[Mr. Grampi II]

I was 7 years old and in the 2nd grade. My teacher was Miss Schadwall, a stout, no nonsense individual. Prior to this happening, I remember her stoic demeanor, spanking people over her knee in the front of the classroom...

The Principal came to the room and knocked on the door and asked Miss Schadwall to step out into the hallway. When she came back in I could tell she had been crying.

She walked to the chalk board and wrote that the President had been shot and killed . Then she sat down and cried, she just sobbed and sobbed.....it made a quite a impression on me as a 7 year old. I rode the school bus home and found my mom in tears... At 7 years old I was not sure how to process all of this so I ran about a mile down the road to my Grandmothers house and told her, she began to cry, I was really scared at that point and I will never forget that moment....