My father was an RN in NY in the '30s. He says very few men were nurses at the time. He worked at the state hospital (psych), and tells great (funny) stories about life at the "bughouse" (as
he has always referred to it, not me!

) He went on to medical school later and became an anesthesiologist. He met my mother (OR supervisor) after he was an MD, and she has always said that you could really notice the difference between him and the other docs -- he was much more civilized to the nurses, and also cleaned up after himself at the end of a case, instead of leaving all the mess for the nurses to clean up!

He has also been v. personally interested in my career in nursing all these years, and has been v. encouraging to me.