"We never talked ever. I don’t know of anyone who talked about their work."
I was trained in Toronto at [No.] 2 KTS [Composite Training School], as a clerk general special. We had to pass a typing test and just all the air force procedures. My twin was the honour student of her graduating class - I can tell you because she isn’t here, she passed away 11 years ago this month - but that was really nice. But then we had asked for postings. I wanted to go out west and she wanted to stay in the Ontario area. And they posted us together, to [RCAF Station] Mountain View, Ontario, [No.] 6 B&G [Bombing and Gunnery School].
When we arrived at Mountain View, airwomen were allowed to go up on a familiarization flight. And it had to be approved by our section. And so, oh, I had a wonderful flight. It was in an Avro Anson. After the excitement of controlling the plane, you know, banking right, left, and everything, just having a wonderful time up there, I couldn’t wait for the next flight. But in the meantime, some girls in [RCAF Station] Centralia bailed out of an aircraft at night and they were unauthorized. So they cut off all air flights. That was the end of it.
Mountain View was a wonderful station. Because of its isolation, across the Bay of Quinte from Belleville, we were isolated. I worked in GIS [Ground Instructor School] Air, well, in fact, both Daphne [her twin sister] and I worked there at one point. That must have been, maybe that was our first job, at GIS Air. Because I worked all over the station and I used to post people across Canada when they’d finish their training and post them for their courses.
It was more or less a holding station for the BCATP [British Commonwealth Air Training Plan]. And lots of men were just there, just waiting to be transferred for their training. And I worked in Air Armament School and that was typing précis all day long, great big foolscap pages. We never talked ever. I don’t know of anyone who talked about their work. My friends were in all different places on the station, the control tower and everywhere. I haven’t got a clue in the world what they did. The only thing I know about, when I was at headquarters, like Air Armament School, it was typing all day long. At headquarters, then I gathered all the information for DROs, Daily Routine Orders. And I would type them up and run them through the Gestetner machine or the ditto machine [duplicator machines], whichever it was.
We just looked forward to all our time off. Dancing was my, that’s what I loved to do.