A Sunday in a small town
Scottsdale heard about Pearl Harbor the way the rest of the country did: on the radio, in the early afternoon, with the details arriving in fragments through the evening. The town that heard it was still legally nothing — an unincorporated village of roughly two thousand people run by the county, the school board, and the Chamber of Commerce, living on farming, guest ranches, health seekers, and the artists and architects who had drifted in during the Depression. Malcolm White had that year bought a service station at the corner of Main Street and Scottsdale Road; Frank Lloyd Wright’s apprentices were four winters into building Taliesin West on the mesa to the northeast. Nobody on December 7 could have guessed which of those facts the war would make important.
The answer turned out to be all of them. Arizona’s flying weather — three hundred-plus clear days, flat valleys, and mountains you could see from fifty miles — had already made the state a training ground, and the declaration of war on December 8 turned expansion into a sprint. A private consortium that included Hollywood investors threw up Thunderbird Field II on the desert north of town in about ninety days; by June 1942 Stearman PT-17 biplanes were circling the cotton fields from dawn to dusk, and 5,500 cadets would learn to fly there before the war ended. To the south, Camp Papago Park was converted in the fall of 1943 to hold prisoners of war, first Italian and then the German U-boat crews whose Christmas 1944 tunnel escape became the war’s strangest Scottsdale story.
What the war left behind
The town’s wartime economy was cadets on weekend pass, airmen’s wives in rented rooms, and ranch hands gone to the service. Its postwar economy was built by the same people coming back. Veterans who had trained in the Valley returned after 1945 with GI loans and a taste for dry winters; the airfield sat idle until the city took it over in the 1960s as Scottsdale Airport and the Airpark. The subdivisions, the Craft Center artisans, the incorporation drive of 1951 — all of it drew on a population the war had introduced to the desert. The day the fighting ended is at August 14, 1945; the rest of this year, including Whitey’s Cafe, sits at 1941, and the war decade runs through the 1940s chapter.