I was in kindergarten when the nuns rushed in at nap time and rolled in a tv so we could all watch the news of the assassination. I remember Walter Cronkite getting emotional and later Ruby shooting Oswald.
We had a black-and-white Packard Bell that blew tubes bi-monthly. It had a clunky remote control connected by a clunky cable to the tuner. We have come a long way electronically. Politically, we have come a long way too, down hill.
Funny how the memories of youth work. The other day talked to a guy who was 8 and remembered missing “Gilligan’s Island” because of the assasination coverage ... told him I don’t think that was on yet (1964). Then, your post about “I Dream of Jeannie”, which began 2 years later in 1965.
- zig