I was in school and they a student came in the classroom with a note for the teacher.  We were told that John Kennedy was dead.  There were gasps, but the teacher continued on after that.

My Bubba, who had just turned 16 at the time, recalls, “Fifty years ago, I was on Main Street in Dallas, just 4 blocks from Dealey Plaza watching President Kennedy’s motorcade. I was right on the curb and both the President and Jackie waived at me, my mother and my auntie. In 1960, I made handmade JFK pushcards and passed them out on my paper route in Dallas. That was the beginning on my political activism. I will never forget the excitement of waving to my President and First Lady and the horror, shock and grief of learning of his death.”

I found this in his closet when we were moving in together.  I had it framed and it has held a place of honor in our home since that day.  It’s an original.

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