Friday, November 22, 2013


I was in second grade at Christ the King in Omaha,Ne. Sometime around 1 pm, Miss Wegner went outside the classroom and re-entered in tears. She told us the President had been shot and we could go home. I don't remember what I felt. I do remember two pictures in the classroom, Pope Paul VI and John Fitzgerald Kennedy.

I don't remember the walk home (yeah we walked home in those days). I do remember my mother crying when I got home. What the heck? My mom never cried. What happened?

I don't remember much after that. I do remember the funeral and watching it on the black and white TV. Once again, Mom was crying. Everything changed for me after that. It changed for everyone.

And that's all I have to say about that.

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