Showing posts with label WWII. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WWII. Show all posts

25 April 2020

Trapped! WASP Edith Clayton Keene- The Nineteenth WASP to Die



Edith “Edy” Clayton Keene 44-W-1


Trapped as a passenger in an AT-6 Texan when a wing tore off and the plane crashed near Mission, Texas.

(19 December 1920 – 25 April 1944)

Women Airforce Service Pilots (WASP) Edith Clayton Keene
UCLA Graduate and Women Airforce Service Pilots (WASP) Edith Clayton Keene
Excerpt from To Live and Die a WASP

After 23-year-old Edith Keene (44-W-1) graduated from Sweetwater in February 1944, she quickly moved from her first assignment at Hondo Army Air Field, in Hondo Texas to just north of the Mexican border at the Mission, Texas Army Air Base. Edith had learned to fly in the Pomona Junior College Civilian Pilot Training program, given at Brackett Field, an airfield located between the cities of La Verne and Pomona, California.

Around Moore Field, on the Mission Army Air Base, the thermometer was climbing its way to 90ยบ on April 25, 1944. There had been a trace of rain early in the morning, but the afternoon had cleared to a partly cloudy sky with an occasional light southeast breeze from the Gulf of Mexico. Edith was flying an AT-6 Texan with Robert Kuenstler Jr., who had enlisted in the Army a year earlier and had graduated from advanced flight training at Moore Field. Edith was helping Kuenstler with his navigation and instrument flight training. She had traded places with another WASP for the afternoon flight.

Kuenstler was at the stick of the AT-6, while Edith observed from the back seat. Just after 2:30, flying about 12 miles northwest of the field, Kuenstler was going through the usual dips, turns, and rolls before dropping into a dive. As he pulled back on the stick to recover, they both could hear the straining scrape of metal as one of the wings separated and fell away. The aircraft began to fall and Kuenstler quickly unfastened his harness and jumped to safety, but Edith could not. Perhaps struck by the wing, her canopy would not open and she went down to her death with the plane.
RIP

16 April 2020

To Live and Die a WASP: Collision at Avenger Field

16 April 1944 

Collision and Death of Two Women Airforce Service Pilots (WASP)

The 38
Jayne Elizabeth Erickson 44-6
(14 Apr 1921)
&
Mary Holmes Howson 44-4
 (Feb 16, 1919)


Women Airforce Service Pilots Jayne Erickson & Mary Howson

Excerpt from To Live and Die a WASP:

At Avenger Field on April 16, 1944, Elizabeth Erickson (44-W-6), with 111 days still left before graduation, was almost half way through her training.
 
Twenty-five-year-old Mary Howson (44-W-4) was in the homestretch, with just 38 days to go. It was a warm Sunday afternoon with a light, southeasterly breeze—a good day for flying.
 
Mary, flying solo, was the last of her classmates to approach for a landing.They were completing a 530-mile roundtrip training flight around San Antonio.
 
Elizabeth was practicing touch and go landings. Previously, she had made three of these practice landings with her instructor, but now, she was alone in the cockpit and lining up for another landing.
 
Both women were flying AT-6 Texan trainers. For some reason, the ground controller didn’t notice that the women were both at 800 feet and descending from opposite directions. Both were on their next to the last turn, in preparation for their final approach to the runway. Elizabeth and Mary were on a collision course. …
Women Airforce Service Pilots Jayne Erickson & Mary Howson
Just after 1:20 p.m., Mary Howson and Elizabeth Erickson’s AT-6s slammed into each other. As the planes began tumbling, Mary managed to unfasten her harness, climb out of the cockpit, and jump, but she was too low and her parachute never completely opened. Elizabeth had no chance at all. She was trapped in her cockpit and unable to jump. Both women died instantly just a few yards apart.

The following evening, all of the trainees and training staff attended a memorial service for both women in the Avenger Field gymnasium. Classmates took up a collection to send both friends home.

Mickie Carmichael (44-W-4) accompanied Mary home for her funeral and burial in the Washington Memorial Chapel Churchyard, Valley Forge, Pennsylvania.

Elinor Fairchild (44-W-6), Elizabeth’s friend, accompanied Elizabeth to her burial in Seattle’s Lake View Cemetery.


