing up, family and friends just assumed that I, too, would want to become a nurse. I had absolutely no interest in anything medical. I discovered while raising my children, I hated the sight of blood and could not handle people in pain. My son split his head open in a fall, and while babysitting my nephew, he fell out of a tree. Trying to hold their hands while the doctor was stitching them up was agonizing for me. I vowed then that I would never take a job having -Mary, continued on page 7
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