Someone whispered something in my second grade teacher's ear, and she started crying, then school was dismissed.
Seems like yesterday.
Seems like yesterday.
49 years ago today
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I wasn't on the grassy mall... honest.
Oh... and it was 4th grade for me.
Oh... and it was 4th grade for me.
5th grade for me and I delivered the evening paper that day.
I was in 10th grade, and when school got out soon after it was announced I was to go to swim team tryouts. I remember I got into the water, swan about 4 laps, and just got out of the pool and went home. It just didn't feel right, and I didn't join the swim team that year.
Second grade for me as well . . . a day our generation will never forget. But, wow . . . 49 years!!! Time's fun when you're having flies . . . or something like that!
3rd grade. First- and only- time I ever saw a nun cry. And boy that scared the pants off all of us!
Sorry. I was -2.
The day the facade collapsed.
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You're still on my list of suspects.
I just remember the gray skies in New York, where even the clouds were crying.
I remember being in the classroom, the principle came in and spoke to our teacher.
She turned off the lights and asked us all to put our heads on our desks while she went out of the room with the principle.
About a half hour later, she came back, told us that the President had been shot, and we were all told to go home.
Though I didn't fully understand what was happening, I understood instantly that something serious and tragic had occurred.
Funny how some memories are captured crystal clear like a photo snap-shot.
She turned off the lights and asked us all to put our heads on our desks while she went out of the room with the principle.
About a half hour later, she came back, told us that the President had been shot, and we were all told to go home.
Though I didn't fully understand what was happening, I understood instantly that something serious and tragic had occurred.
Funny how some memories are captured crystal clear like a photo snap-shot.
2nd Grade for me also, they announced it over the speaker system and told us we would be going home.
I was in Typing class as a high school senior when it was announced over the classroom loudspeaker.
I wasn't born until 68, and I hate to put it on the same level, but I clearly remember the day Elvis died. I lived in Alabama at the time, and everything in the state seemed to grind to a halt
Freshman in college. Classes went on as usual. I did not hear about it until I got home.
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I hadn't started school yet. I was home with my mom and she was shaking and crying for an hour before she finally composed herself enough to explain to me what had happened. I think that is when I first realized that not everything eventually turns out okay.
I remember the day with clarity. I was a high-school student working as the mail boy at a local bank after school. I worked on a floor with about 14 bookkeepers, everyone stopped was silent for what seemed like an eternity; and when people began to move around, no one spoke for quite a while. I remember neighbors and friends gathering to watch the events that followed and the constant news reports; and the shock at seeing Oswald being shot by Ruby on 'live' TV. Many of us felt a need to come together, we needed one another... and understandably so.
Be at peace, Mr. President.
Be at peace, Mr. President.
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