The question is: Where was I when President Kennedy was shot? Well, since I am only 23 years old, and some months, I hadn't been born yet. However, Grandmother D was a senior in high school. She remembers it vividly and had this to report:
I was on morning break at high school in Southern California when the news came. We, teachers and students, were outdoors in the quadrangle, watching the seagulls and chowing down on junk food. Mine was Fritos dipped in chocolate ice cream. I know, Californians eat funny. Even now, I can close my eyes and picture my classmates' and my teachers' reactions when the principal made the announcement over the PA system. Many were tearful. All were stunned. Not much academic was accomplished the remainder of the day. After school I went home, and my family and I stayed in front of our our black-and-white TV, watching for the duration, through Ruby shooting Oswald in the jail, through President Kennedy's funeral procession, through John-John's salute. To my mind, that day probably marked what was to be the real and true end of the carefree 50s. - Grandmother D |
