With December 7 - Pearl Harbor Day -approaching I still remember so clearly that frightening afternoon at Grandma and Grandpa's house. I tried to capture every moment of it in my book Everyone's Child. I can stiil hear that voice on the radio and wondering where Pearl Harbor was and what war was really like. My mother's tears and hysteria told me it was a terrible thing....not at all like the war games we played in the neighbor's yard.
I am reminded of America as I knew her. It was the worst possible time and yet somehow the best time to be a child. We were in a war everyone wanted to end. Everyone did everything possible to help that end happen.
Few mothers had the luxury of staying home with their children. They either worked out of the home or volunteered in the many organizations that needed help to end that war. We children were on our own so all the adults inour world stepped in to be sure we knew the rules and how to live by them. The America of my childhood was filled with patriotism, honesty, respect and responsibility. The adults around us were quick to let us know when we weren't living up to those standards and pointed us in a better direction.
These things just seem to be words to the younger generations. How I wish they could know America the way my generation did and love her as much as we do.