We also got the day off Monday from school, but we still had to attend mandatory Sunday Mass. I missed seeing Oswald being shot, live. When I got home, my mother was in a mixture of mourning for Kennedy and elation because Oswald "got what he deserved"...
One other memory I have is what happened the day after the assassination. There was a comedian/impressionist by the name of Vaughn Meader who did a spot-on impersonation of Kennedy's voice and he was very populsr at the time, appearing on TV and radio and releasing a wildly popular comedy album spoofing the First Family. I used to be a fairly good mimic and would do my version of the Meader routines for my friends and classmates. The day after the assassination, I was sitting on the top step of the stairs leading up to my house, still very much in a daze of shock. A girl who lived down the street, and who attended the same school and class I attended, was walking down the sidewalk when she saw me sitting there, stopped, became extremely angry and shouted at me "Damn you and your impersonations!!" She then storrmed off down the street. I would never have expected such an outburst from a nice girl like her and certainly not even the mild profanity. I never did my impression again and, even at my young age, I fully understood and appreciated where her anger and rage was coming from; if I had known a few more curse words, I would have also damned myself...
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