Pearl Harbor

...was attacked 68 years ago today. I was five years old. I don't remember that day but i remember things that happened during those times. I remember almost nothing about my father - who was off again, on again with my mother until their divorce was final. I do remember though, asking him why he didn't have to go to the war. He told me it was because he was '4F' - and when i asked him what that meant he told me it was because he had flat feet!!!?

Now i know he was alcoholic. I also know he was eleven years older than my mother which means he was about 36 years old at the time.

I also remember when the war ended. I was nine years old at the time. We lived in a two apartment house in a primarily Italian-American neighborhood. My mom had banned my father from ever coming around to see us - their four kids. My new dad was not yet in the picture. He was in that war... a nephew to two of my mom's best friends in the neighborhood.

People were making noise with whatever means available... mostly tooting their car horns. Everybody was happy. It was a really good day!

Yup, I'm here....

Wasn't getting my photos uploaded. Wasn't sure if it was the new Blogger or the new Microsoft IE7 browser... I'm not too happy with the new browser... it takes up a whole extra tool bar space at top! Not gonna download it on my other computer.

Well I just upgraded to the new Blogger and now I can share my photos of the Salvation Army kettle workers on the island of Molokai. I just absolutely love the Hawaiian people! It just seemed so strange seeing the lady ringing her bell with the same kettle we see on the mainland... but she was just wearing a pretty red dress!... and the guys were in t-shirts!

In case I don't make it back here tomorrow - Merry Christmas!!!