Like everyone else who is old enough to remember 1963, I’m thinking back to 50 years ago today. I was in my first teaching job, just out of college. I was teaching 5th grade in Manzanola, Colorado. When we heard, life just stopped. Nothing happened for days other than sitting by a radio or TV and watching events unfold. I remember snatches. Walter Cronkite breaking down. John John saluting at the grave site. Jack Ruby shooting Lee Harvey Oswald. Jackie looking drawn. The horse drawn caisson taking Kennedy’s body to lie in state in The Capitol and all the people who filed through to pay their respects. The confusion. The pain.
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