Pre-Boomer. My cat calls me “The Old Broad.”
I was having Sunday dinner with my parents at neighbor’s house, and had been excused for the table because they were having after-dinner chat. Listening to music on radio in living room, I was first to hear the news, told my parents that the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor. I was 5. The horrors of that war remain fresh on my mind. Younger friends have NO clue how the civilian population was involved. Gold stars on windows, rationed food, paper, etc. No new cars because factories producing tanks and guns.
I should really write a book about “my” America, beginning on that day.
I wish Sinclair Lewis had been there for those days. His novels about the twenties are ‘granular;” he puts you right there. I’m talking Babbitt, Elmer Gantry, Main Street, Arrowsmith, and more. Domestic ife in the war days in undercovered.