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Revieg her budget, her needs, and the ongoing demands of her job, Dorothy decided that Newsome Park, more or less in the same neighborhood she had come to know in the last nine months, was the best option. Although originally earmarked for shipyard workers and defense employees like Dorothy, the neighborhood was starting to attract Negroes from all income classes. Domestic workers, laborers, smallbusiness owners, and many of the doctorlawyerpreacherteacher class moved in alongside the drillers, riggers, and civil servants. Its eventual demolition had been planned from its inception: both Newsome Park and nextdoor Copeland Park, for whites, were mandated to last only as long as the war. But the migrants settled in as if their temporary homes were built on bedrock. Newsome Park was an outsize replica of virtually every Negro community in the South, where racial segregation fostered economic integration. The government outfitted the development with the perks that it felt were key to keeping homefront morale high. The Newsome Park Community Center boasted a kitchen and banquet space, rooms for craft courses and club meetings, basketball and tennis courts, and a baseball diamond for the semipro Newsome Park Dodgers. The centers director, Eric Epps, a former teacher at one of the Negro high schools whose activism in favor of teacher salary equalization had led to his dismissal, exhorted residents to turn out for chest By the time the work trickled down to the computers desk, it might be just a set of equations and eyeblearing numbers disembodied from all physical significance. She might not hear another word about the work until a piece appeared in Air Scoop or Aviation or Air Trails. Or never. For many men, a computer was a piece of living hardware, an appliance that inhaled one set of figures and exhaled another. Once a finished a particular job, the calculations were whisked away into the shadowy kingdom of the engineers. Woe unto thee if they shall make thee a computer, joked a column in Air Scoop. For the Project Engineer will take credit for whatsoever thou doth that is clever and full of glory. But if he slippeth up, and maketh a wrong calculation, or pulleth a boner of any kind whatsoever, he shall lay the mistake at thy door when he is called to account and he shall say, ‘What can you expect from computers anyway? Now and again, however, when a NACA achievement was so important that the news made the popular press, as was the case with the Boeing B29 Superfortress, everyone got to take a victory lap. Newspapers wrote about the Superfortress and its exploits with the kind of fawning adoration accorded movie stars like Cary Grant. It was one of the planes that crossed over from being the love object of flyers and aviation insiders to a broadly known symbol of US technological prowess and bravery. The XB29 model had logged more than a hundred hours in the laboratorys Eightfoot HighSpeed Tunnel. There is no one in the Laboratory who should feel that he or she did not have a part in the bombing of Japan, Henry Reid said to the labs employees. The engineers who assisted, the mechanics and modelmakers who did their share, the computers who worked up the data, the secretaries who typed and retyped the results, but never completely apart either. It was a stable instability that would endure for the rest of Howards life, which was destined to be many decades shorter than Dorothys. By 1945, five out of ten people in southeastern ia worked for Uncle Sam, directly or indirectly. The sylvan fields, forests, and shores had been mowed down, paved over, and built up with roads, bridges, hospitals, boatyards, jails, and military bases, cities in and of themselves. Housing developments sprawled for miles, a new feature of the landscape, neither urban nor rural but something in between; the names of the new asphalted places were reflections of the green spaces they replaced: Ferguson Park, Stuart Gardens, Copeland Park, Newsome Park, Aberdeen Gardens. On the peninsula was Military Highway, a modern ribbon of road whose wide, smooth lanes now connected all the youcantgettherefromhere points along the finger of land from Old Point Comfort at Fort Monroe to the Newport News shipyard, with stops along the way at Langley Field and Langley. All of it was the product of the war emergency. But what was a war boomtown without the war? VJ Day came on August 15, 1945, at 7:03 p.m. Eastern War Time. Into the vacuum of waiting and anxiety flooded joyous tumult. All the pentup emotions of a nation weary from four years of war exploded in a paroxysm, nowhere as much as in the war communities leading the homefront effort. From Camp Patrick Henry and Naval Station Norfolk, Langley Field and Fort Monroe, soldiers and civilians streamed into the streets. Bars and USO clubs filled in a grand hurrah. Business owners locked their doors and joined the uncounted thousands of servicemen and civilians in the celebration that lasted through the night. Spontaneous parades erupted on Washington Avenue in Newport News. In Norfolk, middies held hands and formed a human chain, dancing around cars like kindergartners, madly encircling the standstill traffic. Cries of human jubilation and indescribable noisemaking devices sounded off into the night. Makeshift confetti snowed f Xrays and diabetes screenings at the center and solicited local fraternal and civil organizations for funds to support afterschool programs. The