Alta Lou NordMarch 13, 1928 ~ October 29, 2017 (age 89)
Alta Lou Nord
1928 – 2017
Alta Lou Nord, 89, died Sunday evening, October 29, 2017, at St. Luke’s Regional Medical Center.
A funeral service will be held at 2:00 pm, on Monday, November 6, 2017 at Bowman Funeral Parlor. A private committal will take place at the Emmett Cemetery in Emmett. Arrangements are under the direction of Bowman Funeral Parlor of Garden City. In place of flowers, please make donations to The Idaho Foodbank in Lou’s name.
Alta Lou (“Lou” to everybody) was born and raised in Emmett, Idaho. She grew up on her family’s small farm, and graduated high school before completing nurse’s training at St. Luke’s Hospital in Boise. Lou worked a variety of areas at St. Luke’s, including emergency and pediatrics. She also made the time to visit her parents while her father worked as a carpenter at the Stibnite Mine, and said her favorite part was riding in the co-pilot’s seat of the bush plane that supplied the camp. Finally adventure called her name: Lou left St. Luke’s to work the infirmary at Brownlee Dam during its construction. That’s where she discovered she loved the dirt-roads-and -rattlesnakes phase of heavy construction projects.
That’s also where she met her husband. A freelance safety engineer, Elmer W. Nord was 27 years older than Lou and it didn’t matter at all. They married and had one child, Richard. The work took them everywhere, and she loved it – ask where they had lived, and the answer was, “The Rocky Mountains and points west.” You could be sure to toss in a few years living in the desert Southwest, a region she would always miss.
With the death of her husband in 1977, Lou returned to Emmett to recover as best she ever could, and to care for her aging widower father. She ultimately returned to Boise, and to St. Luke’s where she worked as a Unit Clerk and then a Pharmacy Tech, until her retirement. She stayed in Boise, but suffered a heart attack in the mid-1990’s. She remained at the same address until her death in 2017.
Lou’s home was always full of books, and she’d read every one at least once. She would have been happy forever in that little cabin on the Fryingpan River, with the Continental Divide out the front window and the stream just out back, and the otter living in a hole in the far bank. She waited until mid-life to discover the joys of being owned by cats, and then wouldn’t have traded it for anything. She never re-married and didn’t want to, but she took good care of her family until the end. Goodbye, mama-san.