On a Sunday 68 years ago America was viciously attacked in a way that would not occur again until 9/11/01. It is remembered as Pearl Harbor Day ... and I thought this would be a good opportunity to ask my parents what they remembered about that day. Part of the "Greatest Generation," they were both teenagers when Japan attacked U.S. forces in Hawaii.
Mom wrote ...
Would you believe that I have tried and tried but I absolutely cannot remember anything about Pearl Harbor Day! I KNOW it was on Sunday morning and that someone came and told us, but I can remember nothing else.My mom's older brother, Clarence, was killed in Europe just weeks before the war ended. My grandparents lived on a farm and Mom has relayed how my grandmother was at the well when she saw my grandfather driving up the driveway in the middle of a work day ... and she knew something had happened to Clarence. Mom said my grandmother never quite got over his death.
I was 13 years and 4 months when this happened and since we did not have a radio, did not take a newspaper and THERE WAS NO TV, I think it may not have sunk in at that time. I have tried to remember it being talked about at school the next day but I remember NOTHING about it and cannot remember my school friends talking about it.
I remember the war vividly but that may be because it went on so long. Both J.L. and Clarence were drafted (J.L. in 1942 and Clarence in 1943) and I was 17 when it finally ended. All of the memories I have of the war are from the time I finished school (Thomas Dale High School in Chester, Class of 1944) on D-Day and went to work at Bellwood - until it ended in 1945. Before we finished school, it was sort of routine for us.
After I went to work and my girlfriends and I could go to movies, we saw newsreels about the war, the war bond drive, etc. and it became more real. Also, Clarence was inducted in April of 1943 and sent to Europe in September of that year. J.L. was always in Texas (never in battle) so until Clarence went in, it did not seem as real.
My step-dad wrote ...
December 7, 1941! The day is as vivid in my mind today as if it had been etched. I had just turned 15 in August. It was a late lovely Sunday afternoon with Mom, Pop, Sis and I heading home to Richmond down US #1 from the farm in Caroline County.My step-dad was a member of the Virginia Tech Cadet Corps (Class of 1947). His schooling was interrupted and he was shipped out on the U.S.S. Denver but they were turned back because the Japanese were surrendering.
Mom had needed milk or such for the usual Sunday night dry cereal supper, and decided to stop at "Punk" Allen's general store at Gum Tree on US-1, probably for a quart of milk.
We went inside and found Punk huddled over his radio, intently listening to every word. We had no electricity on the farm, so we had no radio. Battery radios weren't here yet. Punk looked at us and told us the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor naval base, and an invasion of the west coast seemed imminent. We were stunned! Mom got what she needed and we headed home to listen to our own radios.
Pop, a WW I infantry draftee, had boarded a troop ship for France on November 11, 1918, only to be turned around and returned because the armistice had been signed. Years later he told me he had been lucky to be saved, but he doubted I would have such luck.
But he was wrong, because in August 1945, two atom bombs were dropped on Japan which prevented me from being part of the deadliest operation the U.S. had ever planned, theinvasion of Japan. I, along with hundreds of thousands of others, was also spared, just like Pop.
These remembrances show the contrasts of two people from different backgrounds at a time when the nation was coming out of the Great Depression and going into World War II.
Mom's family worked a farm, her father worked at Dupont, and she was the youngest of 10 children. They had moved from the mountains of Grayson County in Southwest Virginia to make a better life for their family.
My step-dad's family lived in Richmond, had a weekend family farm in Caroline County, and had only two children. His father was a founder of WRVA radio station in Richmond so the family was part of a higher income class of Richmond families.
That day 68 years ago is still remembered as Pearl Harbor Day ... and those who can remember are becoming fewer every day. My folks are 82 and 83 years old ... their memories are part of the history of America.
12/7/41 and 9/11/01 ... days we should never forget.
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