Pearl Harbor was attacked on Sunday December 7, 1941, well before I was born, but both my Mom & Dad remembered it.
Mom & Dad were both 12 at the time. It was about 1:00 o’clock pm in the eastern US where both Mom & Dad were, when the attack occurred.
Dad was at the farm of a family friend between Gibson & Kellenburger roads in Phoneton, Ohio. He and the son of the family who owned the farm had been riding horses that morning. They’d put the horses away and were walking back towards the house when the boy’s Father came out and told them. Sometime since then the farm became a nine-hole par-3 golf course (now defunct) called Willow Pond. So the area has changed a lot, but the buildings were still there in late 2009. Dad used to comment that, “Right there at the corner of that barn was where I heard about Pearl Harbor.”
Mom was at home at 151 Clark Avenue in Chelsea, Massachusetts. After Mass they came home and she and Aunt Eileen were playing. Daddy Con went down to the local Pub for an ale and talk. He wasn’t gone long when he came back and told them about the attack.
Our relative who had the most vivid memories of Pearl Harbor was of course, cousin Vernon “Bud” Hale, who served with the US Army’s Hawaiian Division. He was at Schofield Barracks in Hawaii on December 7th, 1941.
Dear Readers – thanks for visiting. I would really appreciate it if you would please leave your own stories (if you have them) about these events in the comments.