Linda Dias (Caulkins)
I was in Mr. Kroudvird's class and still remember the look on his face. We went to our lockers and I remember the silence, no slamming lockers and yelling.
Walking down the hill to downtown was strange, just hushed whispers among us. Some of the people at the bottom of the hill to downtown looked up and I am sure they hadn't as yet heard the news but were looking at us since we were not "roaring" down the hill as usual.
The next couple of days were a blur, the 1st murder on television the rumors. Seeing all the heads of the world March behind his coffin. Little John-John and his salute. Everything is as it was yesterday and the world was never the same after that day. It was the day that everything seemed to go nuts going forward.
I remember my daughter calling me when Princess Di's funeral was held and she asked me this must have been like when you were young and President Kennedy died. I told her not even close you had to be there, since it can't be discribed.
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