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Friday, November 22, 2013

Where were you?

I'll never forget where I was on November 22, 1963. I was in fifth grade and our teacher told us about President Kennedy being assassinated. I was only ten years old but I have never forgotten this tragedy and the awful days that followed. Justin was only three so he does not understand what November 22nd means to me.
I remember watching this, the funeral, and Jack Ruby shooting Lee Harvey Oswald. That is why I wanted to read Stephen King's novel "11/22/63".

Where were you and what are your memories of this awful day?


Sandy McClay said...

I was in 4th grade and 9 years old....I remember we all went home, back then they just let everybody go as all the mom's were at home....sad sad time.....

Cindy/KS said...

Just reading this - I was 4 1/2 and my only memory of it is the funeral procession through Arlington Cemetery and the horse drawn carriage his body was on.