On December 7, 1941, my mother, father, and I went to visit my aunt and uncle and my three male cousins. They were gathered around the marvelous old console radio--it was the days when radios were a piece of furniture, and it was (and is) richly decorated with fine wood. We listened to the news of the report of the bombing of Pearl Harbor in silence. I was very young, but I knew that my aunt and uncle were numbed by the realization of what it meant for their three sons, 18, 19, and 21.
It was a day the entire world still remembers, though the direct memory has faded as generations died away. Those of us who remember it vividly would often say "You have no idea how Pearl Harbor impacted and changed this country. How one event could so change the world."