On Friday, November 22, 1963 at about 1:30 o’clock pm (in Ohio where I was) I was in the 8th grade in Sister Stella’s class at St. Christopher’s School when we heard the phone ring. In addition to being our classroom teacher, Sister Stella was also the Principal. Since there was usually no one in the Principal's Office, Dick Meyers, who sat by the door, was assigned to go answer the phone when it rang (which wasn’t often).
We were in Art Class at the time and we were creating mosaics by cutting up colored construction paper into “confetti” and then pasting them onto a background to form an image. I was attempting to create a Thanksgiving turkey (ready to be served, not strutting around the barnyard).
Dick returned from the office a few minutes later and said, “I don’t know, it was some crazy lady. I couldn’t understand what she was saying.”
Moments later the phone rang again. Dick trudged off to the office again. When he returned he looked a little pale and while he briefly glanced at us sitting in the room, he directed his comments to Sister Stella saying, “This lady says the President has been shot. I think you better talk to her.”
|My November 22, 1963 classmates|
I was a member of the “Safety Patrol” who worked as crossing guards. When school let out at about 2:30pm I remember so many of the girls crying as they walked home.
Kennedy was sort of “our President” since he was the first (and so far only) Catholic President and of course he was also Irish, like lots of the students, so his death hit many of the children very hard.
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