What I remember about JFK's assassination:
by TERESA HOLDER
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I was in my classroom in the 5th grade at Paul Keyes Elementary in Irving, Texas when JFK was shot. We were either watching the parade on TV or listening on the radio I honestly can't remember, but when we realized he'd been shot lots of the kids in the classroom began to cry.

I did not. When it was announced that he was deceased many more children began to cry and even the teachers, but still I did not cry. They may have even let us out of school early but at the age of 11 I didn't understand why people were crying and so upset.

I remember the walk home more than the actual event because all the way home I imagined how Mother might take the news. She was not one to watch TV during the day so I didn't think that she would know about it but from the reaction I saw at school I expected that she too would be very upset.

The worst thing in the world for me was to see my mother cry and upset about anything and unfortunately I saw that alot. So as I walked, I rehearsed how I would tell her that her President had been shot. I was more worried about her reaction at age 11 than the President's death.

Dad was traveling that day and I remember arriving at the house about the same time he did. He already knew about it and told me not to say anything to Mother right away but when I entered the house Mother was mopping the kitchen floor, looking a bit haggard and worried and I knew she'd been crying.

Her reaction was what was upsetting to me, not the President's death. Presidents die, they are replaced with Vice Presidents. Life in the rest of the world goes on, but my life was my mother. Isn't it funny what we remember from our childhood, what is important to us and what it insignificant? This 11 year old was more concerned about my mother's reaction than anything else. It had no affect on me personally, it was all about her. She was the most important person to me on this day 50 years ago.
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