Dearest Reader,

In another passage of her December 13, 1941 letter, my grandmother reveals how personally the attack on Pearl Harbor was being felt, even far from Hawaii. The war was no longer an abstract headline, it had names, faces and families attached to it. She wrote:

“Vincent McDowell was at Schofield Barracks in Honolulu. Mrs McDowell is ill in bed and under Dr Martin care. Sr Ignatia is taking food over to her and trying to keep her courage up. I don’t believe he was killed, because those barracks are quite some distance from Pearl Harbor and Hickman Field where most of the damage was done.”

Her words show both fear and an instinctive effort to reason through it. With information still fragmented and rumors widespread, she turns to geography and logic as a form of reassurance, distinguishing between Schofield Barracks and the primary targets at Pearl Harbor and Hickam Field.  

This paragraph captures a powerful truth of  those first days after December 7, before official reports, before casually lists, families lived in an emotional in-between. Concern traveled by word of mouth and sustained by small acts of kindnesses