- 88 years old
- Date of birth: Aug 6, 1925
- Date of passing: Jan 29, 2014
|Let the memory of Joyce be with us forever|
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Joyce Grollman, 88, born on August 6, 1925 and passed away on January 29, 2014. We invite your kind tributes below.
Joyce was born on August 6, 1925, in Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, Canada, graduating from nursing school in Toronto, Canada in 1946. She was married to Arthur P. Grollman for many happy years, living first in Baltimore, Maryland, and later in Scarsdale, New York.
Her passion for nursing included service, in the 1950s, as Supervisor of Emergency Services at Johns Hopkins Medical Center and Sister at the London Hospital; in the 1970s, as Operating Room nurse at the White Plains Hospital; in the 1980s, as a crewmember of the Scarsdale Volunteer Ambulance Corps, and in the 1990s, with the hospital service at Cape Coral Hospital in Florida. Joyce travelled widely in Europe, Asia and Latin American, and was an avid swimmer wherever she went.
She believed strongly in giving back to her community and worked tirelessly as a volunteer at the Free Medical Clinic in Fort Myers, Florida; taught English as a second language at the Fort Myers Literary Center, and helped elementary students in the Fort Myers Schools in reading.
Joyce is survived by her three sons and their wives: Michael and Susan Grollman, David and Ellen Grollman all of Scottsdale, Arizona, and Stephen and Stephanie Grollman of Moorhead, Minnesota. She also is survived by four grandchildren: Jay and Noah Grollman of Scottsdale, Arizona and Nina and Ariana Grollman of Moorhead, Minnesota. All of them miss her dearly.
Please join us for a small Remembrance Lunch Honoring Joyce’s Life, Saturday, the ninth of August, two thousand and fourteen, at twelve thirty PM @The Reef, 880 S Harbor Scenic Drive, Long Beach, Ca. RSVP Joyce’s family c/o Michael, David, and Stephen at email@example.com.
"In the past year, I was hospitalized several times, being admitted through the Emergency Room. These ER experiences always remind me of Joyce, who I met when she was in charge of the Johns Hopkins Hospital Emergency Room (previously, she worked in orthopedic surgery). Joyce was well known at Hopkins for running a “tight shop”
Hopkins served as the source of medical care for most residents of the East Baltimore community. Many of these individuals waited until they were very ill before coming to the ER. Medical interns and residents (like myself) were assigned to the ER but it was up to experienced nurses, like Joyce, to meet the ambulance and to make sure those patients who truly needed emergency care (heart attacks, gunshot wounds etc) were treated first. The process is called triage and making the right decision was often a matter of life or death!
One evening in 1960, a patient was brought to the ER with no detectable pulse and ordinarily would simply be pronounced dead. This time, the nurse performing triage remembered that Joyce had informed all the ER nurses that a new method had been developed for resuscitating such patients. The triage nurse, remembering what Joyce had taught her, noted that this man (about 40 yrs old) had indeed suffered cardiac arrest but was still warm, indicating that the event had happened very recently.
She immediately notified the two interns on duty that evening who happened to be Victor Marder and myself. All medical interns and residents had been instructed in this novel procedure, developed by a Hopkins surgeon, for resuscitating individuals after cardiac arrest. This so-called CPR involved a combination of closed chest massage to keep the heart pumping, simultaneously blowing air into the patient’s mouse to provide oxygen and a direct current shock administered with a giant wooden paddle. That night, nurses and physicians worked together to conduct this procedure which was successful (!) and this first CPR was written up in medical journals.
Subsequently, physicians worldwide adopted the technique. The patient who was saved went back to his job and came to Hopkins 25 years later to report that the effect was long lasting and to thank those in the ER that night for saving his life!. Credit goes to Joyce's alert nurses and physicians alike
We think of you often, especially at family events, which bring to mind how much you meant to everyone!
"Still remembering my dear cousin Joyce - as always.
"Thinking of you..."
The Grollman clan misses you every day, and even more today, when we remember the birthdays we celebrated together. We so wish you were here among us again and you are here in spirit.
