On the way home, Momma had to get a gallon of milk, so we pulled up to the drive-up milk store on the edge of town and everyone in the store was crying. Daddy asked what was wrong and that is when we found out that President Kennedy had been shot. Momma starting crying and Daddy was just stunned. The devout Democrat that he was, this hit him like a rock.
For the next three days, Dad stayed glued to the only TV station we could get, Channel 6, a CBS station in Tallahassee, Fla. We watched as all the events unfolded: the casket being unloaded as it arrived back in Washington, the casket being carried to the Capitol Rotunda, the many people filing past the casket, the death of Lee Harvey Oswald, the funeral procession, the riderless horse with the empty boots hanging, John John touching his daddy’s casket.
As a child of 7 at the time, this event had a most profound effect upon me, more so than any other national catastrophe in my lifetime with the exception of 9/11. And thank you, The Anniston Star, for helping keep this part of America’s history alive, lest we forget: “Ask not what your country can do for you — ask what you can do for your country.”