Jim-- I would love it if you would expand on this a bit. Please tell where you were living, why you were at the grandparents, the names of your parents, etc. Just some details to further the story. I would very much like to use it on my page. I am working on it this morning, trying to find appropriate patriotic backgrounds and pictures, bars, etc. Finding a balance between pretty backgrounds and being able to read the text is a problem. Glenn sent me a really wonderful story, which he has given me permission to paste here. I am just so delighted to have it! It will be a great addition to the page. Jim, I also don't remember anything much about the war, other than Mother using red and blue tokens at the grocery store. I have letters that Mother and Daddy wrote to each other when Daddy left to take a job at Dow Chemical, so I do know that Mother was SO worried about him being drafted. As many of you know, I facilitate a memoir writing class and have taught memoir writing at "Senior University" here in Georgetown; it is a non-profit organization for education of senior adults, non-credit. The point is not to worry about wording, punctuation, etc., just get it down on paper! I will edit a bit if necessary, for example, correct typos, divide into paragraphs for easier viewing, etc. If you don't like my editing, I welcome your corrections or comments. Here is Glenn's story: ----- Karen,     On December 7, 1941 I was 9 years old. My Dad was a member of the CCC Camp building the Percy Quinn State Park, located between McComb & Liberty, MS. That day, I was playing on a old tire swing in the front yard of the house & Dad was listening to an old Philco radio, which was powered by a car battery. I do remember that when the announcement was made we all gathered around trying to hear & grasp every word before the battery would run out of power & go dead.  I also remember asking my Dad if he would be "Going to War". He said he was 46 years old but "if they need me I will go". He was not called up, but I remember his leaving to work "in the War effort" on the riverfront in New Orleans. During that time housing was extremely scarce but we were fortunate enough to get a house in a Wartime Housing Project where we lived throughout the war years.     My fondest memories during those war years was my Mother telling me to put on my roller skates & go to several neighborhood grocery because they had received a shipment of sugar, flour, butter or some other rationed items & she had some ration coupons that could be redeemed for the items. Every once in a while there would be Nylon Stockings that Mother would want me try to get. I remember getting some funny stares from the women who were there also.     Those war years was a time of pride & prayers for our country, a time of fear for the lives of loved ones serving, of joy when they came home, but the stress when they left, for it could have been the last time you ever saw them. But through it all it was a time of family closeness & pulling together as a nation. If only we had that same commitment today.   Your Cuz in Texas       Glenn Morris Bedford, TX On Jun 26, 2004, at 8:00 AM, BARRETT-REUBEN-SC-D-request@rootsweb.com wrote: > For some reason, I don't remember anything about the bombing of Pearl > Harbor. Maybe being only one and a half has something to do with it. > > I do remember my dad talking about how they found out. We were at my > mother's parents near Tolar in Hood Co., TX. After lunch on Sunday my > dad went out to the car to find out football scores. I assume these > were the college scores from the night before. Of course the only > thing > he heard was information about the bombing. > > We plan to visit Jan's mother next weekend. If we do Jan will ask her > what she remembers. Jim Barrett