Friday, December 07, 2012

Remembering Pearl Harbor


They were both startled by a banging at the front door. My father struggled awake while my mother went to the door.

"Does the Dominie know?" blurted a young man between gasps for air.

"Know what?" my mother asked.

"The Japanese." Gasp. "They attacked us." Gasp. "Some place called Pearl Harbor."


Read the rest of Wally Bock's post here. My mother's recollection was of a quiet Sunday in their Phoenix neighborhood when the paperboy was heard crying out that he had a "special edition." She said that people walked out of their homes and off of their front porches to get the news.

Suddenly, their world had changed.

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