What were you doing when.....

[Rogerm]

On the day of President Kennedy's assassination, I was a seventh-grader living in a small south-eastern Colorado town and home for lunch. My father was pastor of a local church there. During our meal, an elderly lady from our congregation called. My mother answered the phone; and a couple of minutes later exclaimed, "Kennedy's been shot!" I immediately got up from my chair at the table and turned on the TV set. All three of the major networks were reporting about the attempt on Kennedy's life. And, shortly before I was ready to walk back to school, his death was announced. Once back at the junior high, our principal gathered all the students together and announced that what had happened was terrible; but that life had to go on. Then, he dismissed us. I spent most of that weekend glued to the TV set, watching the events that unfolded, culminating in the President's funeral the following Monday. That was probably the saddest weekend of my life.