We had waited a long time for our move into Public
Quarters and were looking forward to it.
George's brother, Jack, was coming from Garden Grove
to help us move. He came on a Friday. By Sunday,
we were moved, and he was on his way home.
The first thing on our agenda was to buy a table and
chairs for our dining area, and a bed for the master
Formica and Chrome tables were the rage at that time.
We found one we liked. The formica table top was a
silver gray color and it came with an extension and six
chrome and yellow chairs. We found a bed and
dresser, and had it all delivered. With a place to eat
and sleep, we were feeling much better.
We didn't get anything else done that first week. George
had duty and couldn't leave the base and it was taking
all of my energy to get settled into my new job at
Solar Air Craft Co. When I got home late in the
afternoon, it would be time for me to prepare our
dinner. George was tired when he came home. We
didn't feel like doing anything around the house.
We just wanted to eat, relax, and talk about our day.
Some mornings when he left for work, he told me he
would bring our dinner home from the restaurant or
commissary, on base. I liked it when he did. It gave
us two or three hours to do a few things before we
went to bed.
I liked my job, but it had been a challenge settling in. It
was different than any job I had worked previously. I
worked in the Parts Department as the secretary to the
Department Manager. I had always worked as a
secretary and stenographer, but this was very different.
My title was officially, Secretary and Statistical
Everything in the Parts Department was numbers.
When I interviewed for the job, I was hired as the
secretary to the Manager of the department. His
current secretary was retiring in two weeks. They
hired me ahead of her retirement and had me working
as a File Clerk for those two weeks. I was told they
wanted me to get comfortable with numbers and the
filing system. There were literally hundreds of filling
cabinets. They filed by category and within the different
categories, they filed by numbers. The numbers for each
part could have as many as fifteen numerals and four
letters. For a while, I was completely overwhelmed. It
didn't take me long to understand why I did nothing
but file for two weeks.
My boss's name was Mr. Peabody. He was in his late 30s.
He was a wonderful man. He was very professional, but
was kind and soft spoken. He lived on the beach in
Cardiff By The Sea. When I told him of my love for,
and fascination with, the ocean and how much I loved
walking on the beach, he told me that he was a surfer
and scuba diver. After that, he would often share his
ocean experiences with me.
Dictation wasn't as bad as I expected it to be, with all
of the numbers. I took dictation in shorthand, except for
the numbers, those he read to me and I wrote the numbers
down. That was a relief to me. I had been wondering how
the numbers were handled during dictation..
I was occasionally needed to take dictation from someone
other than Mr Peabody, and I was often sent to the file
room to pull invoices. It was a job where I could not afford
to get careless.
I loved the people in the Parts Department. We were a family.
I made lots of friends. I had two very close friends, Helen and
Betty. They were both near my age and were service wives.
We ate lunch together every day and often did something
together on "off" days. I never disliked going to work.
George and I loved our neighborhood. It was clean and very
pleasant. Just a block away was a large grocery store and a
movie theatre. Even though we shopped and went to movies
on base, it was wonderful to have these opportunities near
us. Sometimes, we just wanted to be off base away from
the military life, for a short time.
Our life continued to get better and more exciting. Toward the
end of 1953, we made a life changing purchase. WE BOUGHT
OUR FIRST CAR, a 1953 red and black Nash Rambler It was
a classy, sporty, little car. We were over the moon. We had been
married for over 2-1/2 years without a car.
TO BE CONTINUED. . . . . . .
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