Second World War: Rosie the Riveter

Oklahoman recalls rationing and working at as a 'Rosie the Riveter'.

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When rationing started, I was in high school. With two other students, I helped sign people up for their ration books. One lady refused to tell her age, so she got no book. 

The book was like a book of stamps. Each can of food, pound of sugar, shortening, coffee or meat cost so many stamps. The meat stamps were red; the canned food stamps blue. You could manage, though you had few choices.        :

Laundry soap was not available where I was. Washing clothes with hand soap using a scrub brush on the shower floor was no fun. Toilet paper was seldom available. I saved stamps for two months for a can of pineapple I craved. There was no black pepper. Enough gasoline was rationed to go to work.

For some reason there were no sheets, elastic panties, hose or men's shorts. We wore khaki-colored rayon panties that buttoned.

You got one pair of leather shoes a year. The rest of the time you wore cloth shoes. If you had a defense job, you could get steel-toed leather shoes - no stamps. They gave me corns.

When you shopped, you took your stamps, the tokens they gave you in change and your money. With sorghum or honey, we made mayonnaise cakes - no stamps. We had no bacon those years, and meat was scarce. We had meat stamps left over.

I had my first job - Rosie the Riveter - at Douglas, building airplanes. I started at 60 cents an hour, soon raised to 65 cents. I got time-and-a-half Saturday pay and double time on the occasional Sunday I worked.

The Douglas bus cost more than $4 a week, and I had rent, groceries and clothes to buy, plus my bus ticket home when I didn't work on Sunday.

I got so homesick. I was the oldest kid, and we were very poor. I saved enough money to roof our leaky house, and buy a divan and a few clothes for my family. I wish I could have done more.

I grew up in a town of 1,000 people and got lost often in the big town of Tulsa.

Hamburgers and malts were 20 cents. Pop was a nickel, as was the crowded Tulsa bus. Milk cost 10 cents if you had your nickel bottle. We didn't buy ice in the winter so we kept milk in a shady window to cool. Sometimes it froze, and the paper cap rose high. I was young, helping the war effort. It took little to make me happy.

Ellen Kelsey
Henryetta, Oklahoma

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