December 7, 1941! How I remember that Sunday afternoon at Grandma's. The voice on the radio said the bombing of Pearl Harbor could certainly mean war. Mama was hysterical. I watched Grandma pull her into her lap and wipe her tears on the hem of her apron. She held her close and rocked her. Grandma was Mama's stepmother. I knew they really didn't like one another very much. At the ripe old age of seven, I knew nothing about war, but watching the strange behavior of those two women, I knew it had to be something really horrible, to bring them together. I could not know how much this day would change my world and America forever.
The memory of this day begins my memoir, Everyone's Child. It was a fearful time, but it was also a very special America that I grew up in. It was an America, today's youth would not recognize. My book walks you through that America. The innocence, the dedication to God and country, the need to help one another, were all part of America in the 1940's. My title, Everyone's Child, describes the world as I knew it. I was indeed Everyone's Child. Everyone knew few mothers had the luxury of staying home with their children. They were working for the war effort and we children were learning independence away from their watchful eyes. The entire communty stepped in and made sure we knew the rules and followed them.
My book follows the war and how each new event affected the world at home. The memories are always clear but this date reminds me to be grateful for my heroes - those wonderful young people in our military who faced that terrifying day at Pearl Harbor with such courage and inner strength. This date makes me think about the freedoms those young men and women gave their lives to protect.
I hope you will join me in reflecting on the greatness of this wonderful country and appreciate our military for their unending dedication to our freedom.
God Bless America!