A Man, A Woman, A Time Of War
The horrors of war created some terrifying jobs for those in the states.
For Dot Hannold, then Dot Reed, that meant two years working in Washington D.C. with the War Department.
While a junior in high school, Dot explained that “they had men come around at the high school. Anyone who was in business, typing, they needed typists. They recruited girls. We had eight or 10 girls. They got us on a bus and took us to Butler. (We) stayed there all night and went to Washington.”
And the work exacted an emotional toll.
“I worked for the War Department in the casualty branch,” she explained. “Terrible, terrible. We were overwhelmed. We were in an office in a munitions office and then the Pentagon. All we did all day long was type up letters to parents that (their) sons or daughters were either missing or dead.
“It was a terrible job.”
“She kept looking for mine all the time,” Paul said.
While she never was confronted with the death of her love, at least one letter hit very close to home.
“I got one from a guy in Youngsville,” she said. “I threw it. He went in in April and was dead by December.”
“In that year, (his) picture was on the front cover of their yearbook,” Paul explained. “He got killed in the Battle of the Bulge.”
Fortunately, Dot had the company of a cousin and another friend from Pittsfield.
“We all lived together,” she said. “I was there a little over two years.”