It was between classes, and I was hurrying to science class.

A girl who had worked as a student assistant in the office (where they kept the radio turned on) during the previous class period came running down the hallway, saying "The President's been shot!!" Now this girl was a bit on the flaky side, so I didn't actually believe it until I got to science class, and we got the confirmation there. School was dismissed.

My mother and I watched the TV coverage that weekend, riveted. On Sunday, we saw Ruby shoot Oswald as it happened.

We sobbed when John-John saluted his father's casket. That day was his third birthday, you know, and his mother went directly from the funeral to give him a birthday party. I don't know how she did it. I truly don't.