Kelsey: When and where were you born
and raised?
Klalo: I was born in
Newark, New
Jersey, [February 22, 1925] and spent a good many
years there, until I married.
Kelsey: What were your parents'
occupations?
Klalo: My parents had an interior
decorating business, originally in
Elizabeth, and
then in
Denville. And I guess that’s
what brought me to this area.
Kelsey: Did you have brothers and
sisters?
Klalo: I had two sisters.
Kelsey: And were they older or
younger?
Klalo: Younger. I was the oldest.
Kelsey: Did any other family members
live with you?
Klalo: Oh, yes, my grandmother and
my uncle, when I was rather young.
Kelsey: Was this on your mother’s
side or your father’s side?
Klalo: My mother’s—my mother’s
mother and brother.
Kelsey: Describe your neighborhood,
what was your neighborhood like?
Klalo: When I was growing up, it
was, I guess, kind of on the poor side. We didn’t
have much. It was the years after the
Depression,
and no one had too much, but I don’t think we knew that we were poor. We had love, and I
guess
that was the important thing.
Kelsey: What neighborhood in
Newark
did you live in?
Klalo: We moved, I guess a few
times. We lived in the
Clinton Hill section mainly.
Kelsey: Describe the schools you
went to, your elementary school.
Klalo: Oh, I went to two different
elementary schools—actually, three. The one in
Irvington—we lived in
Irvington for two
years—and
that was a beautiful school. That was really a nice
school.
Kelsey: This is when you were in
elementary school?
Klalo: Yes. I graduated Bergen Street School in
Newark. It was an old school. I
believe it had four stories, old brick
building.
Kelsey: So this would have been in
the early thirties?
Klalo: Graduated grammar school in
’39. And then I went to high school in
Newark also,
Arts High School, which was
downtown Newark.
Graduated there in ’43, I was an art major.
Kelsey: Did you have any plans to go
to college?
Klalo: I did. Actually, I could
have had a scholarship, an art scholarship, but
there was a war on, and everyone was very
patriotic at the time, and I felt I had to work for
the war effort, and went to work for
General Motors,
and worked
shifts, three shifts, changed every
month. So it wasn’t possible to go to school.
Kelsey: So you started working as
soon as you graduated?
Klalo: Right after I graduated.
Kelsey: Did your family belong to
any social groups or organizations, a synagogue or….
Klalo: Yeah, my parents did belong
to an organization, and my father was very active in
unions. In fact, he was at one
time
president of the
Furriers Union of New York and New
Jersey, and he was one of the original founders of
the
laundry workers union in New Jersey.
Kelsey: And how did this connect to
interior decorating?
Klalo: I don’t know, that’s a good
question! I guess he just decided to change. The
unions then were tough, they were
the mobs, and if
you weren’t on that side, it was always a problem.
And he was one of the “good guys,” so to
speak. I
guess after a while he just had enough, so he went
into business, initially with his brother and then
they
dissolved the partnership and he opened the
store in
Denville.
Kelsey: So what year did he have the
interior decorating store? During the war?
Klalo: No, this was much later.
Kelsey: So then did he work for the
union, or did he work for a company that he helped
unionize?
Klalo: Yeah, he worked for a company
that he helped
unionize. As far as I know, he never
got any salary from the
union.
Unions were fairly
new back then.
Kelsey: Do you remember what company
he worked for?
Klalo: I remember he worked for some
fur company—Hollander Fur? We’re going back a
long way. And then he worked
for a laundry. That’s, I think, why
he got involved with the
laundry workers union, why
he organized that. I don’t
remember the name of
that.
Kelsey: How were you and your family
affected by the
Depression?
Klalo: I think like most people. I
know my father was out of work a lot. If there was
work, say, in one of the nonunion
shops, and
he was president of the
Furriers Union, he couldn’t
take the job because he was a
union man. So that
really didn’t help any. But I remember we
struggled. I remember my mother crying because she
didn’t have any
money to buy dinner. She would go
to the store every day.
