I was 12 and in the 8th grade in a parochial school, St Clement's. Suddenly the intercom system came on and we could hear the mother superior flipping through radio stations. We all started to giggle thinking she flipped the switch by accident. Then the news anchor announced the President had been shot. We were told to gather our things and head for the church. While we were in the church praying it was announced that President Kennedy was dead. I remember not walking home with friends as usual but going to the nearest bus stop to ride home and that everyone on the bus was crying. Several days in front of the TV with my parents, seeing Oswald shot and the funeral with the riderless horse and young JohnJohn saluting will always be very clear memories for me.
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