During a visit to the Canadian War Museum, I spent an hour or two in its associated Military History Research Centre. I have a few notes from that visit that underscore the homefront experience, but confess that I did not properly record the source books. Clearly, as I continue to write historical fiction, I need to develop a more disciplined approach to research.
Nonetheless, here are a few snippets that caught my eye concerning the WWII experience.
We used to roll bandages for the Red Cross. The women felt that this was an outing. You got together and you rolled bandages and you had a cup of coffee and a chat.
And we knit, we knit mitts. You had to learn to leave a hole in the front. You knit a flap that pulled off, so they could get their fingers out, I suppose for loading the guns.
The juxtaposition of the domestic act of knitting with the loading of guns is striking.
Stockings were very hard to get. You had to line up to buy them. Sometimes one and a half hours. Often the store would run out.
No doubt we’ve all heard stories of women painting a line down the back of their leg in order to pretend they had stockings on.
I also found newspaper ads:
Your aid is vital! Save metal, rags, paper, bones, rubber, glass. They are used in war supplies.
A rubber cleanup will speed victory! Patriotic Salvage Corps Rubber Drive, May 1st to 31st.
The list of rubber items included old tires, inner tubes, rubber boots, sink mats, kneeling pads, rubber gloves, rubber toys. Puts today’s recycling efforts in perspective, doesn’t it?