Discussion»Statements»Rosie's Corner» Tomorrow is December 7, 2018. Were you alive on December 7, 1941? I was. I remember hearing FDR tell us via radio. I was 4. You?.
My mother wasn't even a twinkle in my grandpop's eye - she was born in August 1945. On hearing this news, Japan immediately surrendered. She was scary with a wooden spoon.
I REMEMBER it vividly Sbf. Weird. I remember "helping" my mom sort the laundry. We had the radio on. I remember a voice breaking in to whatever program we had on to say the president was going to address the country. FDR began to speak and my mom looked shocked and sad. I don't really remember what FDR said so much as I remember my mom's reaction to it. Something very very very bad had happened. Funny what you remember. Thank you for your reply and Happy Friday! :)
It's funny what we remember L. My son tells me he doesn't remember much of his life before he was six. I have vivid memories of things at a much younger age. I remember at age 3 making snow angels in Highland Park, Michigan. I remember the move to Los Angeles when I was 3. We saw a deer and I asked my mom if it were Bambi and she said "yes". I remember the smell of wood chips when we'd go to my gransfather's shop when we lived in Michigan. He worked with wood and was an artist and made chairs and tables for local hotels. His shop was called Paris Woodworks and it was on Woodward Avenue in Highland Park and I LOVED going there. I remember getting paint on a snowsuit (I don't remember how) and my mom changed it to another snowsuit and told me to stay out of the paint but guess what? I got paint on that one too. Maybe I was 2? Long-term memory is very sharp and vivid for me but my short-term memory leaves a lot to be desired!Thank you for your reply! :)
My earliest memories are when I was about 5. I remember being in a school play. I don't remember my role, but my classmate Robert was a toy soldier. I remember sleeping upstairs at my grandma's house when my mom and dad went somewhere. I remember moving and going to a new school for first grade. The school project was coloring Easter baskets and this boy Alan sat behind me and kept pulling my braids. Happy Friday. :)