by Matthew Hersch and Peter Westwick
We all know the image of the aerospace engineer. Short-sleeved white shirt, skinny dark tie, crew cut, horn-rimmed glasses, pocket protector. Think Michael Douglas in Falling Down, the 1993 movie that followed Douglas’s character, a laid-off aerospace engineer, on a violent spree across Los Angeles.
There is some truth to the image. A new archive on the history of Southern California aerospace, a collaboration between USC and the Huntington Library, has abundant photos confirming the stereotype: earnest young engineers of the 1940s and ’50s bent over drafting tables in full nerd regalia, slide rules at the ready. But the archive also suggests a more interesting reality.
Consider Al Hibbs, whose papers recently arrived in the aerospace archive. As a young mathematician, Hibbs calculated probabilities in Las Vegas casinos and sailed the Caribbean for a year on his winnings. (Along the way, he trapped alligators to sell to zoos.) He went on to earn a Ph.D. in physics at Caltech and to help design the early space program at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory. He also popularized science on radio and television, flew sailplanes, invented an electronic trombone, applied to the astronaut corps, acted in local theater, and pursued underwater photography and kinetic sculpture.
Hibbs may be an extreme example, but Southern California aerospace abounds with ostensible nerds who designed new ways of having fun when they weren’t designing airplanes and spacecraft. Bob Simmons, a Caltech engineering student who moonlighted at Douglas Aircraft during World War II, applied aircraft materials—fiberglass, polyester resins, polystyrene foam—and advanced hydrodynamics to revolutionize surfboard design. A couple decades later, another aerospace engineer, Tom Morey, combined his knowledge of advanced aerospace composites with a quirky sensibility to invent the Boogie Board; another aerospace engineer at the Rand Corporation invented the windsurfer. And so on.

The mid-century aviation plant was a microcosm of Southern California in its diversity and in its collection of energetic individuals. Test pilot-engineers at Edwards Air Force Base rode horses when they weren’t riding rocket planes. Women flooded the aviation workforce during World War II, as the celebrated “Rosie the Riveter.” The male-dominated engineering profession largely hindered women’s opportunities as engineers until more recent decades, but in the ’50s aerospace heyday women played important roles as “computers”—doing the math and calculations necessary to build planes and rockets—before electronic machines replaced them.
During the 20th century, millions of people flooded Southern California for aerospace jobs; dozens of airfields dotted the landscape; test-rocket firings flashed and echoed in the foothills; and the local economy became yoked to the boom-and-bust cycles of defense spending. In the process, aerospace helped drive the extraordinary metamorphosis of California from a rural, agrarian state to the sixth-largest economy in the world.
Southern California aerospace not only reshaped the region; it changed the world. Its technologies underpinned U.S. national security, from propeller-driven airplanes and bombers in the World Wars to strategic missiles, reconnaissance planes and satellites, and stealth aircraft in the Cold War. Meanwhile, its commercial aircraft and then communications satellites connected distant continents and cultures, propelling globalization. Finally, Southern California’s fundamental contributions to the civilian space program, including the moon landings and the robotic exploration of the solar system, challenged and transformed the human imagination.
All the aerospace workers who made these innovations possible—hundreds of thousands of them, for much of the Cold War—helped ferment the heady brew of Southern California culture, from water sports and hot-rodding to architecture (William Pereira’s aerospace buildings), literature (from science fiction to Thomas Pynchon and Joan Didion), and design (Charles and Ray Eames).
A just-opened exhibition at the Huntington Library, “Blue Sky Metropolis: The Aerospace Century in Southern California,” presents some first fruits from the archive. It also highlights the fact that the history of Southern California aerospace is not just about the technologies of aircraft and spacecraft, although these represented some remarkable engineering achievements. Rather, the history is also about the people who built these things, what they did both on and off the job, and how they lived their lives here in Southern California.
That brings us back to Al Hibbs. On a Caribbean sailing trip in 1982, when Hibbs was pushing 60 years old, he remained an avid participant in boat races.
Not sailboat races, mind you. Rather, the “boat races” familiar to any college student: you take two rows of people (in Hibbs’s story, men versus women), give each one a beer (here, Guinness Stout), and go down the row: as soon as the first person has downed his beer, the cup goes upside down on top of his head, and the next person starts guzzling. First row finished wins. In this case, the first mate ruled the women had won, only to be overruled by the (male) captain, who exercised his prerogatives and, Hibbs recounted, “gave the prize to the boys.”
“But then,” Hibbs concluded, “it’s not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game.”
Matthew Hersch is lecturer in Science, Technology and Society in the Department of History and Sociology of Science at the University of Pennsylvania. Peter Westwick is director of the Aerospace History Project at the Huntington-USC Institute on California and the West and assistant research professor in history at USC. The Blue Sky Metropolis exhibit runs through January 9 at the Huntington Library.
