These are the women of Plant Two who have come to at least one of our luncheons since 1975. We are listed by the name we had at Hallett, because that's the name we knew each other by, with the married name after it. When somebody at the luncheon says "Gaynor," Phyllis still turns around.

There were hundreds of women in Plant Two over those three and a half years. This is what's left of the ones we found. A ★ means she was at Gennaro's on August 14, 1999.

The four who couldn't come: Rebecca Betz is getting a new hip in October and says she'll be at Gennaro's next year if she has to come in on a gurney. Ella Cronin went to Florida in 1987 and sends a card every August with a five-dollar bill for the flowers. Viola Teague moved to Tucson to be near her son and says the heat is no worse than the paint shop. Marie Warrick is 90 and in a nursing home in Milford, and I go every other Thursday and tell her who said what. She remembers the war better than I do. She remembers the cafeteria prices.

Nellie Cole is the reason any of this exists. She stopped me in the A&P in the spring of 1975, thirty years after the layoffs, and said, "Zamarripa, you were on swing with Gaynor," as if it had been the week before. By August she had found eleven of us, mostly through the church bulletins and the obituaries, which is how you find people when you're our age, and the first luncheon was in the back room of a diner that isn't there anymore. Nellie ran it until 1987. I have run it since, badly, she would say.

Gloria O'Neill was the youngest on the Last Roll and the first of us to go who wasn't old. She was 58. She bucked on graveyard with Leona Morales and could sleep standing up, and once did, during a fire drill.

These are women we remember and haven't found. We don't all have last names. We were introduced on a riveting line, not at a cotillion. If any of these is you, or your mother, write to me.

• A tall redhead called Dot who bucked on graveyard in 1943 and lived in Stratford. Her husband was in the Army Air Forces in England.
• The twins from Black Rock, who worked days in the stockroom in 1944 and switched badges to confuse the guards. The guards were not confused.
• Lucy, the drill press girl who sang on the swing shift bus. She married a sailor from New Jersey in 1945 and moved there.
• A woman named Rose who riveted on days in 1942 and 1943 and transferred to the paint shop. You know why, Rose.
• Anyone from the Plant Two first aid room besides Rebecca. She can't remember the doctor's name either.