I also was a toddler when JFK was shot. I remember my Dad coming home in the middle of the day when he wasn't expected and holding Mom who was crying. I remember the tv news shots and though I had no clue what a President was I remember feeling so awful that this man was killed while sitting right by his wife. Somewhere my mind projected a parallel of my Dad being killed next to my Mom. I was afraid, of course, because when you're little and the grown-ups are distraught, it's scary. When Bobby Kennedy follwed, and then , it became a sort of nightmarish deja vu, and they melded a bit into one horrible narrative of the country. I don't, however, recall the assassinations of B. Kennedy or MLK w/ the same sort of brute clarity with which I still recall that of JFK. On Sun, Oct 12, 2008 at 12:57 PM, Eric Yost <mr.eric.yost@xxxxxxxxx> wrote: > Julie, re her daughters: Could they tell me today which class they were in > at school or what teacher > told them what had happened? > > I wasn't even in kindergarten when JFK was shot. I remember my mother > crying and how sunny it was outside, and wondering why she was crying on > such a sunny day. The branches of the leafless trees made sharp shadows > against the bookshelf. I remember the ironing board left out all day, and > sometime in the day being told the President had been shot. > > ------------------------------------------------------------------ > To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, > digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html > -- Julie Krueger Visit www.VoteForChange.com. Register to vote and help spread the word.