tidy greenpainted Newsome Park shopping center included a grocery store, a drugstore, a barbershop, a beauty shop, a beer joint, a cleaners, and a TV repair shop. And what wasnt for sale in the stores came knocking at the front door: the coal man, the milkman, the iceman, the fishmonger, the vegetable man, and more made the rounds, peddling their wares to the neighbors. There was a nursery school for the tiniest tots, a boon to the mothers working sixday weeks during the war. Most importantly for Dorothy, Newsome Park Elementary was walking distance from the new apartment. It was her apartment, her name on the lease for the first time since she had been a young teacher. Dorothys motherinlaw tried to dig in her heels against the grog distance between her son and daughterinlaw that she must have surmised for some time to be inevitable. Youre not going to take my babies, she said to Dorothy, struggling against the changes that had been set in motion by Langleys letter, but which had roots much deeper than that. A year after Dorothy left Farmville, so did her four children, starting the fall 1944 school year at Newsome Park Elementary School. The babysitter, who had come down with them to ease the transition, crowded into the apartment as well. Howard continued his itinerant hotel job. Dorothy had put herself and the children on a separate path forward, whereas the cycle of Howards life, despite the extensive travel to the exotic locations, still began and ended in Farmville. He made it down to Newport News when he could: it was too crowded, too noisy, too far away from his now elderly mother for him to convince himself to stay too long. Dorothy would send the children back home for summer vacations, and went back herself as she could, unwilling and unable to sever the ties with the people she loved deeply and would always consider her family. Her marriage with Howard settled into a state of limbo, never together her data sheets swimming before her tired eyes the next day. Even time off over holidays, which were more flexible but still considered workdays, was hard to come by, particularly as she was still classified as a temporary war service employee. When and if the laboratory would make her a permanent offer of employment was a matter for the future. But over the July Fourth holiday in 1944, Dorothy Vaughan decided to convert her own status as a temporary resident of Newport News into something much longer lasting. She signed a lease on a new twobedroom apartment in Newsome Park, picking up the keys to a white dwelling with black shutters, identical to the 1,199 others that had been built there. Protective paperpink, inexplicablycovered the floors, and long after the apartments themselves ceased to exist, their first occupants would remember that first look at the pinkpapercovered floors. As if she were unwrapping a big present, Dorothy Vaughan pulled it up, making the apartment hers. Or, more accurately, theirs. Just as she had gone back to visit Farmville, she had, once or twice since coming to Newport News, brought Farmville down to her, arranging for the children to stay with her during a school break. It wasnt so much that she had devised a plan out of whole cloth, more that the plan had faded into place, like a slow sunrise, as she identified the factors that would tip the balance of her life from an oscillation between Farmville and Newport News to a life fully at rest in the new city. Finding a suitable place to live hadnt been easy. There simply wasnt enough supply to meet the demands of a grog black population, most of whom considered a comfortable and safe place to live at the top of the list of the Four Freedoms that Roosevelt elucidated during the war. Aberdeen Gardens, a Depressionera and the janitors and maids who kept the tunnel clean and suitable for work all made their contribution for the final bombing of Japan. For seven months Dorothy Vaughan had apprenticed as a mathematician, grog more confident with the concepts, the numbers, and the people at Langley. Her work was making a difference in the outcome of the war. And the devastation Henry Reid described . . . she had a part in that as well. Honed to a razors edge by the women and men at the laboratoryflying farther, faster, and with a heavier bomb load than any plane in historyB29s dropped precision bombs over the country of Japan from high in the sky. They brought destruction at close range with incendiary bombs, and they released annihilationand a new, modern fearwith the atomic bombs they delivered. War, technology, and social progress; it seemed that the second two always came with the first. The NACAs workmore intense and interesting than she ever would have imaginedwould remain her work for the duration. And until the war ended, whenever that might be, Dorothy would be one of the NACA nuts. CHAPTER SEVEN The Duration The first time Dorothy Vaughan traveled the road between Farmville and Newport News was far from the last, though the unrelenting pace of research at Langley made anything but the shortest trips home impossible. With the FullScale Tunnel running around the clock and the rest of the engineering groups pushing the limits of their capacity, Dorothy became an expert in the eighteenhour day, when she could find the time, taking the earliest possible bus to Farmville. She lingered over her children as long as she could before a latenight return to her corner of the war machine, the numbers on her data sheets swimming before her