December 7, 1941 – A Day that will Live in Infamy

Pearl Harbor: three stricken U.S. battleships. Left to right: U.S.S. West Virginia, severely damaged; U.S.S. Tennessee, damaged; and U.S.S. Arizona, sunk, December 7, 1941

I was exactly five and one-half years old on this day 76 years ago and became fully aware of the world as my parents listened to the radio telling of Pearl Harbor.  We had a globe and explained it to me as neighbor men stood in the street looking for “Jap bombers!”

My band director father had the finest radio in town so he could listen to the opera and big band remotes, as he was frequently called by Local 10 Chicago, Jimmy Patrillo, President, to be a side man for Jimmy Dorsey and the Casa Loma Band.  The radio had a short wave tuner, which became our window on the world.  I learned how to run it and could tune it better than my father with my little fingers.

I would listen to London, England afternoons, where it was night there, hearing Vera Lynn sing her signature “We’ll Meet Again,” the heartbreaker song of all time.  At 16 she was not old enough to be in the canteens, so they dressed and made her up to look over 21.  It could not be more moving with the crackling and popping through the air, often coming in by two unequal paths, making a “wow-wow” sound.

My dancer mother’s European friends looked forward to visiting as we had that radio.  She was an RKO contract dancer for theaters and movies. The studios had a strict standard for dancer size, which she fit, but they had to look far and wide to get girls who could both fit their standards and dance well.  They were exotic women, and my budding linguist mother spent hours with them learning their languages.

There is no way to explain to people of today the mindset of this nation then.  My father went to enlist the next day.  The President of the Draft Board, Dr. Carl Bruner, leading physician in town, was also President of the School Board.  When my dad appeared he took him aside and said, “Arden, I am not going to lose my band director to this Goddamn war!”  From that day the sun rose and set on Dr. Bruner in my mother’s mind.  She did a flattering portrait of him he put in his office, and she soon had a thriving business painting all the town notables and their wives.

My parents were involved in USO shows, and when summer came, my mother always had to go somewhere for RKO, so I was shipped off to grandparents.  When I was eight she took me to the Louisville, KY station to go on a troop train to Chicago.  We walked the length of the train with all the boys whistling at my pretty mother until she found the officer’s car.  They came tumbling out and she soon had me booked in with them.  I sat on many laps and was well cared for, including lots of chocolate Hershey bars.

About 4:00 PM we pulled into Logansport, Indiana for a coal and water stop for about 30 minutes.  The town women had set up card tables with home baked goods and huge pots of coffee, great jugs of lemonade; all from their own rations!  The men streamed out of the train and filled the one gallon contribution jar with coins and bills as they cleaned up the food.  I got a doughnut and more chocolate.

A couple hours later we were in Union Station, Chicago and my new friends looked for my grandparents, but I was not feeling well.  As soon as I saw my grandmother, I threw up about a quart of second-hand chocolate, and my grandfather, a WWI veteran with the rank of Captain, engaged the young men in conversation while my grandmother dealt with me.  Nonetheless, it was a great summer for me three years after the day of infamy, December 7, 1941.

Adrian Vance

Adrian Vance is a writer and producer of educational films, filmstrips and audio programs with over 325 productions from script to screen. See a partial list of my credits at . And, have written for ten national magazines, been on the masthead of two as an Editor, done a dozen books and am an FCC licensed broadcaster with ten years of on-air experience in radio and television. See my blog, “The Two Minute Conservative” at where you will find over 3200 daily pieces, enough material to produce 25 novel length books.

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