Kelsey: Did your mother go to work
at all?
Klalo: Not then. Men
couldn’t find jobs. Well, years later, she worked
in the business with my father, six days a week.
Kelsey: And did your grandmother and
your uncle come to live with you because of the
Depression ?
Klalo: I don’t know. My
grandmother, I never remember her not living
with us, so I guess I was quite young. And my
uncle
was still in school, so my father helped him get
through school.
Kelsey: High school?
Klalo: High school, yeah.
Kelsey: Looking back on how your
family lived at that time in the thirties and
forties, you would characterize your
economic situation as….
Klalo: Not too good. It was a
struggle.
Kelsey: Do you feel like it got
better?
Klalo: Oh, yeah, it got much better.
Kelsey: In the early forties?
Klalo: No, probably later than
that. Probably later in the forties.
Kelsey: When
World War II started,
what grade were you in?
Klalo: I guess I was about a
freshman in high school—that I remember.
Kelsey: Did you get married after
the war?
Klalo: Yes.
Kelsey: During the war, did any of
your friends get married?
Klalo: No, not during the war.
Kelsey: Not at all, everybody waited
until afterwards?
Klalo: Yeah. I think we were
probably a little too young.
Kelsey: Do you remember at the plant
that you worked at, did they have daycare centers of
any kind?
Klalo: No, not at all.
Kelsey: Do you know how…. Because
some of the women who were working probably did have
children….
Klalo: Most likely, yeah.
Kelsey: Do you have any idea how the
children were cared for while they were working?
Klalo: No.
Kelsey: So you were still living in
Newark (Klalo: Yes.) when
you went to work in….
Klalo:
Linden, uh-huh.
Kelsey: And you said it was
patriotism (Klalo: Definitely.)
that really caused you to decide not to go to
college, to give up a scholarship.
Klalo: Definitely. In fact, when I
was in high school, I was going to art school four
nights a week, plus going to high
school, and that was college credits. But after I
graduated and started to work, there was no way I
could continue
going to school.
Kelsey: And you really made that
conscious decision, that it was more important to
help the war effort?
Klalo: Oh, yeah, it really took no
thought at all.
Kelsey: Do you remember seeing
advertising slogans or newsreels of advertisements
that encouraged women to go to
work in the factories?
Klalo: Yes, absolutely.
Kelsey: Do you think that influenced
your decision to do that?
Klalo: No, I don’t think so. I
think I just knew when I was in high school that I
was going to work, help the defense.
Kelsey: Did most of your friends
feel that way?
Klalo: They did, but I think I was
the only one that went to work in the factory. They
worked for the government, doing
various positions. But I believe, of my friends, I was the only one that went to work in
the factory.
Kelsey: Do you remember hearing or
seeing references to
Rosie the Riveter then?
Klalo: Oh, yes, definitely.
Definitely.
Kelsey: Before you started working?
Klalo: Maybe not, I don’t remember.
Maybe not.
Kelsey: Did you think of yourself as
a
Rosie then?
Klalo: No, not really. Actually, I
was not a riveter, but I did work with the
riveters—packed rivets.
I did many things there, but one of
the things I did was pack rivets. And contrary to
what most people believe,
the rivets that go in an
airplane, you see in ships they’re heated, in an
airplane they’re frozen. So they had to be
delivered quickly before they defrosted. And they
used to deliver them like in little Good Humor [ice
cream]
carts. And they were used while they were frozen. I guess
that’s because once they defrost, they expand. And
for some reason, in the airplane that’s the way they
wanted it.
Kelsey: Why didn’t you think of
yourself as a
Rosie?
Klalo: I don’t know. I don’t know
that that was a big thing then. I don’t know if
that came after,
Rosie the Riveter, I’m not
sure. I just worked
making airplanes, and that was it.
Kelsey: Did any of your family go to work in the factories?
Klalo: No.
Kelsey: So you were the only one of
your family and friends (Klalo: Yes.) who actually
went in an industry?
