Welding was another, and back in the 1980’s one of the best welders in the
Caribbean was a pretty Guyanese girl. With a welding torch she had the touch of an angel and I’m sure she’d agree with the sentiments expressed by one of the WW2 women welders:
I loved the look of welding, the smell of it. You moved the welding rod in tiny, circular motions, making half-crescents. If you did it right, it was beautiful. It was like embroidery.
At the war’s height, women, many of them African-American, made up more than a quarter of the
, US shipyards’ 90,000 workers. Norman Rockwell captured their image for all time with Rosie the Riveter. Here’s Rosie and my nine-year-old son Tristan serving his time on my fifty-year-old tool and cutter grinder. Richmond