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Where were you when you heard of the shooting of JFK? I was…

in English class. In the middle of class, our teacher was called out into the hall. Several minutes later she returned looking very pale. She braced herself against the wall holding her chest and said “He’s been shot! The President’s been shot.” We were released for lunch. The radio broadcast was piped into the lunchroom. That is where I heard that the President had died. It was very traumatic for all of us. President Kennedy and Vice President Johnson had visited our high school on the 13th of December the previous year. I even touched Kennedy’s sleeve as he walked along the fence shaking hands. And then came the Jack Ruby episode…


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