Klalo: I had one friend that did come to work in the factory later. She
worked where I did.
Kelsey: And how did you select this
particular plant? How did you decide to apply for a
job at that particular plant?
Klalo: I don’t know, I really don’t
remember. I guess I’d heard about it. I’d heard
about
Eastern Aircraft, and I heard
about
Picatinny Arsenal. I had
no idea where it
was, or what they
did, other than make munitions, and for some
reason
I decided to go there. And when I applied for the
job, I got it, so I went no further.
Kelsey: So you decided to go to
Eastern. How did you get to
work?
Klalo: Car pool. I used to have—someone picked me up. His
name was Dick. He picked up a few people, and we paid
him, I think, if I
remember, it was a dollar and a quarter [$1.25] a
week. That took care of his expenses.
Kelsey: Did his shifts correspond
with yours?
Klalo: Yes.
Kelsey: So every time your shift
changed, he did too.
Klalo: Yeah. They had a list in the
factory, so that you could get rides back and
forth. The other transportation would
have been two buses, and would have been really
impossible.
Kelsey: What kind of training did
you get when you first started to work?
Klalo: I don’t remember getting any
training at all. They just told you what to do, and
do it.
Kelsey: Did you have a job title?
Klalo: No. Not that I remember, no.
Kelsey: And you mentioned you did
different jobs—the same place, but you had different
jobs. What was the first job
that you did? Describe the first job.
Klalo: The first job I did was
filing. And when I say filing, I don’t mean in a
file cabinet. You had a workbench and a vise,
and you put a piece of metal in the vise that was
scribed, and you had to file it down to the scribe
line, eight
hours a day. Not easy work.
Kelsey: Filing with a file?
Klalo: With a file, yes—big files.
Kelsey: And so someone showed you
how to do that?
Klalo: Yeah, well, it didn’t take
much to learn how to do that.
Kelsey: And then what did you do
after that?
Klalo: I worked with the welders. I
used to stamp numbers on the parts. I worked with
the rivets, packing frozen rivets.
Worked in the stockroom.
Kelsey: When you were packing the
frozen rivets, did you wear
gloves or something?
Klalo: No. And you had to pack,
depending on the size, small ones were like thirty
in a box, the large ones were maybe
ten in a box, and you didn’t have time to count
them. You had to kind of judge how many rivets were
thirty or ten
or twenty.
Kelsey: So if they were frozen,
weren’t they cold to touch?
Klalo: Yeah. But actually, we were
not allowed to wear gloves there, because it was
dangerous around the machines.
Oh, I worked on a drill press too. And you were not
allowed to wear gloves, ever, that I can
remember.
Kelsey: Do you know what you were
drilling, what parts you were drilling?
Klalo: Yeah, they were small parts.
There was one part, it was 1060-1 and –2, two left
and right. And there were
numbers on all the parts. That’s when I stamped the
numbers on parts.
Kelsey: Did they teach you how to
use the drill press?
Klalo: No, not really.
Kelsey: Or did they just show you
and say “do it?”
Klalo: What they showed you was you
had to wear a cap and have all your hair covered.
And what they did show us
was every once in a while they would pass around a
big batch of hair that was pulled out of someone’s
head. That
was the training, “Don’t do this! Keep your head
covered.”
Kelsey: Did you wear any other kind
of special clothing, other than….
Klalo: Yeah, they gave us kind of a
jumpsuit kind of thing. It was sort of a gray
plaid. And a cap.
Kelsey: Did you wear these over your
street clothes, or did you change your clothes?
Klalo: No, we didn’t have time to
change our clothes. You barely had time for lunch.
We had twenty minutes for lunch,
because we worked three shifts.
Kelsey: And how many hours was each
shift?
Klalo: Eight hours.
Kelsey: So you would just pull these
coveralls on over your regular clothes?
Klalo: Or put them on at home.
Kelsey: So you wore them back and
forth (Klalo: Oh yeah.), you didn’t leave them
there?