tired eyes the next day. Even time off over holidays, which were more flexible but still considered workdays, was hard to come by, particularly as she was still classified as a temporary war service employee. When and if the laboratory would make her a permanent offer of employment was a matter for the future. But over the July Fourth holiday in 1944, Dorothy Vaughan decided to convert her own status as a temporary resident of Newport News into something much longer lasting. She signed a lease on a new twobedroom apartment in Newsome Park, picking up the keys to a white dwelling with black shutters, identical to the 1,199 others that had been built there. Protective paperpink, inexplicablycovered the floors, and long after the apartments themselves ceased to exist, their first occupants would remember that first look at the pinkpapercovered floors. As if she were unwrapping a big present, Dorothy Vaughan pulled it up, making the apartment hers. Or, more accurately, theirs. Just as she had gone back to visit Farmville, she had, once or twice since coming to Newport News, brought Farmville down to her, arranging for the children to stay with her during a school break. It wasnt so much that she had devised a plan out of whole cloth, more that the plan had faded into place, like a slow sunrise, as she identified the factors that would tip the balance of her life from an oscillation between Farmville and Newport News to a life fully at rest in the new city. Finding a suitable place to live hadnt been easy. There simply wasnt enough supply to meet the demands of a grog black population, most of whom considered a comfortable and safe place to live at the top of the list of the Four Freedoms that Roosevelt elucidated during the war. Aberdeen Gardens, a Depressionera subdivision built for blacks by blacks on 440 acres that included farmland bought from Hampton Institute, had recently been joined by Mimosa Crescent, a high type suburban community for Negro families and smaller black neighborhoods like Lassiter Courts, Orcutt Homes, and Harbor Homes. Revieg her budget, her needs, and the ongoing demands of her job, Dorothy decided that Newsome Park, more or less in the same neighborhood she had come to know in the last nine months, was the best option. Although originally earmarked for shipyard workers and defense employees like Dorothy, the neighborhood was starting to attract Negroes from all income classes. Domestic workers, laborers, smallbusiness owners, and many of the doctorlawyerpreacherteacher class moved in alongside the drillers, riggers, and civil servants. Its eventual demolition had been planned from its inception: both Newsome Park and nextdoor Copeland Park, for whites, were mandated to last only as long as the war. But the migrants settled in as if their temporary homes were built on bedrock. Newsome Park was an outsize replica of virtually every Negro community in the South, where racial segregation fostered economic integration. The government outfitted the development with the perks that it felt were key to keeping homefront morale high. The Newsome Park Community Center boasted a kitchen and banquet space, rooms for craft courses and club meetings, basketball and tennis courts, and a baseball diamond for the semipro Newsome Park Dodgers. The centers director, Eric Epps, a former teacher at one of the Negro high schools whose activism in favor of teacher salary equalization had led to his dismissal, exhorted residents to turn out for chest rom dows onto the celebrants in the streets below. Some exuberant revelers piled the paper into heaps and set them on fire, the bonfires further enhancing the primal joy of the outcry. The faithful filled churches, giving thanks and imploring their creator to allow this one to be the war to truly end all wars. After the deluge, the uncertainty settled in. Three weeks after VJ Day, the Norfolk Journal and Guide reported layoffs of 1,500 Newport News shipyard workers and a decrease for women workers, both white and colored. It seems impossible to escape the conclusion that employment in the shipyards and governmental establishments in the Hampton Roads area will be drastically curtailed, commented the Washington Post. Returning servicemen were expected to have first claim on what jobs remained in the peacetime economy. Just as victory had been the watchword for the past four years, now reconversion came to the fore, with the United States trying to adjust its psyche and its economy to the peace. The war had been a freight train, traveling headlong at top speed. What now of the passengers inside, still moving forward with tremendous inertia? The word reconversion itself implied the possibility of returning to an earlier time, of a reversal even, in the changes large and small that had transformed American life. With the war emergency fading into the past and without war production pressures, there would be no hireatallcosts demand for women. Two American women of all colors received pink slips even before the final curtain fell in August. Many anticipated a happy return to domestic life. 