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Rosies the Riveter Recall Working in War Industries
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Rosie the Riveter Memoirs, ca. 2004
Susan E. Page, Journeyman Welder
I was born ... in San Francisco, the second child of Danish immigrants. ... I was attending San Mateo [California] High School when the war broke out. I was 14 years old. I had come down the stairs that morning and I saw my mother, father & brother huddled around the radio in the kitchen. I could hear the familiar voice of our President, Franklin D. Roosevelt saying that the Japanese had just attacked Pearl Harbor. Where was Pearl Harbor, I wondered? And why were they attacking us?
My brother was saying quietly that he would enlist and hopefully be accepted as a pilot. I was full of questions, but not yet realizing what this would mean to our little family and our nation. Right away most of his friends and mine ... began talking about the war and the service, knowing that they would be called to serve our country. They did not want to wait for that call and a group of them agreed to sign up as soon as possible. Events happened so fast after that — they were all leaving their homes and families, including my dear brother. They were sent to different boot camps all over the country. ...
It seemed that our lives had changed overnight. My father was trying to get into the service even though he was in his forties. I was losing interest in school. It somehow didn't feel as important as it once had. I begged my father to give his release for me to leave school. He was finally convinced by my promise to find a job right away. Dad persevered in his efforts to join up until, at last, he was accepted into the Navy, and was soon gone. My mother was working long hours and our house felt so empty. I began working as a waitress in a creamery. But I knew this was not what I wanted to do. I was just marking time.
One night my friend Bonnie called me and said she had heard that Western Pipe and Steel in South San Francisco was hiring and she was going there in the morning. I said I wanted to go with her and apply for a job there also. We met the next morning to figure out how to get there. Neither of us had a car, so we decided to hitch hike. We were both hired that very day. Oh my, we really lied about our ages! We put down that we were 18 years old, but I was not quite 17 yet! No one raised an eyebrow!
My friend was sent to class to learn how to become a “Burner.” I went to welding classes, held right across the street from the shipyards. Completing the required two-
Donna Jean Harvey, Riveter and Radar Installer
I was born in Casper Wyoming ... [and] was raised and educated there. ... I married Lewis Early Harvey in January 1941. He was drafted when the war broke out. ...
Labor force was critical at that time so I went to United Modification Plant and learned how to rivet, [and] do installations of various kinds. ... When the “new” radar system was implemented, I asked to be put on that crew. The F.B.I. investigated me and found me to be worthy and I proceeded to install radar along with my riveting duties, while waiting for the next shipment of planes to come in. They were sent here from the factory, literally as “shells” and we put them together and sent them on their way to Europe and other points where the B-
My feeling about the war in most instances was a conglomerate of mixed emotions. I had lived a fairly sheltered life, but I listened and learned and managed to survive, but I must admit, it left a scar on my memory that can never be erased. ...
The government was asking for rubber donations so my mother and I gave them our rubber girdles!! We liked to think that our girdles helped win the war!!!
My life took on a totally new perspective the longer I worked there. I saw many tragic accidents, none of which I care to talk about which haunt me to this day.
I couldn't do much socializing as I had a small infant at home to care for when off work and besides I was really pooped. Those midnight shifts were “killers.” ... I tried to write weekly letters to my husband in between my other duties. ... I did enjoy sharing stories with my co-
Our community gathered together and collected scrap metals and such to help in the war effort and thanks to a good neighbor, who was growing a victory garden; we managed to get gifts of potatoes and lettuce etc. The government issued coupon books that allowed us two bananas a week, one pound of sugar and so many gallons of gas. We traded back and forth depending on our individual needs. ...
The day the war was over, I gathered up my young son and my parents and we went to town and danced in the streets with everybody else, waved our flags and just generally whooped it up!!! Praised the Lord, it was over!! And yes, the war changed my life. ... It also taught me that war is hell, pure hell. ... I pray that once and for all ... people will learn to live in peace and respect each other for who they are and just get along. ...
Delana Jensen Close, Machinist
I spent two years of the war in a small town in the San Francisco Bay Area, at the Yuba Manufacturing Company, making 155 millimeter howitzer field guns. ... When I arrived in California from Utah, I was told that a war plant had opened up in the town of Benecia and was hiring women, so ... I applied for work. After a battery of tests I was put to work operating one of the large boring lathes. ...
I was later told that when I applied for a job, the plant had been testing women to find out if they were capable of running one of the big machines. I was hired and was the only woman to ever operate one of them, and in six months time I was training men for the job.
My machine was thirty-
While my girl friends worked in the shipyards at Vallejo for 65 cents an hour, I was among the elite: I made guns at Yuba, and was a machinist second class. I joined the union, paid my dues, and earned $1.31 an hour. And on that grand amount, with the help of three housemates, I bought a house and furnished it. ...
But we were living in a special time and place. There was an energy in the air and in the people. We were wanted and needed and important to the war effort.
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Loucille Ramsey Long, Sheet Metal Mechanic and Riveter
It was on December 7, 1941. Our family ... heard on the radio ... President Roosevelt sadly gave the news of Japan's attack on Pearl Harbor. I went outside and looked up at the stars with a thought of how can I help? I was 18 years old, I was one of the eleven children of my parents who were farmers in Oklahoma.
In two months I took a bus to California to live with my sister in Clovis, California. I worked in a dime store a short time, then I heard that the government wanted women to sign up to be trained to work at ship building and aircraft repairs to replace men who were being called to services. My friend and I went to Fresno and signed up for training.
We were sent to Santa Barbara and lived in a big house with many other women, daily we were taken to a shop and were taught how to use tools in sheet metal work in ship building. ...
About two months later we were told we were to be taken to Sacramento. We arrived and stayed in old Army barracks. We had an Army cook and lived there and were bussed to the Fairgrounds to learn our trade in a big shop. We took lessons on both sheet metals for aircraft and ship building.
Our instructor, Mr. Lloyd told me and my friend, Maxine Landtrip, he wanted us to go to Mather Field and to do repairs on airplanes, he was boss of all civilian workers there. ...
The guys at Mather pulled many tricks on us such as being sent to a tool room for female and male tools, but we did fine. At first there were only trainer planes, later came the bombers. ... We worked shift work all days and hours. ...
We noted the crew would look real anxious when they saw girls working on their plane. They looked like “We don't know if we will make it to our destination,” sometimes one of the crew would wait and watch what we were doing, we understood! We riveted in many tight spots with space only for a hand and a metal bucking block. It took both of us one to run the rivet gun and one to buck the rivets. ...
We worked on B-
We were very excited one day to see many B-
One day I was in the shop working and I looked across the hanger I saw a B-
From “Rosie the Riveter: Women Working during World War II,” http://www.nps.gov/pwro/collection/website/story.htm.
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