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In Their Own Words
Walter Calvin Moore
Civilian Engineer
Oak Ridge (K-25)
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My Oak Ridge Experience
by
Walter Calvin Moore
The first time I saw the Oak Ridge Gaseous Diffusion Plant (
then and sometimes now called K-25 ) it was the steel
framework for a gigantic building, 400 feet wide, four stories high, and
constructed as a U shaped building one-half mile long on each leg of the
“U”, a building of what appeared to me then to be of awesome proportions.
At that time I had no idea of what the project was all about, but
speculated that it was probably to become a plant for the manufacture of
some kind of chemical warfare agent, because everyone was talking about
“process gas”.
Imagine, if you can, a gigantic construction site, piles of
building material everywhere, hundreds of workmen swarming about, huge
cranes, and hundreds of trucks crawling through acres of sticky Tennessee
mud, interspersed with graveled roads and wooden
sidewalks . It
was in late April, 1944, and that spring it was very rainy, even for
Tennessee. I did not see the sun for about six weeks. At that time I
certainly did not feel that this was where I belonged. But it was better
than being in the army, where I might otherwise be. There was no housing
available for my family, and so I was living in a dormitory in “West
Village”, and which was a modified version of a standard army BOQ
(Bachelor Officers Quarters). I was assigned to the “graveyard shift”,
from midnight until eight A.M., and I got little sleep because as soon as
I “hit the sack” a Caterpillar tractor would start up just outside my
window with an almost deafening racket and proceed to contour the ground
around the building, which had just been completed.
There was a good cafeteria about a block away, which was
open 24 hours a day and which served excellent meals, and there was free
transportation to the plant site, about ten miles away. The transportation
consisted of a tractor and semi-trailer with no windows except one in the
entrance door at the back, and it had only
two seats, a long one on each side. If one
was among the first to board, he could get a seat, otherwise he had to
stand for the thirty minute trip over bumpy
graveled roads.
My first job was with Ford, Bacon, and Davis, a construction
contracting firm, and it was in the Inspection Department of their
Operations Division. One of the permanent buildings had been completed,
the “Conditioning Building”. What was being done in there I did not know
at the time, but later found out that it contained a factory for cleaning
nickel plated process pipe, for leak testing pipe and process equipment,
and for conditioning the surfaces of a device called a “converter” with a
secret gas..
Although dwarfed by the partially completed process building not far
away, the

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