I was 12 years old when my father, looking very grave, told us-my mother, sister and me-that the Japanese had attacked Pearl Harbor on Oahu, one of the Hawaiian Islands. It was a picture perfect day in Summit, N.J., a charming commuter town 30 miles west of New York City. There was about a foot of snow that day, and we were in the backyard sleigh riding, taking turns on my Flexible Flyer, when my father came out to give us the news. The attack just before 8 a.m. that morning of December 7, … [Read more...]