"Today is Joyce's birthday. Although she and I got together and spoke by phone at many other times, I always phoned her , wherever she was, if I could reach her, on this date. She was my dearly loved cousin, and played a very meaningful part in my life. We were truly connected over most of our lives.
For many recent years, when I called her on this date, I would inform her that I and my partner (whose mother lives in Nfld) would be leaving for Nfld on our annual visit. (In Nfld we had found the burial place of her father's ancestors). It was always an occasion for family talk, and reminiscing about times gone by.
I have no doubt that many others of her family are also thinking of her and reminiscing, on this date and no doubt she is "up there" connecting us all.
[Posted on request and on the behalf of Edith Moore]"
"Happy Birthday Mom."
"Thinking of you on your birthday. I miss you very much."
"These images of Joyce and the tributes remain fresh in mind. I am confident that others who loved her feel the same. Having been part of my life for more than 50 years, she is very much missed!
As a Canadian, Joyce was a loyal supporter of Queen Elizabeth II and went to great lengths to attend her coronation in 1953. In 2002, the Queen chose words from a poem, called “Remember me”, written by David Harkins, as preface for the Order of Service read at the funeral of the Queen Mother, also named Elizabeth.
“You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her, or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone, or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she’d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on”"
"It will be good for all of us to get together over the weekend and to remember good times."
"What a nice tribute.
Joyce was an amazing woman who leaves a wonderful legacy.
I am so glad I got to meet her. She will be missed."
"I always used to ask grandma if she knew these ridiculous facts that I had found to show her how smart I was, always hoping that she would be surprised about one and say she didn't know that. She'd always laugh and nod her head yes, she already knew that fact. I thought she was the smartest person in the world. Grandma's smile was one of the most beautiful I've ever seen. I miss her dearly. I am dedicating a project in class to her called the ancestor project, because I am inspired by her legacy and the love she has left behind. This woman and her life is amazing and I miss her so much."
"Joyce has given me so many things througout my life, among them her great company and wisdom, her love, and my father, all of which I cherish dearly to this day. It feels so strange to think that I won't be seeing her when I head home to Arizona, that I won't be picking her up from her apartment, smiling and laughing all the way to my house for dinner and back. I recall a conversation I had with Joyce a few months back. She had been telling me about her life: the places she'd lived, the people she'd met, the love she'd experienced. At one point she paused, then turned to me with a thoughful look on her face and said, "you know, I've lived a good life." I looked back at her and saw in her eyes she knew she didn't have much longer. Though seeing her these past few months has brought me great sorrow, thinking of what she said to me makes me feel releived, relieved that through it all, she was content with the life she'd lived. I'll always love you, Grandma, may you rest in peace."
"Great tribute to Joyce. I am very happy I was able tovisit in November. I have a lot of great memeories visiting Joyce in Florida. We also shared a love of nursing. I graduated from same school of nursing Oshawa General and she was ther to see me graduate.
Jim and Margaret Freeman"
"Joyce (Rice) Grollman was my dearly loved first cousin. I consider myself fortunate that she and I enjoyed a close personal connection throughout our long lives. Her mother, Hazel (Moore) Rice was my Father's sister; and after she (Hazel) passed away at an early age in Toronto, Joyce and her Father (Walter Rice) became very close to my family. In effect she became my amazing "big sister" at an early age. Eventually we moved away from each other geographically, but the bond continued unbroken. We visited each other - she came for her nursing reunions in Canada, and I visited her - even in London, England. More importantly we were always a phone call away, and were in touch regularly. It was always like "touching base", and picking up where we left off.
She will always be present and loved."
"We lit a candle for you over breakfast this morning and went to church to find some comfort. So strange and hard that you are gone."
"Having left your country and then the state in which you had raised your children, you showed so much strength and courage. You would think and say "I'm a big girl" and yet family ties meant so very much to you. We miss you!"
"I'll always miss you, grandma.
"Miss you already, Mom."
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