Reply #200: My father (the elementary supervising principal) came to my classroom door...

[demodonkey]

...He was looking very stern and called Mrs. Buchanan out into the hall. She came back in looking upset but didn't tell us anything. I went home terrified that I was in some kind of terrible trouble.

Our minister's son was on the bus yelling, "Kennedy's dead, shot in the head, hahhahaha!" He was a total jerk and I didn't believe it until I got home when my mother arrived from where she was teaching. She was weeping and told me that it wasn't that I had done something wrong, it was that President Kennedy had been shot.

That evening we went to the butcher shop as my parents had a side of beef that was being cut and wrapped. After that we spent the next four days glued to the TV.