I don’t remember much about President John F. Kennedy. I remember that my parents voted for him and liked him. They also liked his wife and kids. That’s all I know about it.
I do remember when he was killed. I was nine years old at the time. I was on the playground at school when a school teacher, Mrs. Dorothy, came outside to tell us. I think school let out early that day, but I’m not sure.
That weekend, I don’t think the television set in our house was ever turned off. The news was all about the assassination of the president. I remember my mother peeling potatoes and watching Walter Cronkite.
I remember the blood on Mrs. Kennedy’s dress.
I remember visiting my grandparents when the person who killed Kennedy, Lee Harvey Oswald, got shot by Jack Ruby. It was right there on television. They showed that clip over and over again.
50 years. That’s a long time ago. Some of you reading this were around, most of you weren’t. In case you’re interested in a little bit of history, 48 Hours did a pretty good job in capturing that horrible weekend in November of 1963. Here’s a link to it.
(Photo from CBS)