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11/22/2013

~ Do you remember where you were Nov. 22, 1963?~

IMG_6811Unless you were not born yet, you do.  On this day fifty years ago, I was 8 years old and in the 3rd grade in the Hometown Elementary School in Hometown, PA.  Mrs. Foster was my teacher.  I had just missed a month of school due to measles and chicken pox.  It was just before lunch recess when I asked to go the rest room.  "Can't you wait for the lunch bell?"  "No", was my reply.  On my way back to class I had to pass by the second grade.  The door was open and the school TV (on a rolling stand in the front of the room) was on.  The educational programming I had "dawdled" in the empty hallway to watch for a few moments was interrupted by a News Flash:

 "The President has been shot."  

I went straight back to my classroom.  "What took you so long Melanie?"  "The President has been shot", was my answer.  "That is a horrible thing to say -- GO TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE RIGHT NOW!!!"  Having never been sent to the principals office before (but I had heard horrible things happen in there) I started to go -- shaking like a leaf as I left the classroom.  I was barely out the door when "all hell broke loose".  Teachers were crying in the hallway (I didn't think teachers could cry).  My teacher, Mrs. Foster, joined them.  She immediately grabbed me up in her arms to give me the best hug a teacher could give a kid.  "Oh my dear child -- I am so sorry".

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"We are all in this food world together." ~ Melanie Preschutti

(Recipes, Commentary and Photos courtesy of Melanie's Kitchen/Copyright 2013)

Comments

Teresa! It is still "clear as day" in my head. From a child's perspective though, NOT having to go to the principal's office was momentarily first and foremost in my mind!

What a sad and poignant childhood memory, but how wonderful that your teacher comforted you in that way.xx

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