48 years ago, we lost a great president
to a mad man. I know that most of the
people who read this are either too young
or not even born yet, but this afternoon
as I was making pumpkin bread, it struck
me what this day represented and what I
was doing at the time.
On November 2, 1963 I was in a fairly gruesome
car accident and spent 20 days in the hospital. I
was 21 and so excited to be going back home.
My dad picked me up, and on the way, we were
listening to the radio when it came over the air
that President John F. Kennedy had been
assassinated. It was such a shock, and when
we got home, my aunt & uncle from Pensacola
were visiting & they along with my mom had
already seen this on the t.v. We spent the rest
of the day just sitting and mourning the loss
for his family and our nation.
Does anyone besides me remember what you were doing that day?
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