World War II
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Working on bombers during world war II, was an experience I will never forget. We went to school graduated, had white collar jobs, and all was forgotten when I found my self working in a noisy factory because there was a war on. Security was a priority in everything, we wore factory uniforms, our hair had to be covered. We were like soldiers. Movie stars would visit us and pep rally us with jokes, etc. Walter Pidgeon was great, he made us girls feel like we were very important, and there were pictures taken for memories. We were allowed only one entrance into the factory and the same exit. Friends were made for a life time. Some of us still exist with fond memories.
Another thing about the real job of bombers in front of us all day and night, we worked long over time hours on those monsters, and the pay was good. It did something to my love for planes. I will never be the same, every time I get close to a jet liner or a modest plane , I remember what parts they are made of, and transporting people by the hundreds at a time, airborne, beautiful into the sky. I think we felt safer in those days, we went to work, we had a job to do, and it was a success. Our efforts proved to be worthy. Ciao Nita from the 1920s
Working on bombers during world war II, was an experience I will never forget. We went to school graduated, had white collar jobs, and all was forgotten when I found my self working in a noisy factory because there was a war on. Security was a priority in everything, we wore factory uniforms, our hair had to be covered. We were like soldiers. Movie stars would visit us and pep rally us with jokes, etc. Walter Pidgeon was great, he made us girls feel like we were very important, and there were pictures taken for memories. We were allowed only one entrance into the factory and the same exit. Friends were made for a life time. Some of us still exist with fond memories.
Another thing about the real job of bombers in front of us all day and night, we worked long over time hours on those monsters, and the pay was good. It did something to my love for planes. I will never be the same, every time I get close to a jet liner or a modest plane , I remember what parts they are made of, and transporting people by the hundreds at a time, airborne, beautiful into the sky. I think we felt safer in those days, we went to work, we had a job to do, and it was a success. Our efforts proved to be worthy. Ciao Nita from the 1920s
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