My mother, Wilma—or “Willie,” as her brothers called her—married my father, Art Sprester Jr., in 1941, when she was just 17. The war was raging, so their honeymoon was short-lived. Dad was drafted and was soon deployed to Asia.
Willie moved from Coleville to Bradford, Pennsylvania, to be closer to her mother. She found a job with Bradford Motor Works, which had been an oil field supplier but had transitioned to making fuses and adapters for bombs.
Mom spent 21/2 years working shifts, sleeping when she could, while also caring for an infant. Mom spent 2½ years at the factory, working rotating shifts, sleeping when she could, while also caring for an infant. She was proud when the company received an award of excellence for outstanding service to the troops.…
