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View Diary: Where Were You on 11/22/63? (77 comments)

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  •  The nun who was the principal came into ... (13+ / 0-)

    ... my fifth grade and class and told us the President had been shot. The nun who taught us led all of us in a prayer that he would survive. On the walk down the hill after school was out, the eighth grade boy who lived across the street from us let us all listen to his transistor radio with the announcement that the President had died. For the next four days, my parents were glued to the old black and white. One day over the weekend, I was getting antsy and decided to go out to play. When I walked back inside, I knew something had changed. Daddy said, "The man who shot the President has just been shot." I did the 1963 fifth-grade equivalent of whatever "WTF" was in that day. I never went back outside for fear I'd miss something again.

    Not knowing anything about the continuity of government at that age, I remember thinking LBJ should have waited until at least after the funeral to become President. In my child's mind, it was too soon and seemed disrespectful to Mrs. Kennedy and her children to not even wait until they buried him. But Daddy said, "They have to do that."

    "It does not require many words to speak the truth." -- Chief Joseph, native American leader (1840-1904)

    by highfive on Fri Nov 22, 2013 at 12:48:14 PM PST

    •  I was also in a Catholic school - in 6th grade (4+ / 0-)

      Our lay teacher cried when she told us the news and when the principal came in later and said that the President had died, we all sobbed.  Being a Catholic, it seemed that we had a special connection to him and his family.

      We, too, were glued to the old black and white that whole unforgettable weekend.  

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