i'd like autobiographical accounts if possible of what it was like to
work as a reporter during ww11 in a radio station in a mid-size city.
types of microphones, bosses, covering beats, censorship, local
celebrity--anything that would add some depth and color to a piece of
fiction writtem about that era.a

It's not a "mid-size" city, but my mother worked at WOR Radio in
Manhattan back then.  In fact, she and my father were married on
December 7th, 1941!  They were so busy that day they hadn't heard
about the bombing of Pearl Harbor.  When they arrived at the temple in
New Rochelle, they found many of the guests sitting in their cars,
weeping.  They couldn't figure out why anyone would be so emtoional
about their wedding.  Then, of course, they heard the news, but went
ahead with the wedding anyway.  Right after the ceremony my mother
handed trays of hors d'ouvres to her WOR colleagues, who loaded them
up in their cars and drove back to Manhattan and back to non-stop live
broadcasting.  They lived on those platters for the whole weekend.