I was in a math classroom in High School when a kid opened the door
and announced, "The President's been shot," and then left. My math
teacher stood there for a moment, and then she said, "He'll be all
right." Then she turned back to the board and continued the lesson. It
just didn't sink in with her.
A few minutes later, we were all dismissed. I went home on a bus, and
it was announced on the radio that Kennedy was dead. The rest is
history--being glued to the television for days.
R.I.P., Jack Kennedy. You died too young. Loved ya, me fine broth of a
bye.
Sally
HIgh school? Damn, you're old.
Fourth grade. An PA announcement by the principal summoned all
classes to the gymnasium for an assembly. We were all asked to stand,
face the flag, recite the Pledge of Allegiance, sing The Star Spangled
Banner and America. After we had done that, it was announced that
President Kennedy had been assassinated.
I will never forget that weekend. Gray, cold and rainy. An empty
feeling. Watching nonstop coverage on TV. I saw the Oswald shooting
as it happened, and will never forget John John's salute.
Right. Old, but honest.
Sally
That was very interesting, Deborah. I cried over it until Jackie died.
Suddenly, the crying stopped. Thank goodness. I cried a river over
that shocking news. Saw Jackie in person at a Forest Hills tennis
event, from a distance. She knew I was looking at her and she
stiffened and didn't move. I walked away quickly, since she was
obviously on guard. Didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. Noticed she
was wearing a linen dress, and the skirt was all wrinkled, which is
what happens when you wear linen. This was in the seventies.
Sally