Klalo: No. Also, we were supposed
to wear shoes with steel toes. Very few people did,
I think, but you wore a closed
shoe.
Kelsey: Did you wear steel toes?
Klalo: No, but I wore a closed shoe.
Kelsey: Do you think that working in
the factory paid better than other jobs you might
have….
Klalo: Oh, it paid well; there was
no question about it. And when you worked nights,
there was a 10% bonus. I think I
started with $1.09 an hour. They paid, they were
one of the best-paying factories, I think, on the
Eastern
Seaboard. But you
worked hard, and they did not have coffee breaks for
women, you worked straight through.
Kelsey: They didn’t have coffee
breaks for women?
Klalo: No.
Kelsey: Did they have coffee breaks
for men?
Klalo: No. Oh, and I also worked on
a conveyor belt for a while.
Kelsey: What did you do on the
conveyor?
Klalo: I don’t remember, just
passing parts down. That was short lived.
Kelsey: And how long were you
there? From 1943 ’til….
Klalo: [Until] ’45, I guess. The
day the war was over, we were told the war was over,
go home. Middle of the day.
Kelsey: Did you feel like your job
was important, that what you were doing….
Klalo: Yeah, I did. I really felt I
was working to help the war effort, making fighter
planes. And I believe one out of every
ten planes we made for
England. They
used to fly them over. Actually, they had the
English insignia on the
plane, and they used to cover it
over with the
American insignia, so when the plane
got there, they just ripped the
one off, and they were all set to
go.
Kelsey: So it was the
RAF [Royal Air Force] insignia underneath?
Klalo: Right.
Kelsey: Were you ever promoted or
given a raise?
Klalo: You got raises
automatically. I think I went up to $1.49 an hour.
That was an automatic raise.
Kelsey: And so everybody got a
raise?
Klalo: Yes.
Kelsey: Was it all women working
there? Were there some men there?
Klalo: No, there were some men.
There was a number of men, yeah.
Kelsey: Were any women supervisors
or managers, or were [unclear].
Klalo: Not that I know of. There
might have been, but not to my knowledge.
Kelsey: But everybody that you
worked for was a man?
Klalo: Was a man, right.
Kelsey: Did they have an exemption
for…. There was a reason why they weren’t in the
military?
Klalo: I would imagine, yeah.
Kelsey: What you were doing—before
the war, only men would have been doing the work
that you were doing, is that
right?
Klalo: Yes. I don’t think they had
any women employed there. I doubt it.
Kelsey: Did you think about that?
How did you feel about doing a job that before only
men were allowed to do?
Klalo: I don’t think I gave it any
thought, really. I just felt it was something that
I had to do. I didn’t like working there,
and it was hard work, but it was something that I
just felt I had to do, and that was it.
Kelsey: Did you ever think about
going to another—like applying at
Picatinny, if you weren’t that happy with….
Klalo: Well, actually, you couldn’t
just leave your job. If you left, you had to get a
release, for whatever reason, and they
were not easy to come by. So if you wanted to
transfer elsewhere, they had to release you first.
Kelsey: I see. Even if you were
going to another …
Klalo: Yes. I never tried.
Kelsey: … business that was directly
related to war work (Klalo: Right.), you still had
to be released (Kelsey: Exactly.)
from there. Do you know anybody who did get a
release?
Klalo: You’ll laugh when I tell
you. My driver, who died. After he died, a release
came through. (chuckles)
Kelsey: He had asked for a release?
Klalo: No, I don’t know that he
asked for it. I think that was just the way of
saying he was no longer employed there.
think that was it.
Kelsey: This was Dick, the driver?
Klalo: Yes.
Kelsey: Then what happened to his
riders after he died?
Klalo: Oh, we got someone else.
There was always someone you could get a ride with.
Kelsey: Did you or other women that
you worked with ever encounter what we would call
now sexual harassment?
Klalo: I don’t think so. But there
was a lot going on there, though.
Kelsey: There was?
Klalo: Oh, yeah.
Kelsey: Like?
