On August 15, 1945 the Japanese announced their surrender. This announcement signaled the end of the war. However; the official signing of a surrender did not take place until September 2 aboard the battleship USS Missouri that was docked in Tokyo Bay.Continue reading “Remembering V-J Day with Reverence”
Today is the second Friday of Lent. The Lenten Season is a time for reflection, to take stock in ourselves and be honest about a few short-comings.
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.