The time was Dec. 7, 1941 and I had just turned 9 years old five days before. My mother, younger sister and I were sitting in the living room listening to the radio. I remember it was a big behemoth piece of furniture that sat on the floor and was probably five feet high.
I remember distinctly hearing President Franklin D. Roosevelt declaring war. I can remember him saying, “We have nothing to fear, but fear itself.”
How can I remember this? No, I didn’t know what war was, but I never before nor after saw “that” expression on my mother’s face, one of alarm and dread. Read More»