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| November 22 1963,, The Day Camalot Ended
Posted: 2/16/2007 6:38:57 PM | | i lived in san carlos calif...i was attending central elementary school..it was a gray cloudy day raining..i heard at school ..people were cryiny.. went home it was on the tv..it was one of those days that stand out for the rest of your life | |
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| November 22 1963,, The Day Camalot Ended
Posted: 2/17/2007 2:47:27 PM | I was seven years old, and we were living in South America. The next day was my brother's birthday and we were having a party. My mother was downtown shopping for party favors. My brother and I were playing.
The door knock was the characteristic one of our favorite neighbor. It sounded the same as always, happy and carefree. But when I answered the door she was red faced and upset. "They have shot President Kennedy!" she blurted to me. I called my aunt who was taking care of us.
We had no TV before four PM in that South American country in 1962, so my aunt turned on the radio. I don't remember much else specifically about that day except that when she came home my mother cancelled my brother's birthday party "out of respect."
None of us were even US citizens at the time, but everyone among my parents' friends were shocked and sad, even those who didn't really like Kennedy or Americans. He had had style.
For me it was just one more example of a painful, unsafe world. It was not the first major political figure I knew of who had been shot in my short lifetime, but JFK was the president of the most powerful country, and he and his wife and his chidren (who were so close to me in age) were so beautiful. It meant seeing that bad things could happen even to people whose lives seemed to be enchanted.
Yes, I was only seven, but I remember. | |
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| November 22 1963,, The Day Camelot Ended
Posted: 2/17/2007 2:49:08 PM | I was seven years old, and we were living in South America. The next day was my brother's birthday and we were having a party. My mother was downtown shopping for party favors. My brother and I were playing.
The door knock was the characteristic one of our favorite neighbor. It sounded the same as always, happy and carefree. But when I answered the door she was red faced and upset. "They have shot President Kennedy!" she blurted to me. I called my aunt who was taking care of us.
We had no TV before four PM in that South American country in 1962, so my aunt turned on the radio. I don't remember much else specifically about that day except that when she came home my mother cancelled my brother's birthday party "out of respect."
None of us were even US citizens at the time, but everyone among my parents' friends were shocked and sad, even those who didn't really like Kennedy or Americans. He had had style.
For me it was just one more example of a painful, unsafe world. It was not the first major political figure I knew of who had been shot in my short lifetime, but JFK was the president of the most powerful country, and he and his wife and his chidren (who were so close to me in age) were so beautiful. It meant seeing that bad things could happen even to people whose lives seemed to be enchanted.
Yes, I was only seven, but I remember. | |
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| November 22 1963,, The Day Camelot Ended
Posted: 2/17/2007 5:26:59 PM | That day is burned into my computer chip positioned in my brain and this was before computer chips were invented.I remember a knock on the bathroom door with the words....Allen,you need to get out here quick.Of course by the time that I finished my shower and stood in front of the black and white t-v Walter Cronkite was ashen faced.I was virtually glued to the t-v for the next week as the historic events took place after the President was assinated.Lee Harvey Oswald,Jack Ruby,Governor John Connolly from Texas,Jackie Kennedy,her kids,and all the sadness that the nation endured in the weeks ahead.........actually burned in my brain..just like is was yesterday.
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