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On this day, I was in the 4th grade. The first news flash of the shooting had gone out and we were told by our teacher. It was after lunch and classes were on hold as the school administrators decided what to do. Meanwhile, with a class full of antsy nine year olds, our teacher gave us permission to go outside if we wish. Despite it being wet, chilly and overcast, me and a couple of guys went out and shot some baskets. I clearly remember Chuck, who was a bit of a wag, remarking that it must have been a relative of John Wilkes Booth who had shot the president. We were all in disbelief-who would want to hurt JFK?
We were soon summoned back to the building and told that we were being sent home. Back in those days, such announcements went public via the radio. Mom often had the radio on so when I got in, she had made me a grilled cheese and a glass of milk and we went into the living room. It was a large space with picture windows on the North and South sides. She had all the drapes closed so we could see the B/W TV better, as it was on the South end. She was grim. So was Dad when he got home and together, we watched Walter Cronkite recap the awful news about what happened in Dallas.
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