I don’t remember the day President Kennedy came to Washington PA. I know it was in October of 1962. We were a small city and I was young but remember some of the students in my class talking about seeing him.
I do however remember the day President Kennedy died. I went to Catholic School and remember the principal ( a nun) coming in and whispering something to my teacher and leaving. Even though we were 8 or 9 years of age, it was a student responsibility to answer the school phone in the afternoon (the secretary only worked the morning). That day it was my turn. The phone rang and the lady on the other end was crying telling me that President Kennedy had been killed. I ran into my classroom and blurted out the news to my teacher in front of all the students. The next thing I remember is the entire school being sent to the church and having the priest inform us President Kennedy had been assassinated. I didn’t understand what that meant but when he said the President had died many were crying.
The next few days were spent in front of the TV watching the viewing and funeral. I remember feeling sad for Caroline and John because they lost their Daddy. I remember the sadness of all my neighbors because of the nation’s loss. It was one of the times the country came together.
There have been many documentaries, video footage and pictures to reinforce the memories. I often wonder how history would have changed had he lived.