I was in senior year of high school. It was break time, and I was smoking a
cigarette at a small mom-and-pop grocery near the school, when we heard the
news on the radio. When I got back at school so many students and teachers
were crying and hugging each other. It was unbelievable.
I had put up Kennedy signs and talked to so many people during the 1960
election, and was so happy when he won. My father took the signs out of our
yard every night and I'd get new ones up the following day. We had watched
the debates on TV and discussed every aspect of the party platforms. He
voted for Nixon, and my Mom voted for JFK; he made her walk the half-mile
home from the school where they voted. After Bobby was killed during the
1968 primaries, I lost my passion and belief in our political system. I
still vote, but don't really care who wins.
Dick

BabyJane Hudson wrote in message
>...
>Do you remember where you were when you heard about President Kennedy
>being assassinated?
>
>All I can remember is being in front of the TV during the funeral and
>the constant sounding of the drums during the procession. I was only a
>few years old then.
>
>Miss BabyJane Hudson