Klalo: Used to hear rumors. Married
women whose husbands were away, some of the men that
were there. We used
to hear rumors about that.
Kelsey: How old were the men?
Klalo: There were some that were
fairly young, but mostly maybe middle-aged, so
possibly too old for service, probably.
Kelsey: So, too old…over the
draft
age.
Klalo: Yeah, but there were some
young ones.
Kelsey: Was there a
union there?
Klalo: Yes!
AFL, Automobile Workers
Union of America.
Kelsey: Given your family
background, with your father being part of the
union
infrastructure, did you join the
union?
Klalo: I don’t think you had a
choice. Or if you didn’t, they would make it pretty
miserable for you. I did join. In fact, I
brought in my old
union cards.
Kelsey: So you say they would make
it pretty miserable for you?
Klalo: I don’t know of anyone that
didn’t join the
union.
Kelsey: So all of you felt that it
was something you had to do?
Klalo: Yeah. And they did protect
the workers.
Kelsey: So even though you mentioned
before that there was a lot of mob infiltration into
the
unions….
Klalo: Well, that was in my father’s
day. That was a little earlier.
Kelsey: Did you feel that the
union
was a good thing?
Klalo: Yeah, I’m sure, because I was
raised knowing about
unions, because of my father’s
activity.
Kelsey: How many people worked in
that plant?
Klalo: I believe there were 10,000.
Kelsey: And they were split into
three shifts?
Klalo: Yes.
Kelsey: So there were a little over
3,000 working a single shift.
Klalo: Exactly.
Kelsey: That must have been—I mean,
the footprint of the plant must have been huge!
Klalo: Yes, it was a large plant.
Kelsey: Were there all different
ethnic groups, races, that kind of thing, there?
Klalo: Yes.
Kelsey: So there were blacks and
whites? And did they all work together?
Klalo: I don’t remember many blacks,
to be honest with you. In fact—I’m not sure I
should say this—but I understood I
was their token Jew. I don’t know if you want to
cut that.
Kelsey: No, I don’t think so.
Klalo: And I don’t remember any
blacks working there.
Kelsey: But there were different
ethnic groups?
Klalo: Yes.
Kelsey: Italians?
Klalo: Yes, definitely.
Kelsey: Eastern Europeans?
Klalo: Yes.
Kelsey: From the neighborhoods in
Newark, probably?
Klalo: Yeah, I think all the
surrounding towns. I think we even had some people
from New York that I remember, that
worked there.
Kelsey: They commuted over from
New
York City?
Klalo: Uh-huh.
Kelsey: As far as you know, did men
and women get paid the same?
Klalo: Yes.
Kelsey: They did, there was no
difference?
Klalo: No.
Kelsey: If you were doing the same
job, you were paid the same?
Klalo: You got paid the same.
Kelsey: Did you make new friends on the job?
Klalo: Yes, I did.
Kelsey: Tell me something about
them.
Klalo: I became very friendly with
two of the women that worked there. They were both
married. One, her husband was
in service. The other one, her husband was not in
service. But I became quite friendly with both of
them.
Kelsey: Were they approximately your
age, or were they older?
Klalo: A little bit older.
Kelsey: Did they have children?
Klalo: No, neither one had any
children.
Kelsey: What kinds of things did you
do? Did you socialize outside work?
Klalo: At times, at times. I
remember the one whose husband was in service, we
went to
Atlantic City, New Jersey
once for a weekend. And with the one
that was married, I would just visit at her home.
We would sometimes go
out with her whole family.
Kelsey: Where did they live?
Klalo: They lived in
Newark.
Kelsey: In your neighborhood or near
your neighborhood?
Klalo: Not too far.
Kelsey: What did you like most about
your work?
Klalo: That’s a tough question.
General Motors was not an easy
company to work for. In fact, in the restrooms they
had beautiful furniture in
the restrooms, and you were not allowed to sit down
on the furniture. So that if you went
up to use the restroom, they
had—we used to call them prison matrons—would come
around and check to see if
anyone was sitting down. So
that the girls would close themselves up in the
stalls, just to get off their feet. It
was difficult even
trying to get into one of the stalls. Not an easy
company to work for.
