November 22, 1963. Where were you?
I was at Reading Terminal with Millicent DeHaven, waiting for a
train back to Willow Grove. We had just finished a day at school
and were anxious to get home. We started hearing bits and pieces of
news spread around the Terminal. On the train, our conductor would
get off at each station to find out what was happening in Dallas. He
would then get back on the train and update the passengers.
It was so unheard of – so outrageous – that it was hard to
believe. Surely someone wouldn't kill the President. But when we
got off at Willow Grove and got into Millicent's car, the truth hit
us. Instead of WIBG on the radio, all we heard was somber music.
I immediately turned on the TV when I got in the house. No soap
operas, no Bandstand. Just news about the shooting. I went to a
21
st birthday party for a friend that night. No one
wanted to even attempt to have fun – it was a very depressing
night. In fact, the birthday boy left his own party that evening to
drive to Washington, DC to stand in line for hours to view President
Kennedy's body.
I, like most everyone else, stayed glued to the TV for the rest of
the weekend. Sunday morning, we all saw, live, Jack Ruby shoot and kill
Lee Harvey Oswald. Another image that has been burned into my
memory. Innocence lost.
Where were you? What do you remember?