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Memories, memories -- how important they are to our lives! If you are as old as I am, you probably remember where you were and what you were doing on December 7, 1941. On that day the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. I was in the living room that Sunday afternoon in my home in Griffin, Georgia. I was eleven years old. One of my parents picked up the phone and heard a voice telling someone to turn on the radio. We were all on party lines in those days. So we turned on the radio and heard the news about the attack.