In third grade mom kept me home from school, said I was ill, and I didn't mind a bit. We had lived in Ft Worth,Tx just over a year, directly across from Carswell AFB. Maybe she was afraid of the truant officer or somethin, put some blankets and such in back of the car and off we went, to a parade!
It was a very pleasant fall morning, no cold breezes, clear skies, as we stood on the side of the road with scores of other people, then goes "here they come!!" and a very large motorcade came slowly rolling by. I remember people sitting on back of Cadillacs or Limos, whatever they were, lots of big cowboy hats and people waving, at least two very familiar faces, and my mom saying "I missed it". She had been trying to take a picture, something she was never good at, and the procession had passed while she was trying to line up the viewfinder.
Not sure what else we did, I guess that was about it, but when we got home less than an hour later, when pulling into the driveway the next door neighbor came frantically running over to the car in tears, and very emotionally declared, "the president's been shot!"
We didn't even have a TV then, so Mom and I went to the neighbors to watch, he died within the hour
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