tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832939593215466611.post4554894979256097249..comments2023-08-22T09:12:50.590-07:00Comments on Italian Babushka: 1963Sandihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12928778874657387483noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832939593215466611.post-18853416653163543832009-11-02T16:41:12.302-08:002009-11-02T16:41:12.302-08:00Even though I was only 5 yrs old, and barely under...Even though I was only 5 yrs old, and barely understood, I remember it well. The sadness of my mother was profound. Although, I wasn't sure what it meant. I clearly remember going out to the tire swing and rhythmically, swinging and chanting, " the president was killed, shame, shame, shame..."susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00824316580207358720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7832939593215466611.post-35307382016967755422009-11-02T12:45:18.861-08:002009-11-02T12:45:18.861-08:00All of us who were living at that time went throug...All of us who were living at that time went through essentially the same experience. My first class after lunch was history. We walked into the room without knowing anything and our teacher, a fiesty, no nonsense, great teacher, was sitting at her desk in tears. Nothing will quiet down a room full of teenagers faster than seeing a teacher fall apart. After the bell rang, she said, "Just sit quietly in your seats. The president has been shot." Life was never the same after that time and we'll never forget it. Even 9/11 didn't have the impact for me of the last week in November of 1963.Mellodeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07515414035373189099noreply@blogger.com