Never forget. 1st grade (one of my oldest memories). 2 Room schoolhouse (really!) in Colonie NY (near Schenectady). Elderly teacher comes in an sits at her desk and cries. Someone else comes in and tell us we are going home.
Bus drops us off, and I recall walking up the hill to silence. Quiet. Recall it being a warm day for November. Get home, and a group around the TV watching with horror. Didn’t get it, but knew it was really bad.
Love or hate his politics, was the beginning of one of the darkest several years in our history. MLK, Bobby K, riots, etc. As bad as things are now, 60’s weren’t a cakewalk.
I think I was in Kindergarten, also in Colonie NY.