Thursday, February 13, 2014

November 22, 1963

I wonder if I am the youngest person who remembers where she were and what she was doing when she learned about the JFK assassination?  

I was 5 years old, playing in the front yard.  Suddenly my mother was standing over me.  She quickly swept me up in her arms and dashed into the house, saying something panicked and breathless about the President.  I can still hear the urgency in her voice. 

I'd never seen a grown-up so shaken.

I don't remember much after that except that the TV was on for days.  And the tone of broadcasts was different - somber and muffled.  No cartoons, no Gunsmoke, no laughter. I remember the drumbeats and the marching soldiers.   

This is one of my earliest memories and I regret that I never discussed it with my Mom before she was gone.  

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