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subdivision built for blacks by blacks on 440 acres that included farmland bought from Hampton Institute, had recently been joined by Mimosa Crescent, a high type suburban community for Negro families and smaller black neighborhoods like Lassiter Courts, Orcutt Homes, and Harbor Homes. Revieg her budget, her needs, and the ongoing demands of her job, Dorothy decided that Newsome Park, more or less in the same neighborhood she had come to know in the last nine months, was the best option. Although originally earmarked for shipyard workers and defense employees like Dorothy, the neighborhood was starting to attract Negroes from all income classes. Domestic workers, laborers, smallbusiness owners, and many of the doctorlawyerpreacherteacher class moved in alongside the drillers, riggers, and civil servants. Its eventual demolition had been planned from its inception: both Newsome Park and nextdoor Copeland Park, for whites, were mandated to last only as long as the war. But the migrants settled in as if their temporary homes were built on bedrock. Newsome Park was an outsize replica of virtually every Negro community in the South, where racial segregation fostered economic integration. The government outfitted the development with the perks that it felt were key to keeping homefront morale high. The Newsome Park Community Center boasted a kitchen and banquet space, rooms for craft courses and club meetings, basketball and tennis courts, and a baseball diamond for the semipro Newsome Park Dodgers. The centers director, Eric Epps, a former teacher at one of the Negro high schools whose activism in favor of teacher salary equalization had led to his dismissal, exhorted residents to turn out for chestBy the time the work trickled down to the computers desk, it might be just a set of equations and eyeblearing numbers disembodied from all physical significance. She might not hear another word about the work until a piece appeared in Air Scoop or Aviation or Air Trails. Or never. For many men, a computer was a piece of living hardware, an appliance that inhaled one set of figures and exhaled another. Once a finished a particular job, the calculations were whisked away into the shadowy kingdom of the engineers. Woe unto thee if they shall make thee a computer, joked a column in Air Scoop. For the Project Engineer will take credit for whatsoever thou doth that is clever and full of glory. But if he slippeth up, and maketh a wrong calculation, or pulleth a boner of any kind whatsoever, he shall lay the mistake at thy door when he is called to account and he shall say, ‘What can you expect from computers anyway? Now and again, however, when a NACA achievement was so important that the news made the popular press, as was the case with the Boeing B29 Superfortress, everyone got to take a victory lap. Newspapers wrote about the Superfortress and its exploits with the kind of fawning adoration accorded movie stars like Cary Grant. It was one of the planes that crossed over from being the love object of flyers and aviation insiders to a broadly known symbol of US technological prowess and bravery. The XB29 model had logged more than a hundred hours in the laboratorys Eightfoot HighSpeed Tunnel. There is no one in the Laboratory who should feel that he or she did not have a part in the bombing of Japan, Henry Reid said to the labs employees. The engineers who assisted, the mechanics and modelmakers who did their share, the computers who worked up the data, the secretaries who typed and retyped the results,but never completely apart either. It was a stable instability that would endure for the rest of Howards life, which was destined to be many decades shorter than Dorothys. By 1945, five out of ten people in southeastern ia worked for Uncle Sam, directly or indirectly. The sylvan fields, forests, and shores had been mowed down, paved over, and built up with roads, bridges, hospitals, boatyards, jails, and military bases, cities in and of themselves. Housing developments sprawled for miles, a new feature of the landscape, neither urban nor rural but something in between; the names of the new asphalted places were reflections of the green spaces they replaced: Ferguson Park, Stuart Gardens, Copeland Park, Newsome Park, Aberdeen Gardens. On the peninsula was Military Highway, a modern ribbon of road whose wide, smooth lanes now connected all the youcantgettherefromhere points along the finger of land from Old Point Comfort at Fort Monroe to the Newport News shipyard, with stops along the way at Langley Field and Langley. All of it was the product of the war emergency. But what was a war boomtown without the war? VJ Day came on August 15, 1945, at 7:03 p.m. Eastern War Time. Into the vacuum of waiting and anxiety flooded joyous tumult. All the pentup emotions of a nation weary from four years of war exploded in a paroxysm, nowhere as much as in the war communities leading the homefront effort. From Camp Patrick Henry and Naval Station Norfolk, Langley Field and Fort Monroe, soldiers and civilians streamed into the streets. Bars and USO clubs filled in a grand hurrah. Business owners locked their doors and joined the uncounted thousands of servicemen and civilians in the celebration that lasted through the night. Spontaneous parades erupted on Washington Avenue in Newport News. In Norfolk, middies held hands and formed a human chain, dancing around cars like kindergartners, madly encircling the standstill traffic. Cries of human jubilation and indescribable noisemaking devices sounded off into the night. Makeshift confetti snowed f
