Kinda gives you a chill to see. I found this image last year and posted it. Here it is again.
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Wow. It does.
It certainly does.
I also remember, years ago (this would have been the late 70s), when I was in fifth grade, on December 7th, my math teacher talking about Pearl Harbor. She was an older woman and had been, I guess, a young teenager at the time of the bombing. She said she and her family always listened to the New York Philharmonic concerts that were played…I want to say it was on a Sunday, was Pearl Harbor on a Sunday? And she remembered them breaking into the concert to make the announcement.
My father, who was a very young boy (like 5) at the time of Pearl Harbor says he just barely remembers the grown-ups being clustered around the big radio and everyone seeming very hushed and concerned.
ricki – yes, it was on a sunday.
Amazing to hear the memories of that day. The only reason I remember it is on a Sunday is (and I think I’ve mentioned this before) the only afternoon Sunday paper in America is The Westerly Sun – a tiny little local paper in Rhode Island – all other papers in the nation came out that morning – so the only newspaper to report Pearl Harbor on the actual day was this rinky dink little local newspaper that came out at 3 pm EST. Little Rhode Island history for ya.
My Pearl Harbor memory is from when I visited the Oklahoma Historical Society as a kid – they had a room filled with items from the USS Oklahoma. I can sort of recall the general layout of that room, but can’t really visualize many specific items. I do remember it was a little unsettling to think of all the people who died that day…
wow. gotta love those field trips as a kid- it’s funny how your brain retains that information, isn’t it?? I have similar memories of field trips to historical spots in Newport and Providence and the Great Swamp in RI – before I was even a history buff I was soaking some of that stuff up by osmosis.
This is OT, but I had something unusual happen tonight that is related to a childhood memory. I have always had a vivid memory of seeing the Mona Lisa. Because I assumed the Mona Lisa was always at the Louvre during my lifetime, I thought it was a strange dream. My son was doing a school theme paper, “Why Do People Think The Mona Lisa is Mysterious?” I got on the internet to find some extra information for him when I came upon this nugget: “From December 14, 1962 to March of 1963, the French government lent it to the United States to be displayed in New York City and Washington D.C.” Well, I lived in D.C. during that time, and I thought, “Wow, that’s strange.” So, I called my Mom and asked her if we went to see the Mona Lisa when I was young, and, of course, she said, “Yes, everybody went to see it.” I described the details of the room as I remembered them from my “dream,” and my Mom told me that was exactly how the real exhibit was set up. It’s wild–I saw the Mona Lisa, and thought it was a dream.
Holy crap. That just gave me goosebumps.
Good. It got me, too.
You know, it’s weird, and not to get all hoo-hah-new-age-ey – but the name of your son’s essay is “Why is she so mysterious” .., Okay. Obviously people have written entire books on this subject – why is she smiling, who is she, why is she mysteirous – people have spent their lives studying this – but then, even when you come down on an individual level – on your level – it;s been a mysterious experience for you personally. Did you see her? Did that happen? Or was it just a dream? It’s like a fractal – if you see what I’m saying.
Sorry. I went to bed. I know what you mean. That’s one of the things I thought was really strange/interesting about the whole thing. I am one of those people who remembers every detail about things that happened to me when I was 2 years old. My wife is always surprised how many details I remember about my childhood, and how early my memories begin. Given that, it’s bizarre that I saw the Mona Lisa, but somehow my memory of the event was ambiguous enough that I doubted the reality of the event. Now, my parents took me to all kinds of museums, historical locations, and art galleries when I was young, so it’s not that strange that I could get confused about one trip, BUT it is unlike me to not remember something like seeing the Mona Lisa. She is always described as “enigmatic,” and I think that word fits my nebulous recollection of seeing her in person. Anyway, I thought is was a cool thing. When I read that entry about France lending the painting to the U.S., and it being exhibited in D.C. during the time I lived there…I had one of THOSE moments of realization. I just knew I really had seen the painting, and that my own memory was playing games with me all these years. It’s not important, but it gave me a buzz. LOL.
I totally can see why you got a buzz off it – it’s quite remarkable.
I love that picture. Very powerful. My Grandma lost her brother on the Oklahoma that day.
Hey, Rude! Always good to see you. How’s the skiing these days? :)