RIP     

06 April 2020

History Snoopin': The rationing of panic


The rationing of panic


by Bill Miller for the Mail Tribune
Monday, April 6th 2020


It was the middle of March, just a few weeks ago, when panic struck.

A long line of shopping carts twisted around a corner at Costco and ended somewhere back in the middle of the meat cases. A frazzled two or three employees were tossing jumbo packs of toilet paper into each basket; baskets pushed by equally frazzled and even more frightened customers.

Panic and hoarding are nothing new in times of stress and emergency; however, toilet paper, as important as it certainly is, certainly seems like an unusual choice in the grand scheme of things.

Then again, I’d bet you couldn’t tell me the very first item customers cleared from the grocery shelves when Pearl Harbor was bombed and the country went to war.

Waiting for it—sugar!


Within a week of the bombing, the government began its first rationing order. Because rubber was a
war necessity, purchasing new tires for the old jalopy was virtually banned, and just forget about riding home in a brand new 1942 automobile. Unless you were in one of 12 employment categories beginning with physicians, nurses and veterinarians, and ending with my favorite, “persons delivering newspapers,” you were out of luck. The serious joke that was going around said, “Be careful with your tires when you’re driving around, Bob, cause you ain’t gonna get no more.”




 Now, let’s get back to sugar.

Rumblings of a sweet ban started right around New Year’s and, boy, did those rumblings get serious attention from the panicky portion of the Greatest Generation. Store shelves were as bare as — dare we say it? — an empty toilet paper roll.


It was hoarding in the extreme. There was plenty of sugar produced in the county, yet officials reported many consumers were “buying in excess of need” and storing the extra sugar in case of a future shortage or price increase.

On May 5, 1942, when sugar became the first rationed item after cars and tires, it was apparent that those panicky sugar folk were actually on to something.

Sugar was also a critical war necessity. Experts said over a million tons of sugar would be diverted from consumers each year to make industrial alcohol, a material needed in the manufacture of explosives. “This is the sugar that can mean more fire power for our fighting men,” said one sugar company. “So long as we need sugar to get enough explosives, every American man, woman and child will cheerfully and gladly accept the sugar ration.”


In addition, there really was a shortage. Sugar production in the Philippines and Hawaii dried up, and Cuban and Puerto Rico sugar was shared with the war allies, Great Britain, Russia and China.

Ration stamps were issued, with each civilian adult allowed 1 pound of sugar per week and children a 1/2 pound. Anyone found hoarding could face a fine of up to $10,000.

There would be more rationing during the duration of the war, including shoes, butter and meat. Even coffee was rationed in November 1942 to just 1 pound per person every five weeks — about a cup a day. That’s a thought that still panics the heck out of us who wake up and just can’t wait to smell the coffee.

Gas rationing began Dec. 1, 1942, allowing four gallons a week. The day before it went into effect, gas stations across Jackson County reported “a heavy run on gasoline in order to start the rationing period with a full tank.”


Not until the end of the war in 1945 did rationing begin to fade away.

Gas rationing ended Aug. 15, and everything except tires and sugar ended Nov. 25. Tire rationing ended Jan. 1, 1946.

Because of a world shortage of sugar, it took until June 11, 1947, before the Mail Tribune could print above the page one masthead, a large, warlike headline, “Sugar Rationing Ends Tonight.”



Here’s hoping toilet paper doesn’t take that long.
Writer Bill Miller is the author of five books, including “History Snoopin’,” a collection of his previous history columns and stories.



03 April 2020

To Live and Die A WASP : Evelyn Genevieve “Sharpie” Sharp

3 April 1944- 
WAFS (Womens Auxilary Ferrying Service)
& WASP (Women Airforce Service Pilots)

Evelyn Genevieve “Sharpie” Sharp
#The 38
WASP Pilot Evelyn Sharp
 Dies when one engine on her P-38 loses power on takeoff.

(20 October 1919 - 3 April 1944)


WASP Pilot Evelyn Sharp

WASP Pilot Evelyn Sharp

Excerpt from "To Live and Die a WASP"


On April 3, at 10:29 in the morning, Evelyn Genevieve Sharp lifted off from the Harrisburg, Pennsylvania airport in a twin-engine fighter, a Lockheed P-38 Lightning. She had been flying the fighter all the way across the country, on a delivery flight from the Lockheed plant in Long Beach, California to Liberty Army Airfield in Newark, New Jersey.



