JBB had a decorate-the-gingerbread-man project due and Pretty Girl's cot sheet and blanket for preschool were in the dryer. Our minds were cluttered with the minutiae that demand our attention and our energies. My extra synapses were solely devoted to remembering to take the styrofoam box in the refrigerator full of last night's leftovers of gourmet Mexican food to work so that I could reheat them for lunch.
I forgot.
Two thousand four hundred and three Americans died on December 7, 1941.
I remember.
I will not forget again.
Look at this excellent set of photos from Time magazine.Photos: The Attack on Pearl Harbor
For more info check out The History Place.
6 comments:
Hey Sweetie,
This day changed Dee Da's life forever. I have his diary if you want to read it. You will cry. I did. We put our flag out. Went on about our day and were greatful that we could.
Mommy Lipstick
Mommy Lipstick,
I cried writing this post.
Maybe someday I could read the diary.
I am not yet recovered from crying over the tractor at Halloween.
Keep it close for me though.
I love you.
Lipstick
this is a wonderful reminderwe all need to remember. my boss took the day off to attend a celebration of the later winning of the war and to remember.
Thanks for the Time link--those are unforgettable images. The significance of the day had escaped me as well--thank goodness for bloggers who are more on top of things than me.
I forgot, too. I even forgot to put the flag out, and I feel terrible. I'm glad there are people like you to hold such remembrance days in such regard.
I'm so glad you posted this. I remember thinking on December 7th this year that I was surprised NOBODY had mentioned D-day. On the news, at school. Nobody.
I guess fewer and fewer of the veterans are still alive, and as they pass our memories fade with them.
It's such a shame.
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