WAC Field Trip

Fort Lee Virginia, first stop on our WAC Field Trip. Pook, my good friend from Knoxville, creative computer graphics photographer and artist extraordinaire has agreed to join me in this exploration as my official photographer. Our goal is to visit as many museum/archives as possible in one week to further my research on the WWII Signal Intelligence WACS of the Pacific.

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We’ve boarded the jeeps and are ready to take you along on our trip through WWII WAC history.

Our first day was spent at the US Army Women’s Museum at Fort Lee VA. Amanda Vtipil, the Education Curator provided a most informative guided tour. Dr. Francoise Bonnell Director of the Museum led us into the archives. She pulled amazing WWII photographs taken of WACS in North Africa and Dutch New Guinea by photographer Captain Charlotte T. McGraw. Captain McGraw produced over 70,000 images during WWII with 5,000 located in the archives.

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A photograph of a WAC shining shoes grabbed my heart for it had reminded me of a story I had read from the memoir of Vivian Purata, a WAC who had served with my mother at Fort Dix and then in Holandia, New Guinea. The WAC complement was called to a meeting by their Company Captain to tell them of a tragic accident of a WAC killed in a jeep accident. Vivian was ordered to shine the WAC’s shoes before the burial.

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I shared the story with Dr. Bonnell. She immediately responded, “I have the flag that was draped over her casket.”

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It’s hanging in the museum. Silk and strings from a parachute were used to make the flag. The Pallas Athena was dyed green with Atabrine, the preventative the soldiers took to ward off malaria.

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View the Museum yourself at www.awm.lee.army.mil

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Snow in Tennessee

Just saw a bare breasted snow woman in town and reminded me of Miss Titts Fort Dix. Fort Dix, NJ Feb 1944Miss Titts Fort Dix

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Sgt. Donald Lee Nicodemus

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Today is the birthday of Sergeant Donald Lee Nicodemus born February 9, 1916 in Peru, Indiana.  March 1942, 26 year old Nick met 17 year old Billie Jean Edwards at City Drug Store while stationed at Midland Army Air Field, the site of the largest WWII bombardier school in the country. City Drug was where the kids hung out and the GIs went to meet girls.

Midland 1942: Citizen Soldier Edgar McCormick Finds Hospitality, Romance, an article by Todd Ed posted on the Midland Reporter-Telegram website on May 20, 2010, reveals what life must have been like for the young soldiers and airmen stationed at Midland Air Field and their impression of the bustling town of Midland and its people.

Here are some excerpts:

By 1942, when Midland was busting out of its 10,000-population mold and heading to today’s 100,000 count and Midland Army Air Field (MAAF) was becoming the world’s and the United States Army Air Forces’ (USAAF’s) largest bombardier-training base, 28-year-old Edgar L. McCormick paid West Texas and Midland a visit.

A scholarly recruit, he had just been drafted into the Army. And, after crossing the Mississippi River by rail, he and others recruits on “kitchen police” (KP duty) in the Texas-and-Pacific Railway baggage car watched the landscape change from “green pastures” and black-land prairie to “strange trees shrank in size” (mesquite, perhaps) and jackrabbits.

They had arrived at MAAF (formerly Sloan Field, 1927-1939, now Midland International Airport), which in early 1942 had just graduated its first class of “Hell from Heaven Men” who trained in the twin-engine Beechcraft AT-11 aircraft for wartime bombardier duty. They drilled in the “Texas sun,” hauled in caliche for making walks to mess halls, day rooms and barracks and performed guard duty.

“On Sunday mornings, ranchers and oilmen gave us rides to Midland where unpretentious people fed us chicken and beef, welcomed us to church, and took us to the rodeo.”

On a weekend pass, McCormick and his buddies sometimes stayed overnight in the Hotel Scharbauer for $2 or $3 for a first-class room, “and the coffee shop served golden-ripe melons from Pecos.” The citizen-soldiers “watched leisurely games of dominoes, learned how to pronounce ‘pecan’ . . . and liked the pleasant voices urging us ‘to hurry back.’ ”

And, certainly not merely an aside, “West Texas women were brown-eyed and pretty.”

And a pretty one did he first find in Midland: Becky, 5-foot-4, 21, just out of college, planning to teach, “so trim and neat in a linen skirt and blouse that I knew at once that I hadn’t lied to the psychiatrist at the induction center when he questioned me about girls.”

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Moving Forward In Telling her Story

How fitting that I arrived at the John C Campbell Folk School in the mountains of North Carolina on Groundhog’s day. On St. Brigid’s Day, a day of beginnings, a time underground when seeds are awaken eventually to reveal their tiny sprouts peeking above ground. A day to begin again on the work to tell my mother’s story of her life in the war years of 1942-1945.

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I am sitting here in a cozy library with stone fireplace and dark paneling surrounded by books on the last day of my creative nonfiction writing class. I am surrounded by all kinds of books, books on making bread, the healing arts, blacksmithing, basketry, weaving, painting, woodworking and the history of the people and their crafts who lived in these mountains.

Yesterday our class read their writings in this same library to the other guests at the Folk School. The readings varied as much as the writers themselves. I read a piece written about an all women select cryptologic field unit stationed in Dutch New Guinea in January 1945 as they try to cope with the difficulties of war, the tedious work load and dreary monsoon season.

I hope you follow my journey as I continue my research to connect the pieces to tell a story that needs to be told.
Barbara Nicodemus Daughter of a SigInt WAC

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