Kelsey: Okay, so I guess you told me
what you liked least.
Klalo: Did not like working there,
to be honest with you. Really, not at all. I don’t
know if it had one redeeming feature.
Kelsey: Except that it contributed
to the war.
Klalo: It contributed to the war,
absolutely.
Kelsey: Did you live with your
family the whole time that you were working at the
plant?
Klalo: Yes.
Kelsey: So you were in the same
environment that you had been when you were going to
school.
Klalo: Yes.
Kelsey: How did the war change your
routines or your activities, things that you had
done before that you couldn’t do
anymore?
Klalo: Well, of course I didn’t see
my old friends, friends I went to
school with, because when I worked nights, they were
all working days. So I really got
to see very little of anyone.
Sometimes I didn’t see my father
for a month. When you worked shifts, it made it a
little difficult to get to see
everyone.
Kelsey: How did the shifts work?
Klalo: We worked 7-3, 3-11, 11-7.
Kelsey: How often did you switch
shifts?
Klalo: Once a month.
Kelsey: So you were on one shift for
a full month?
Klalo: Right.
Kelsey: And then you would shift to
the next.
Klalo: And you worked six days a
week.
Kelsey: Monday through Saturday?
(no audible response)
Klalo: No overtime. That was a
normal work week.
Kelsey: And you worked eight hours?
Klalo: Yes, because the other shift
was coming on, and they were supposed to be at the
work station, I think ten
minutes before the shift started, in order to get
their equipment ready.
Kelsey: Yeah, that would be….
Klalo: We’re going back a long way.
Kelsey: Did they have any kind of
social or recreational activities at the plant at
all?
Klalo: I remember once or twice we
did have something. We had some speakers and music
and a little entertainment,
but that was only once or twice. Must have been for
a special occasion that I really can’t recall at
this point.
Kelsey: Did you ever go to
USO dances?
Klalo: Yes. Actually, it was part
of a group that was not part of the
USO, but
we did go to
Newark Airport where they
had
soldiers stationed. In fact, they used to pick the
girls up in a two-and-a-half-ton truck. (chuckles) And we’d
bring doughnuts. Actually, they liked us better
than the
USO, because we used to bring snacks. We’d bring
candy, cake, and…. It was fun.
Kelsey: And this was just a group of
people [unclear].
Klalo: Someone got together this
group. Must have been about twenty women, and we
would go down and just dance
with the boys. I remember there used to be a guard
at the door. Once you were in, you couldn’t walk
out, no
hanky panky.
Kelsey: And this was at
Newark Airport?
Klalo: At
Newark Airport.
Kelsey: The old
Newark …where the North terminal is
now.
Klalo: The old
Newark Airport, with the
mosquitoes.
Kelsey: And the soldiers would send
a two-and-a-half-ton truck into
Newark to pick you up?
Klalo: Yeah. For some reason, they
were allowed to do that.
Kelsey: And you would just jump in
the back of the truck?
Klalo: Well, they had to help us
up. (laughs)
O’Hagan: [2 or 3 words, unclear]
Kelsey: [unclear], yes. What did
you do when you were by yourself?
Klalo: Actually, it didn’t seem like
I had that much free time. I had a younger sister
at home - much younger, seventeen
years younger - so
I’d play with her when I was at home. And write
letters. Took up a lot of time. I had a quota, I
would write three letters a day to servicemen.
Kelsey: And were these guys that you
knew personally from high school?
Klalo: Well, one I wrote to—the man I eventually married—I wrote to
him every day. And then I
would write to friends, a couple of servicemen that
I didn’t even know, never met, but I guess weren’t
getting much
mail.
Kelsey: And how did you find out
about them?
Klalo: Through other servicemen.
[They’d] say, “How about writing to my friend? He
doesn’t get a lot of mail.” So I
wrote on the average of three letters a day.
