For most people, December 7th summon thoughts of Pearl Harbor. For me, it’s mom. Mom would have been 82 today. She was 16 when Pearl Harbor happened. Some birthday present, eh?
Mom had already been working to support her family after her father had passed away 3 years before. During the war, she was a “Rosie the Riveter,” helping to build ships at the Baltimore shipyards. She met Dad when he was stationed there for a time during the war.
Mom’s been gone for several years, now. Mom always made Christmas for me. I love the season, the songs, and the snows (Yes, I know I’m strange), and she was the one who made sure we got gifts, even when we were on the other side of the world.
Speaking of the war and particularly artifacts of that war, I’m reminded that artifacts are still being unearthed by floods and other things, and a search for the remains of soldiers continues. In fact, here’s a satellite picture of Wewak airport (on the north coast) where you can see the bomb craters from over 60 years ago. (I couldn’t get the pic to embed in this post).