Xrays and diabetes screenings at the center and solicited local fraternal and civil organizations for funds to support afterschool programs. The tidy greenpainted Newsome Park shopping center included a grocery store, a drugstore, a barbershop, a beauty shop, a beer joint, a cleaners, and a TV repair shop. And what wasnt for sale in the stores came knocking at the front door: the coal man, the milkman, the iceman, the fishmonger, the vegetable man, and more made the rounds, peddling their wares to the neighbors. There was a nursery school for the tiniest tots, a boon to the mothers working sixday weeks during the war. Most importantly for Dorothy, Newsome Park Elementary was walking distance from the new apartment. It was her apartment, her name on the lease for the first time since she had been a young teacher. Dorothys motherinlaw tried to dig in her heels against the grog distance between her son and daughterinlaw that she must have surmised for some time to be inevitable. Youre not going to take my babies, she said to Dorothy, struggling against the changes that had been set in motion by Langleys letter, but which had roots much deeper than that. A year after Dorothy left Farmville, so did her four children, starting the fall 1944 school year at Newsome Park Elementary School. The babysitter, who had come down with them to ease the transition, crowded into the apartment as well. Howard continued his itinerant hotel job. Dorothy had put herself and the children on a separate path forward, whereas the cycle of Howards life, despite the extensive travel to the exotic locations, still began and ended in Farmville. He made it down to Newport News when he could: it was too crowded, too noisy, too far away from his now elderly mother for him to convince himself to stay too long. Dorothy would send the children back home for summer vacations, and went back herself as she could, unwilling and unable to sever the ties with the people she loved deeply and would always consider her family. Her marriage with Howard settled into a state of limbo, never togetherher data sheets swimming before her tired eyes the next day. Even time off over holidays, which were more flexible but still considered workdays, was hard to come by, particularly as she was still classified as a temporary war service employee. When and if the laboratory would make her a permanent offer of employment was a matter for the future. But over the July Fourth holiday in 1944, Dorothy Vaughan decided to convert her own status as a temporary resident of Newport News into something much longer lasting. She signed a lease on a new twobedroom apartment in Newsome Park, picking up the keys to a white dwelling with black shutters, identical to the 1,199 others that had been built there. Protective paperpink, inexplicablycovered the floors, and long after the apartments themselves ceased to exist, their first occupants would remember that first look at the pinkpapercovered floors. As if she were unwrapping a big present, Dorothy Vaughan pulled it up, making the apartment hers. Or, more accurately, theirs. Just as she had gone back to visit Farmville, she had, once or twice since coming to Newport News, brought Farmville down to her, arranging for the children to stay with her during a school break. It wasnt so much that she had devised a plan out of whole cloth, more that the plan had faded into place, like a slow sunrise, as she identified the factors that would tip the balance of her life from an oscillation between Farmville and Newport News to a life fully at rest in the new city. Finding a suitable place to live hadnt been easy. There simply wasnt enough supply to meet the demands of a grog black population, most of whom considered a comfortable and safe place to live at the top of the list of the Four Freedoms that Roosevelt elucidated during the war. Aberdeen Gardens, a Depressioneraand the janitors and maids who kept the tunnel clean and suitable for work all made their contribution for the final bombing of Japan. For seven months Dorothy Vaughan had apprenticed as a mathematician, grog more confident with the concepts, the numbers, and the people at Langley. Her work was making a difference in the outcome of the war. And the devastation Henry Reid described . . . she had a part in that as well. Honed to a razors edge by the women and men at the laboratoryflying farther, faster, and with a heavier bomb load than any plane in historyB29s dropped precision bombs over the country of Japan from high in the sky. They brought destruction at close range with incendiary bombs, and they released annihilationand a new, modern fearwith the atomic bombs they delivered. War, technology, and social progress; it seemed that the second two always came with the first. The NACAs workmore intense and interesting than she ever would have imaginedwould remain her work for the duration. And until the war ended, whenever that might be, Dorothy would be one of the NACA nuts. CHAPTER SEVEN The Duration The first time Dorothy Vaughan traveled the road between Farmville and Newport News was far from the last, though the unrelenting pace of research at Langley made anything but the shortest trips home impossible. With the FullScale Tunnel running around the clock and the rest of the engineering groups pushing the limits of their capacity, Dorothy became an expert in the eighteenhour day, when she could find the time, taking the earliest possible bus to Farmville. She lingered over her children as long as she could before a latenight return to her corner of the war machine, the numbers on
