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It's Pearl Harbor Day

Yep, it's Pearl Harbor Day. I don't know how important this is to most people, but it's an official day in America. As far as I know, no offices will be closed today, but maybe a few people will take a minute to think about what happened today in history.

I'll admit this day isn't very significant to me as far as the details of what my day will look like—I'll probably go to the Y, I have some research to do for a story, and I have to superimpose somebody's logo on a Christmas ornament—but when I think about my parents and their entire generation, Pearl Harbor Day carries a lot of weight.

I called my mother to ask what she remembered about December 7, 1941, and she recalled it very clearly. I must say, though, that she answered my call using a cheap phone, and the beginning of the conversation went like this:

Me: What do you remember about Pearl Harbor?
Mother: I liked him a lot.
Me: What?
Mother: I really liked him.
Me: No, Mama. Listen. I said, "What do you remember about PEARL HARBOR?"
Mother: Oh, I thought you said what do I remember about Paul Harvey. Let me switch to a better phone.

Anyway, my mother is full of stories with fascinating detail about life in the 30s and 40s. I wish she would write them down, but she needs prompts.

With her help, here is today's column in Small Town Newspaper. Pay no mind to the online comments that might follow.
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dive said…
Hee hee hee hee hee!
Hoorah for cheap phone lines, Robyn.
8:08 AM
Grandma Scott said…
Wow...I forgot and I'm an army brat, it was a bad day for america we found out we can and could be hurt, like 9/11. Your writing is good do you have a website? check mine out http://www.giftsofdawn.com I write childrens books and short stories... hugs
7:30 AM
Scout said…
Welcome to blogville, Grandma Scott. I don't have a website apart from my blog here, but I write a weekly column in my local newspaper.
8:08 AM
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