Also in '63, 5th grade, sent to the principals office because it's not easy being the class clown. Sitting in the office, admin women have the radio, JFK assassination announced. Tears and chaos erupt, they tell me to go back to class. Teacher demands to know why I'm back. Tell her JFKs dead. She slaps me and screams at me that's not funny.
Oh man, that is terrible. But very believable.
Yes, my teachers went ape, all I remember is one female teacher approaching another, with a transistor radio in her hand, and she crying and emotional and they grabbed each other.
Then of course we all went home and watched everything on TV for three days. So crazy. Vivid memories.
They hated us in Nevada because we were from Texas where he was killed, we moved back home quickly after that.
Why were we in Nevada? My dad was a blackjack dealer...
Grew up in a small rural town in CA. After a lifetime of bouncing around I now live in a small rural town in TX.
Nice! California is beautiful. (I bounced around too and ended back up near Houston.)
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