Kelsey: So you had met your
husband….
Klalo: Before he went into service.
Kelsey: Before the war.
Klalo: Yes.
Kelsey: Did you meet him in school?
Klalo: No, we were neighbors,
actually.
Kelsey: So had you dated before he
went into the service?
Klalo: Yeah, a little bit.
Kelsey: What year did he go in?
Klalo: Oh! I don’t know.
Kelsey: Right after
Pearl Harbor?
Klalo: No, it was a little bit later
than that. He went in probably about ’41. Yeah.
Kelsey: So
Pearl Harbor was in December ’41, so….
Klalo: No, then he went in ’42.
Kelsey: So you had a sister who was a lot younger than you were, and
then you had a sister in the middle?
Klalo: In between, uh-huh.
Kelsey: Was she in high school
during the war?
Klalo: No, she was in grammar school
actually.
Kelsey: So the two younger ones were
closer together?
Klalo: Eleven years apart.
Kelsey: Eleven years between the
youngest one and the middle one?
Klalo: Yes. And then, well, the
middle one, she probably—I guess she was just about
going into high school then.
Kelsey: How did you feel about the
war?
Klalo: How did I feel about the
war? You know, when you’re young, you just don’t
look at things the same way. It
doesn’t hit home
like it does when you’re older. I mean, I knew we
were in a war. I think I knew every airplane
that
flew overhead—I could identify them. But of course
I felt that I was working towards an end. But I
don’t think
when you’re young you feel it the same
as you do when you’re older. I think this is a lot
why they like young men
and women in the service.
Kelsey: Did anybody you knew die or
get wounded?
Klalo: The one friend that I had that worked in the
Eastern Aircraft, she had five brothers and four
of them came back
either—well, I mean two were
killed and two wounded—and I knew her family.
Kelsey: When that happened, did that
make you feel more, understand more, the
consequences?
Klalo: Oh, absolutely, sure.
Kelsey: Than you might have before?
Klalo: It was very tragic.
Kelsey: Did you feel that you were
treated any differently at work because you were
female, or because you were Jewish? Did you feel
that there was any….
Klalo: I think a little bit because
I was female—by the foreman. I think a little bit
there.
Kelsey: And was that just you, or
was that kind of just a general thing? Because most
of the people working there were
women.
Klalo: Yes. I think it was probably
women.
Kelsey: Had these men worked at the
plant before the war?
Klalo: I believe so. I think they
did.
Kelsey: So this was a big, massive
change for them, instead of being in a factory
working with all men, all of a sudden
they are in
the minority.
Klalo: Exactly.
Kelsey: Do you remember what kinds
of things, interactions that occurred that made you
feel like this foreman was not
particularly happy to
have women?
Klalo: He would always critique your
work and say, “That’s not acceptable,” and things
like that. And I think because I
had an
artistic background, there was one particular piece
that I used to work on, that should have been done
by
the machine shop, but it wasn’t. And no one
else—I shouldn’t say “no one”—it seemed that they
weren’t getting
it right, and when he gave it to me
to do, I was able to do the piece to the
satisfaction of the men.
But he would complain that it would
take me too long, I spent too much time on it.
Well, maybe that’s why I did it
correctly. So he
complained about that a lot until I finally said to
him, “That’s fine, give it to someone else. I won’t
do it anymore.” And that stopped it. But yeah, he
would criticize me a lot. But I think that was just
his way,
because I knew I was doing a decent job of
what I was supposed to be doing.
Kelsey: Did you ever worry that the
Allies might not win the war?
Klalo: No. No, I don’t think that
ever occurred to me.
Kelsey: What did patriotism mean to you?
Klalo: It was just a feeling that
you had. People no longer have that. I remember in
’76, when we had the tall ships, and
that feeling
came back, that feeling of patriotism. I’d
forgotten what it felt like. It was something
special, and you
just don’t always have it. I mean,
you may feel patriotic. I know I’m 100% patriotic,
but it’s not quite the same. I
mean, people were
willing to die for our country. I don’t think most
people feel that way anymore, unfortunately.
