A Century Of Memories
(February 21, 2011)
At the age of 103 (Feb. 17, 2011), Mildred McDowell is one of the Air Force's oldest female veterans. She resides in Vandalia, Ill. U.S. Air Force photos by Staff Sgt. Desiree N. Palacios
|VANDALIA, Ill. (2/17/2011 - AFNS) -- When Mildred McDowell saw her first "flying machines" above the family farm near Brownstown, Ill., she couldn't imagine she would one day become one of the nation's first female Airmen.|
A few years before the United States entered World War I, the 8-year-old was herding cows when the airplanes first appeared, and neither she nor the cows were happy.
"That day, I saw three to five of these flying machines flying way down low, and they scared my cattle and scattered them," she said. "They seemed as big to me then as a B-29 (Superfortress) does to me today, and I was sure they buzzed me on purpose.
"I began to cry, 'My cows are all gone. I'll never see my cows again.' But by that time, the planes were gone, and the cows stopped and began to eat," she recalled.
Ms. McDowell, who might be the nation's oldest surviving female veteran, celebrates her 103rd birthday on Feb. 17. She has outlived all of her siblings, the people she served with during and after World War II, and even many of the students she taught in Illinois one-room schoolhouses before she enlisted at the age of 35 during the war.
Symbols of Ms. McDowell's two careers, in education and in the military, decorate her room in the Vandalia Rehabilitation and Health Care Center here, about an hour northeast of St. Louis. A mirror with a retired U.S. Army decal faces her bed, upon which is a neatly folded red, white and blue towel containing the words, "Freedom Is Not Free." On a nearby bookcase is a figurine with an apple, books and the teacher's slogan: "To Teach is to Touch a Life Forever." A "Peace on Earth" sign hangs on her door.
During a childhood she calls one of the happiest any child could have, Ms. McDowell and her siblings attended a country school several miles from their home. She rode a horse or mule part of the way and walked the remainder.
"The mule was very, very nervous," she said. "When the wind would whistle through the trees, she couldn't stand it. She broke loose twice; I had to walk (home), and she was standing at the gate, waiting for me to open it for her."
Ms. McDowell taught for 14 years in one-room schoolhouses in several Illinois counties, including Rush School, the one she attended with her brothers and sisters northwest of Vandalia. She still hears from some of her former students, although "they keep dying off," she said. One former pupil wrote an editorial in a local newspaper about how teachers are underpaid.
|"I started (teaching for) $87.50 (per year), and I had to do my own janitorial work," Ms. McDowell said. "I wrote to him and told him I'm being paid when I hear from or receive a letter from one of my pupils. I'm still being paid now."|
|Ms. McDowell changed careers once she learned the military began accepting women during World War II, because she'd always wanted to travel. After making the decision to enlist in the Women's Army Corps, she had to delay several months until Nov. 18, 1943, because of a commitment to the school.|
"I'd already submitted a contract to teach the next year," she said. "Papa always told us when you sign a contract to keep it, and don't ever go back on it. An oral contract is just as binding as a written one. So since I'd signed the contract, I had to teach the next year."
Women's issues weren't foremost in her mind in 1943. Her biggest motivation was what she calls "a yen for travel." But a letter from her mother prevented her from asking for an overseas assignment during the war.
"When I was in basic (training), I got a letter from my mother after I told her I wanted to go overseas," Ms. McDowell said. "She said, 'Why do you want to go overseas and cross that big ocean?'
"So I took my application back and said I'll go if they call me, but I won't ask to go overseas," she said.
After training, Ms. McDowell was assigned to Roswell Army Airfield, N.M., and her first job was packing parachutes. But she soon had trouble sleeping because she imagined something going wrong for an Airman on a B-17 Flying Fortress because of a problem with a parachute she may have packed.
"I didn't like the job because I thought I might make a mistake and would cause an Airman to die from poor parachute packing," she said. "So I asked for another job, and I worked in supply issuing airplane parts to the mechanics working on planes on the line."
Ms. McDowell was honorably discharged after the war in December 1945, but re-enlisted March 18, 1946, and later transferred into the Air Force. This time, she asked to go overseas. She turned down an initial assignment in Japan and was sent to Germany instead, where she worked in the technical order library.
She lived in an old hotel in Wiesbaden, Germany, that hadn't been bombed. The city, located on the northern bank of the Rhine River, is one of the oldest spa towns in Europe. The name literally means "meadow bath."
"The people were poor," Ms. McDowell said. "They'd lost their homes and their jobs (during the war). A lot of their families had been killed. We would see little boys, maybe 5 years up to about 8 or 9, out scrounging in garbage barrels. They wore shorts, no shirts, and you could count their ribs, they were so skinny. It kind of hurt that they had to eat out of garbage."
Even American military members living in post-war Germany had to deal with difficult conditions, especially in 1947 when the Rhine experienced one of its worst dry periods.
"We couldn't take a bath because we had to keep water in the bathtub to flush the toilet," Ms. McDowell said. "One time, I had to go to work without brushing my teeth because there wasn't a drop of water in the place. That night, I scrounged around three or four floors up and found an old water glass. So I kept that glass filled for brushing my teeth. The poor Germans were worse off than we were. You'd see them at the well waiting for every little cup of water."
Ms. McDowell left the military as a WAC corporal in 1949. After she left active duty, she completed her 20 years in the Reserve. She never married or had children of her own, although she has many surviving nieces, nephews and great-nieces and nephews.
When she looks back on her 103 years so far, she has only a few regrets. She wishes she still had her Women's Air Force uniform for her burial and that her father could've seen her in it.
|By Randy Roughton|
Defense Media Activity -- San Antonio
Reprinted from Air Force News Service
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