Post #15 – Women’s Memoirs, News – Matilda Butler and Kendra Bonnett
As many of you know, Kendra Bonnett and I also maintain a website for our collective memoir, Rosie’s Daughters: The “First Woman To” Generation Tells Its Story. The website is: www.rosiesdaughters.com. In addition to writing blogs about the generation of women born during World War II, daughters of the iconic Rosie the Riveter, we have decided to begin collecting and publishing stories of Rosies. Eventually, we want to compile a book sharing Rosie’s legacy to future generations. These are the strong women who helped win the war, that braved sexist attitudes, difficult work, and often lack of proper work clothing to ensure that we had the planes, ships, farm produce, and office work without which we would not have succeeded.
Recently, we were contacted by Norma Horton Bryant, daughter of a Rosie the Riveter, or more accurately, daughter of a Wendy the Welder. Kendra and I have a Rosie the Riveter bandana designed for us that we sell on our website. We wanted an authentic red with white polka dot bandana with the message, We Can Do It. Pass It On. Norma purchased three bandanas and I was curious about her use of them.
When Norma explained she and her sisters were going to honor their mother’s war work during a re-enactment in England, I knew we wanted her story. CLICK HERE to read Norma’s touching story of her mother Marion Perkins Horton. Perhaps it will inspire you to write your family’s story of women working during the war.
Note: This is the first of a series of stories of Rosie the Riveter’s Legacy. If you or your female relative worked during World War II, we invite you to share the story with us and our readers. All stories will be published on our website and the best will be published in a book. Please email us and we’ll send you the details. We look forward to honoring many of the women who worked during World War II.
Norma begins her story…
3 Rosie’s Daughters Celebrate Our Mother’s Life Story
Norma Horton Bryant
As a child I once asked my mother, “Why do you have those tiny scars on your arms and legs?” She tilted her head back and a smile came across her face as if she was reliving her memories. She told me, “They are from a time when I was a welder during the war.” It was obvious she wore those scars as though they were her medals. … Click Here to Continue
