December 7,1941 – A Few Personal Memories 64 years ago today , I was “almost eight” : one of three brothers,living on a family farm in New York state. The day started out like most : we were up at the crack of dawn,because there were cows to be milked ,a wood stove to be lit, and a hearty breakfast to be wolfed down before we changed clothes for church. Like most kids my age, my thoughts were pre-occupied with Christmas-but it would be a long time before anyone felt really “merry” again. That evening was spent, huddled around the...