It was nineteen forty-three and the world was at war…again. Tens of thousands of young men and a quite a few women were away from their homes and loved ones. Nothing was exactly the same as it had been. Women had left the home to work in factories and to help the war effort. As a matter of interest, this was the origin of “TV dinners”. Mothers would prepare food in advance for their children, and some froze them. For most people at home or abroad, the world was askew. War material producing factories were working around the clock to beat the Japs and Nazis. Women were caught up in this effort. They, like the few men left at home, worked all shifts. Between nineteen forty-one and nineteen forty-five, six and a half million women were a part of the American workforce
There was one thing that didn’t change much during this time. The blacks, or negro’s and coloreds, as they were mostly called, still had second class citizenship. There was little, if any, integration between the white and black races. The wind that would blow that change wasn’t yet even a tiny breeze.
Most people have heard of “Rosie the riveter”. This glamorized female factory worker was displayed on billboards and magazines across the nation. This is a story about one such person who’s real name just happened to be Rose.