I remember that day vividly. Unaware of Kennedy’s visit, my mom was trying to pass through Dealy Plaza and was stuck in traffic behind the motorcade a mere three blocks away. Meanwhile, I was in school (4th grade) when a girl stuck her head through the classroom door and announced the President had been shot. It was surreal and I scarcely believed it. However, I was later more distraught that regular TV programming was interrupted for three days. It seems hard now to imagine that some people such as my grandparents felt a collective shame that the President had been killed in “their” city. I heard not long afterward that LBJ had said that in 50 years he would be blamed. I hoped over the decades that the truth would gradually emerge, but too much time has passed, along with those that knew what happened.
That’s quite a story that your mother was near there. And such a tragedy to happen in Texas. Texas really is a great state, size wise as well as upholding freedom.