"Rosie the Riveter is a cultural icon of the United States, representing the American women who worked in factories and shipyards during World War II, many of whom produced munitions and war supplies. These women sometimes took entirely new jobs replacing the male workers who were in the military. Rosie the Riveter is commonly used as a symbol of feminism and women's economic power. Use of similar images of women war workers appeared in other countries such as Britain and Australia. Images of women workers were widespread in the media as government posters and commercial advertising was heavily used by the government to encourage women to volunteer for wartime service in factories."
My mom was flying out for Halloween, so she came a few days earlier so she could join in on the fun! We spent the weeks leading up to it looking for navy blue clothes, red socks, combat boots, and the official patterned handkerchief. Jami was an internet rock star and found stuff for my girls! She was going to come but she decided to have 2 surgeries and several days in the hospital instead - lame! (j/k Jami please get better soon! We miss you!!!)
The twirls were NOT enjoying the event. In fact, several times all 3 of my girls were screaming. Ugh! I think that the loud aircraft hangar combine with all the women dressed the same, and not knowing what was going on. We had to go through 2 outfit checkpoints for the official record. For the first checkpoint the put a stamp on your arm. That was just the most offensive thing that they could have ever done to my children. ALL of my girls started SCREAMING! I finally had to get permission to use a diaper wipe and remove their stamps. The next checkpoint they gave us wristbands. My girls wouldn't wear their headbands and the wrist band was too much to even consider. The people were so nice and let me just carry their stuff through.
We had almost a two hour wait. Thankfully Jake brought the red wagon in with all our stuff including lots of snacks. We put a blanket on the ground outside and ate food. Siena would scream if I wasn't holding her at all times - and sometimes she screamed even when I was holding her. It was really exhausting. My arms hurt for days! Jaide could be distracted every now and again. Scarlett was on and off. She had to go potty and the line was soooo long. So Jake ran her out to the car and she used one of the twirls' diapers. Sneaky!
We found a group from church - several of our YW. Ironically I never found my friend Emily, who was the one who told me about it, but it was soooo crowded! I love Scarlett got really into posing!
She continued to do her karate moves for several minutes!
The event was covered by many news sites:
The twirls were NOT enjoying the event. In fact, several times all 3 of my girls were screaming. Ugh! I think that the loud aircraft hangar combine with all the women dressed the same, and not knowing what was going on. We had to go through 2 outfit checkpoints for the official record. For the first checkpoint the put a stamp on your arm. That was just the most offensive thing that they could have ever done to my children. ALL of my girls started SCREAMING! I finally had to get permission to use a diaper wipe and remove their stamps. The next checkpoint they gave us wristbands. My girls wouldn't wear their headbands and the wrist band was too much to even consider. The people were so nice and let me just carry their stuff through.
We had almost a two hour wait. Thankfully Jake brought the red wagon in with all our stuff including lots of snacks. We put a blanket on the ground outside and ate food. Siena would scream if I wasn't holding her at all times - and sometimes she screamed even when I was holding her. It was really exhausting. My arms hurt for days! Jaide could be distracted every now and again. Scarlett was on and off. She had to go potty and the line was soooo long. So Jake ran her out to the car and she used one of the twirls' diapers. Sneaky!
We found a group from church - several of our YW. Ironically I never found my friend Emily, who was the one who told me about it, but it was soooo crowded! I love Scarlett got really into posing!
She continued to do her karate moves for several minutes!
Right before the official photo they had the Rosies walk into a roped off area through some turnstyles. Siena was holding me so tightly! Thank goodness Jaide let Dede hold her so Grammy could hold Scarlett - otherwise she would have been hidden in the crowd. We had to be assembled officially for 5 full minutes. Once they began the timer the organizers had all of us sing the national anthem and a few other patriotic songs. It was really powerful! Such a great tribute to the women who stepped up and took care of the nation. My Grandma Seaver said during that time women still wore dresses everyday but the Rosie the Riveter movement brought female empowerment - and pants - into the mainstream.
The official count was 2,096 women and girls. And we brought 5 of them! They had women from 16 states and Canada, including 43 “Original Rosies” from the WWII era. I found this photo online. We're on the left, like 5 rows back and maybe 4 people away from the port-a-potty (Scarlett HAD to potty again - I think she has a nervous bladder).
It takes several weeks for Guinness to release their official photo and publish the record online. The official photo will be posted here when it is available. I hope to get a high resolution image so we can zoom in on our group.
Look at these tough ladies!
4 comments:
That's pretty awesome. Amy's dream is to be a part of a world record. Earlier this year Kyle decided to hold an orange for the longest time ever. It was slightly annoying, especially because it took a while to convince him he needed better documentation of the event than a selfie.
Y'all are adorable. How fun!
Jenni this is Dean in Utah (Teleperformance). I need to call in a favor--for fun. Can you contact me at dean.dolenc@teleperformance.com.
thanks a ton!
That was one hectic day, but so worth it. I would never have participated in an event like that if it weren't for you- for lack of a better word- forcing me to do it. The energy in that hanger was palpable. All those women coming together to pay tribute to all the women who stepped up and did their part during the war. Glad you forced me out of my lazy, comfort zone and let me be part of it all
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