A Mānoa Girl's Bloggie

December 7th

I can never write this date without thinking of Pearl Harbor Day, knowing my parents watched the bombing from their tiny house up Tantalus. It was a terrifying time for them, because the radio reports indicated that the attackers may have landed. Dad was ready with his bayonet in case that was true. They lived through the blackout days, and rationing, and I wish they’d talked more about it. But I digress.