I missed this post in Dec. Most of the comments seem to be memories of parents or grandparents.
That event changed my life. On Dec 7, l941 or perhaps Dec 8th.I was at my grandparent’s farm. I was sitting with my grandfather’s sitting on his lap, when I heard this: “On Sunday, December 7, 1941, A day that will live in infamy. the American naval base at Pearl Harbor in the Territory of Hawaii was attacked by 353 Imperial Japanese Navy Air Service aircraft in a surprise military strike,” I had just turned 8 yrs old on Dec 3, 1941. From my Grandfather’s response to that radio announcement by President Roosevelt. I can still remember his anger and his predictions of what was coming.
I don’t think he ever realized how much that changed my life. Short version: My family was moved (literally) from the deep wilds of Tennessee to the “war center” at Huntsville, Ala. Both parents assigned to war “work” and we children saw a city, electricity and indoor plumbing for the first time. Our food was rationed though. So we raised Rabbits in the back yard for meat. Our uncles went overseas.
Ask me about the coming war. Be ready people.
OH, look at the post number....33. Year of my birth.