I have very vivid memories of this date 13 years ago. I will never forget what happened that morning. What I did the rest of the day. How I felt. The feelings over the next several days. It is one of those days that I will be able to replay in my mind for the rest of my life.
There is another date I will never forget. But it will be because I have no living memory of it. My parents have no living memory of it. December 7, 1941, “a date which will live in infamy.” The numbers of those with a living memory of that date are dwindling. That date changed the world, changes that affected my family personally.
The flags are flying in my neighborhood in memory of today’s date. How many will be flying in three months? Does that date still live in infamy?
My daughter has no living memory of the attacks that happened on this date. The World Wars will be nothing more than stories in her history books and memorials we visit on vacation. How do I ensure these memories live on in the next generation? How do I help her understand the significance of what happened? Without a living memory, are we doomed to live it again?
I am an educator and PhD. I quilt, belly dance, run, read, and try to grow things. I am a Mormon. I am infertile. I am a daughter, sister, aunt, grand-daughter, friend, wife, and mom.
Brett L. Dennis
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Likely. It does surprise me how quickly the country changes from (not even) one generation to the next. :brett:
Like the Nephites, humble, proud, humble, proud ………
Good thoughts today, my grandmother remembers Pearl Harbor and she has lived now through 9/11 as well… she knows the pains of war too well.
I have often compared 9/11 to 12/7/1941 and I have thought my parents must have felt then the same way that I felt on 9/11 . I was four years old when that happened and I have heard about Pearl Harbor Day all of my life. But it didn’t have the same impact on me that 9/11 had and still has.
I remember vividly the horror I felt on 9/11. The next day was my shift in the temple. The minute I walked through the temple doors, I felt peace. That is a testimony to me of the peace you can find in the temple.
We fly our flag every December 7th. I will make sure my children (if I have them) will do it as well. My nephew already knows a lot of details about WWII, and he knows that his Great Granddad Cochran was at Pearl Harbor. He even knows about the ships and the people who died. He’ll fly the flag when he grows up. SOMEONE will remember these things.