*Photos courtesy of Matthew Hersch and Peter Westwick


In the San Fernando Valley of the 1970’s, neither the bustling aerospace industry, the Cold War, or anything related to rocket engines could be avoided. The fathers of my friends and schoolmates were either in aerodynamics or Hollywood, and the Hughes Missile Group, North American Aviation’s Atomics International, Raytheon Missile Systems, and SSFL Rocketdyne seemed to all have fence lines circling our neighborhoods. Miles and miles of chain-link, bearing too many “No Trespassing” signs to count, guided our walks home from school and hikes though the hills. Essentially, we grew up in the Santa Susana Field Laboratory, 2558 rocky acres of testing ground, 451 of which are government owned.
We lived to “hike” among the sandstone formations of the Hughes Missile Systems site, which locals called “the Bunker” and where nuclear missile research took place around the clock. Rocketdyne, where all sorts of payload and heavy-lift rocket engines were tested (including the liquid-fuel biggies known as SSMEs, or Space Shuttle Main Engines), became known as “Meltdown Mountain” once the 1979 story broke about its “worst in history” Sodium Reactor Experiment (SRE) accident 20 years prior. Also found throughout those hills, though we’ll probably never know as much about them as we otherwise might have, are the Chumash Indian caves of the area’s native inhabitants.
The best field trip I ever took was a class expedition up Woolsey Canyon, where the bus stopped just short of Rocketdyne’s gate (think NORAD). Absurdly, we 30 or so 4th and 5th graders were directed out of the bus and onto the shoulder of the road. Our chaperones were giddy with excitement and wanted us to hurry. We were told to settle down and find rocks to sit on, but most of the girls at least stayed close to the curb to avoid the steep drop into snake-infested brush below.
“Keep and eye on the tower,” our teachers kept saying, and we did. Of course, we did! Massive nighttime fireballs and smoke the devil couldn’t darken frequently shot up from that mountain, and here we were, as far as civilians could go. Workers – likely the boyfriends and gear-head brothers of our tipped-off guardians – waved as they drove through the gate, yelling, “Cover those ears!” and “Only twelve more minutes!” I remember some kids initially not wanting to go on that trip; descriptions of what exactly we’d be doing were vague in a way only schools in the ‘70s could be. When they told us part of Star Wars had been filmed there, though, not a single kid missed that bus.
It was an extraordinary time in an extraordinary place, akin only to Mission Control in Huston and the Kennedy Space Center in Orlando. Notwithstanding the secrecy and allusions to war and nuclear dread that came with Rocketdyne, those boosters they built were taking us to Mars. And the men in those trucks were our fathers, our friends, and our neighbors – a vibe that made it a field trip for the ages.
Bolted to the bottom of the largest of eight test stands on that mountain was what would become the world’s first reusable rocket engine. A forerunner to the SSME and at the time the most powerful liquid oxygen/hydrogen booster in existence, the thing was capable of producing 400,000 pounds of thrust at sea level. Maybe our teachers were nuts (or drunk), but everyone in the Valley looked forward to stuff like this.
When the engine went off we were closer than any Launch-watcher or VIP would ever get at the Kennedy Space Center. The blast burned for 320 seconds; the flame was like the sun if the sun could spread-eagle. For us on that trip and during aerospace’s hey-day, it was Southern California that was extraordinary. Chatsworth, Canoga Park, West Hills, and Simi Valley all enjoyed a special place in the industry, and these will surely be some of the nation’s communities that will miss the Shuttle most.
Hmmm. Well, I grew up here too — my grandparents (and extended family) moved from Minnesota in 1919 & my mother went to UCLA in the early 30′s… The father of my best friend in 7th-8th grade worked at JPL — and I knew a lot of other families tied to defense/ aerospace.
Guess I don’t have such nostalgic memories — my mother had two first cousins who went to CalTech in the 30′s — when the “high jinx” of some notables there included dabbling in black magic…[SEE for ex: Pasadena Babylon -- http://media.caltech.edu/events/105449 ] Congressman John Rousselot [ SEE: http://articles.latimes.com/2003/may/12/local/me-rousselot12 ] and the national HQ of the John Birch Society were just a few miles from my home (fortunately, our Congressman was George Brown — a decent and sane guy) The story is just not as simple as “Oh those crazy nerds!” As a piece of secondary evidence, listen to some of the defense nerds interviewed in the recent documentary “Waiting for Armageddon” [SEE: http://www.waitingforarmageddon.com/ ]
Think Silicon Valley is the only innovative part of CALIFORNIA?
Afraid not—-Indeed, this ain’t a story of the past…..it is a story of today…
We aerospace entrepreneurs are still here in LA and Southern California, starting new firms, running micro and very small firms and doing what we always did here….
We are in fact, like prairie dogs in our burrows working all over the Southland…hiding in plain site, but you may not know we are here….
And yet we are dreaming up ideas and inventing things that will impact your life in a generation or two….
And yupper; we are nerds and geeks are still having FUN!