Following standard takeoff procedure, she immediately retracted her landing gear when she left the ground and almost instantly she noticed black smoke beginning to pour from the plane’s left engine. Barely 700 feet in the air, her engine shut down. Evelyn threw the rudder hard right, trying to keep the plane from rolling over. She feathered the left prop and cut its throttle. There wasn’t enough power to get higher or stay much longer in the air, so she scanned the countryside, looking for a way to land without hitting any of the homes and buildings below. She veered left, across the Susquehanna River toward Beacon Hill, where the population was scattered. With no time to let down the tricycle landing gear, Evelyn smashed into the ground in an abrupt belly landing, her forward motion only stopped by a forest of trees. The steering column pushed up, forcing Evelyn’s head into the canopy. Her neck was broken, and after only a minute in the air, she was dead.

Mounds of flowers were everywhere on April 9, 1944. Although she hadn’t lived in her hometown for over four years, the people of Ord, Nebraska and the surrounding countryside came to her Sunday funeral services by the hundreds. Her mother and father came by train from their new home in Nevada, to bury their only child in the town that called Evelyn their “favorite daughter.” Fellow WASP and classmate, Nancy Batson, and two servicemen were there to pay their respects. Nancy had accompanied Evelyn’s body to Ord, bringing with her $200 donated by the WASPs at New Castle Air Base in Delaware, to help pay for the funeral.




  Airport in her hometown, Ord, Nebraska, named in her honor.
Sharp Field, Ord, Nebraska

RIP Sharpie!



 

16 March 2020

History Snoopin': Oregon WASP Pilot Marie Ethel Chiler Sharon - Service and Sacrifice for Country


Service and sacrifice for country




by Bill Miller for the Mail Tribune

March 16, 2020



The B-25 began to rattle and shudder violently against extremely hard winds, gusting at 45 mph.



Lt. Hinton Daniel and WASP pilot Marie Sharon frantically fought to maintain altitude and control. Suddenly, the nose wheel door began to twist with a screeching metallic sound. The hinges gave way in the wind and the door flew away, slamming into the right side motor. Sixty-five miles south of Omaha, Nebraska, there was smoke, the engine failed, and the bomber lunged into a nose-first dive. It shattered in pieces as it hit the ground and buried itself deep into a farmer’s field.



Born Marie Cihler in Forsyth, Montana, April 21, 1917, Marie was a Women’s Airforce Service Pilot, a WASP, one of 1,074 women who flew military airplanes within the United States for the U.S. Army Air Corps during WWII.



This was one of Marie’s navigational training flights in the bomber. She was working toward a Class IV Army pilot rating, a rating allowing her to fly two-engine medium bombers and heavy transports. Only 59 of the WASP women would ever earn that rating.



It had been a nomadic life for Marie. By 1922 the family had moved 300 miles west to Helena, Montana, and within a few years, they were on the move again, this time to Vancouver, Washington, just across the Columbia River from Portland. Here, on Sept. 5, 1930, there was a shocking tragedy.




“While his little daughter fought in vain to prevent him from taking his life,” the newspaper reported, “John Cihler, [Marie’s father] swallowed poison at his home last night and died a short time later. His act followed a quarrel with his wife.” That “little daughter” was 13-year old Marie.



Marie, her mother, and older sister moved to Portland, where Marie graduated from Jefferson High School. Before the war, she worked as a stenographer and cashier for a retail laundry.



She had once again followed her mother and was living in Bend when she signed up for the WASP program. Before she began her training at Avenger Field, in Sweetwater, Texas, Feb. 13, 1943, Marie married Horace Sharon. Shortly after the wedding, he joined the Navy and left for the war.



Marie was the 16th of 38 WASP pilots who died during the Second World War. She rests near her father in Wilhelm’s Memorial Mausoleum in Portland. Lt. Hinton, her flight instructor, lies in Augusta, Georgia’s Westover Memorial Park.



WASP Marie Ethel Chiler Sharon 43-W-4
(21 April 1917 – 10 April 1944)
RIP



Writer Bill Miller is the author of five books, including “History Snoopin’,” a collection of his previous history columns and stories. Reach him at newsmiller@live.com.

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