Posted on 11/22/2021 11:35:08 AM PST by gdzla
I was in third grade. Happy to be a Friday and looking forward to drawing and coloring instead of catechism class after lunch.
I too was in third grade, with a old school marm named Mrs Smith as my teacher. Will never forget her. A throwback to the 1800’s era style of teaching and dressing and demeanor.
4th grade. They sent us home for the day.
I was in the Tuck Shop, a student’s gathering place in the lower floor of the Cathedral of Learning, part of the University of Pittsburgh. I was a sophomore.
Believe that Elizabeth Montgomery’s father Robert was very much the staunch Republican compared to her liberal Democrat leanings. I recall reading somewhere that Robert Montgomery (the 1930s and ‘40s actor) was very much a close friend of Eisenhower.
It was such a different world. My family wasn’t Catholic, but we had friends who were. None of us thought anything about those differences. But the prayer- that was universal- it was normal. No one was shocked when the pricipal asked us all to pray.
8 days away from turning 3!
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I was about half way thru basic training at Fort Polk
The soup fills the soul which allows you to kill your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of their women...
Where was I 3.1415926... years ago? Eating Pie.
3rd grade too. Janitor came in after lunch with hat in hand to tell the nun.
Whole school sent to church to pray the rosary for him. Lots of our moms were there too.
First time I ever saw my Dad cry.
5th.
Best birthday wishes to your mom!
In My playpen in front of the TV with Mom folding clothes in the same room.
I remember watching the TV and suddenly Mom screamed and started crying. So I started to cry with Her.
Years later when I saw a replay of JFK getting shot, then it sank in why Mom screamed and cried and what I’d seen.
I was 2 years and 4 months old at the time of the murder.
We had just moved from San Antonio to Indiana.
Husband was in the Air Force and was at work, so I was at home with our 7 month old son.
I recognized Dealy Plaza immediately because after the underpass we always took the wrong turn and got lost.
This was before the interstate highways bypassed downtown Dallas.
I was 3 months pregnant and very emotional, verging on panic.
Later, he was able to call home. Said they were on alert and he would be home when he could.
Over the next few days I suffered an early miscarriage.
You to! Mine is the 30th.
I was 6, so in the first grade, I think. But for some reason, I was home (sick?) and remember seeing the assassination reporting on “live” TV, and being both very sad and confused.
Three years until I was a gleam in my father’s eye.
Decades later, my mother (both my parents had voted for JFK) admitted to me that Kennedy was a horrible president. And he was.
I was in third grade. I found out after mom came and picked us up from school.
Denton ?
ROTFL that was good!
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