When I met my dear friend Johann Mitchell at the 1976 “August Party” Star Trek Convention at the University of Maryland…I had just moved to the Washington DC area to seek work as a commercial artist…I had no idea that several close friends of mine had already met her. When she and I showed up to meet them several weeks later, they shouted out in unison IT’S THE MOTORCYCLE GIRL! From the accompanying photo (taken about the time I met her) you can get an idea why. Yes that was her motorcycle. She also had an MGB-GT that she let me drive once in a while. Johann turned out to be probably the most fearless woman I’ve ever known…strike that, fearless PERSON I’ve ever known…and to quote Doug Drexler “a trailblazer”. She taught me much of what I needed to become a functioning professional commercial artist (noting that I was previously an art student of C.C.Beck and Helen Drake, but that’s another story). Beautiful, talented and with an infectious laugh, Johann has done more excellent AND interesting things than any of you know…including her time in the US Air Force…but Doug is going to try to remedy that:
(Left) After basic, Johann was reassigned the Charleston AFB, S.C. (Right) In Charleston, she discovered the base’s Aero Club, which changed her life in more ways than one. The photographer, Ralph Mitchell, would eventually ask Johann to marry him.
I decided I wanted to see the world, and wanted to do it in relative safety, so I joined the Air Force, an endeavor that was held up for a while due to my recruiter looking at my test scores, and sending them back because he was sure a girl couldn’t possibly get those scores. All my scores were high enough to pass, and you only have to pass two parts to get into the military, but my lowest score was administrative, and my high scores (almost perfect and perfect) were in mechanical, electronic and general (spatial relationships, etc.).
When we got to the part of basic training where they decided what they were going to have each person do. I did manage to find out from the person who was trying to place me that they needed draftsmen desperately, but he kept telling me that I couldn’t be a draftsman because I would have to go to Fort Belvoir for training, and they didn’t (at that time) have facilities for women. I kept telling him that I didn’t need training because I was already a draftsman. Eventually, I convinced him to let me take a by-passed-specialist test, which I passed with a perfect score. I think that it’s possible I was the first woman ever to be assigned as a draftsman in the US military.










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