50th Anniversary of the deaths of John F. Kennedy and C.S. Lewis.

vienna · 11-22-13, 02:39 PM

I have been thinking lately of the assassination and what it was like on that day. I was 12 years old, looking forward to my 13th birthday, about three weeks away, when I would 'officially' become a teenager. I was in school on 11/22/63. It was a Catholic school and we were all in the middle of morning classes when the Mother Superior's voice came on over the intercom. She was speaking in a very shaken voice and she told us Kennedy had been shot and we should all pray for him and his family. THe whole class was in a state of shock and some of the kids started to cry. The nun teaching our class just burst out in tears, grabbed her rosary, and started to pray in a whispered voice. We all just sat there, all in silence except for the sound of sobbing form some of the kids. A short while later, the Mother Superior came back on the intercom and, in a voice filled with grief, announced the news just in that Kennedy was dead. She told us school was over for the day and we were all to go home. As I walked home in a bit of a dazed haze, I noticed how still and empty the streets were; there were very, very few people or cars visible. I woulod never see that sort of shock and silence again until 9/11/01...

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11-22-13, 02:39 PM	#4
vienna Navy Seal Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: Anywhere but the here & now... Posts: 7,719 Downloads: 85 Uploads: 0	I have been thinking lately of the assassination and what it was like on that day. I was 12 years old, looking forward to my 13th birthday, about three weeks away, when I would 'officially' become a teenager. I was in school on 11/22/63. It was a Catholic school and we were all in the middle of morning classes when the Mother Superior's voice came on over the intercom. She was speaking in a very shaken voice and she told us Kennedy had been shot and we should all pray for him and his family. THe whole class was in a state of shock and some of the kids started to cry. The nun teaching our class just burst out in tears, grabbed her rosary, and started to pray in a whispered voice. We all just sat there, all in silence except for the sound of sobbing form some of the kids. A short while later, the Mother Superior came back on the intercom and, in a voice filled with grief, announced the news just in that Kennedy was dead. She told us school was over for the day and we were all to go home. As I walked home in a bit of a dazed haze, I noticed how still and empty the streets were; there were very, very few people or cars visible. I woulod never see that sort of shock and silence again until 9/11/01... <O> __________________ __________________________________________________ __