Today is National Illinois Day and Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day. While Illinois and Pearl Harbor are thousands of miles apart, like all of American in 1941, the two are forever linked.Continue reading “Illinois and an American Day of Infamy”
Every year on this Day, December 7th, I’ve share posts and recipes revolving around the obvious – the attack on Pearl Harbor that propelled America into World War II. Next year will mark the 80th Anniversary. Wow!Continue reading “The Illinois Pearl Harbor Connection”
I grew up in the sleepy little hamlet of Florin California, in the shadow of the Golden State’s capital city. Before World War II, Florin was rich in agriculture. Grape vineyards and fields of sweet strawberries stretched out as far as the eye could see. The early settlers that migrated to the area were of European and Asian descent.
I know, I’ve hinted in the past that I’m a cranky old lady, but I’m not old enough to have any first-hand memories of the attack on Pear Harbor 77 years ago. My parents were just children in 1941, living worlds apart. Yet Pear Harbor had an impact on my life. Growing up in Central California, the scars of Pearl Harbor remained just below the surface. We lived just outside the farming community of Florin. Before the war, Florin was once the Strawberry capital of California thanks to the Japanese who worked the rich lands. The internment of the Japanese community forever changed the landscape of this sleepy little town. While the resentment and hostility were not in the forefront when I was a child, many people remembered the attack on Pearl Harbor, and the term “Jap” was still a part of everyday language.