Kelsey: What was your most memorable
wartime experience?
Klalo: Well, I don’t think it was
just one thing. I think it was working for
General
Motors, writing letters, being
lonesome.
I was young, I felt cheated, there were
no men around. In fact, when I graduated high
school, we never even had a
prom, because we had
blackouts and
brownouts and
gas rationing, and most
of the nightclubs and places that
you would normally
attend, were closed. So I felt kind of cheated.
Kelsey: And that was true probably
for the duration of the war.
Klalo: Yes, definitely.
Kelsey: How did you cope with
wartime shortages?
Klalo: You just coped with it. I
think you were allowed two pair of shoes a year, and one of them went for my
work
shoes. Had to stand in line for
butter or
sugar—a lot of things. I guess my mother did a lot
of that. Cigarettes—
and so many people smoked
then—were hard to get. Silk stockings. But you
coped.
Kelsey: I guess a good portion of
free time was spent standing on line.
Klalo: I guess my mother did a lot,
for the food. I remember standing in line for
cigarettes and stockings. That was
tough.
Kelsey: What was the
ration for
stockings?
Klalo: You just couldn’t get them.
I think the silk was going into parachutes. So you
couldn’t get them.
Kelsey: So what was the substitute?
Klalo: They had, I think, the Lisle
hose. We painted our legs. (chuckles) So that was
one substitute. So when the
weather was decent, you
painted your legs, because the stockings that you
could get were not real attractive.
Kelsey: So you used like makeup on
your legs?
Klalo: Right. Yeah, there was leg
makeup. And if you were creative, you even put a
seam up the back of your leg,
because they did wear
stockings with seams then.
Kelsey: That’s right.
Klalo: I think that’s probably when
stockings without seams came in. But if you were
creative, you made a seam, and
hoped it was
straight.
Kelsey: Did you have a
victory
garden?
Klalo: No, not at the time.
Kelsey: Did you live in a house in
Newark, or in an apartment?
Klalo: In an apartment.
Kelsey: And there were, what, six of
you?
Klalo: Yeah. (counts) Seven, for a
while.
Kelsey: There were seven?
Klalo: Yes.
Kelsey: Three sisters, your
grandmother and….
Klalo: Yeah.
Kelsey: And how many rooms did you
have?
Klalo: The one place we lived in, I
think we had three bedrooms.
Kelsey: Oh, so a good-sized
apartment.
Klalo: And my uncle slept on a cot
in the foyer. I remember that.
Kelsey: Did your uncle eventually go
into the service?
Klalo: Yes, he did.
Kelsey: And where was he stationed?
Klalo: He went to the
Pacific.
Kelsey: What branch of service was
he in?
Klalo: He was in the
army.
Kelsey: And I guess he came back?
Klalo: He came back. And he was married with one child when he went in.
Kelsey: You mentioned earlier, when
we were walking in, about scrubbing to get all the
junk off your skin after you
worked a shift.
Klalo: Yes.
Kelsey: You kind of described what
that was like.
Klalo: Actually, I worked on a
sander also—I don’t know if I mentioned that—a belt
sander. It’s a machine with this big
belt that goes
around and around, that’s like sandpaper. And it
has a little table, and you have a piece of metal
that’s scribed, and you have to get the metal down
to the scribe line, so you push it up against this
sanding belt,
the sandpaper. And every once in a
while, the piece of metal would slip down inside the
slot that was there, and
you go “zoop!” and no
knuckles. That happened every now and then. And
actually, on that machine, there was
always a white
milky liquid that came out of it. That was so that
the metal wouldn’t heat over, it would get too hot.
Kelsey: It wouldn’t get too hot.
Klalo: Right. So the metal from the
sanding—you’re sanding metal—or when I was filing,
was little particles of dust,
metal. They would get
into the pores of my legs, my thighs. I actually
had to scrub my thighs with a brush when