her data sheets swimming before her tired eyes the next day. Even time off over holidays, which were more flexible but still considered workdays, was hard to come by, particularly as she was still classified as a temporary war service employee. When and if the laboratory would make her a permanent offer of employment was a matter for the future. But over the July Fourth holiday in 1944, Dorothy Vaughan decided to convert her own status as a temporary resident of Newport News into something much longer lasting. She signed a lease on a new twobedroom apartment in Newsome Park, picking up the keys to a white dwelling with black shutters, identical to the 1,199 others that had been built there. Protective paperpink, inexplicablycovered the floors, and long after the apartments themselves ceased to exist, their first occupants would remember that first look at the pinkpapercovered floors. As if she were unwrapping a big present, Dorothy Vaughan pulled it up, making the apartment hers. Or, more accurately, theirs. Just as she had gone back to visit Farmville, she had, once or twice since coming to Newport News, brought Farmville down to her, arranging for the children to stay with her during a school break. It wasnt so much that she had devised a plan out of whole cloth, more that the plan had faded into place, like a slow sunrise, as she identified the factors that would tip the balance of her life from an oscillation between Farmville and Newport News to a life fully at rest in the new city. Finding a suitable place to live hadnt been easy. There simply wasnt enough supply to meet the demands of a grog black population, most of whom considered a comfortable and safe place to live at the top of the list of the Four Freedoms that Roosevelt elucidated during the war. Aberdeen Gardens, a Depressionerasubdivision built for blacks by blacks on 440 acres that included farmland bought from Hampton Institute, had recently been joined by Mimosa Crescent, a high type suburban community for Negro families and smaller black neighborhoods like Lassiter Courts, Orcutt Homes, and Harbor Homes. Revieg her budget, her needs, and the ongoing demands of her job, Dorothy decided that Newsome Park, more or less in the same neighborhood she had come to know in the last nine months, was the best option. Although originally earmarked for shipyard workers and defense employees like Dorothy, the neighborhood was starting to attract Negroes from all income classes. Domestic workers, laborers, smallbusiness owners, and many of the doctorlawyerpreacherteacher class moved in alongside the drillers, riggers, and civil servants. Its eventual demolition had been planned from its inception: both Newsome Park and nextdoor Copeland Park, for whites, were mandated to last only as long as the war. But the migrants settled in as if their temporary homes were built on bedrock. Newsome Park was an outsize replica of virtually every Negro community in the South, where racial segregation fostered economic integration. The government outfitted the development with the perks that it felt were key to keeping homefront morale high. The Newsome Park Community Center boasted a kitchen and banquet space, rooms for craft courses and club meetings, basketball and tennis courts, and a baseball diamond for the semipro Newsome Park Dodgers. The centers director, Eric Epps, a former teacher at one of the Negro high schools whose activism in favor of teacher salary equalization had led to his dismissal, exhorted residents to turn out for chestrom dows onto the celebrants in the streets below. Some exuberant revelers piled the paper into heaps and set them on fire, the bonfires further enhancing the primal joy of the outcry. The faithful filled churches, giving thanks and imploring their creator to allow this one to be the war to truly end all wars. After the deluge, the uncertainty settled in. Three weeks after VJ Day, the Norfolk Journal and Guide reported layoffs of 1,500 Newport News shipyard workers and a decrease for women workers, both white and colored. It seems impossible to escape the conclusion that employment in the shipyards and governmental establishments in the Hampton Roads area will be drastically curtailed, commented the Washington Post. Returning servicemen were expected to have first claim on what jobs remained in the peacetime economy. Just as victory had been the watchword for the past four years, now reconversion came to the fore, with the United States trying to adjust its psyche and its economy to the peace. The war had been a freight train, traveling headlong at top speed. What now of the passengers inside, still moving forward with tremendous inertia? The word reconversion itself implied the possibility of returning to an earlier time, of a reversal even, in the changes large and small that had transformed American life. With the war emergency fading into the past and without war production pressures, there would be no hireatallcosts demand for women. Two American women of all colors received pink slips even before the final curtain fell in August. Many anticipated a happy return to domestic life. Others, fulfilled by their work, resisted the expectation that they should be reconverted back to the kitchen and the nursery. With work had come economic security, and a greater say in household affairs, which put some women on collision courses with their husbands. Many husbands will return home to find that the helpless little wives they left behind have become grown, independent women, wrote columnist Evelyn Mansfield Swann in the Norfolk Journal and Guide.
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