I can recall the day clearly when my boyfriend told me between classes that the president had been killed. I said, "What president?" I didn't want it to be President Kennedy. The next thing I remember clearly was the deathly quiet school cafeteria. I was a senior in a public school and this was the one and only time no one spoke to anyone at lunch. He was the 35th president of the United States of America. I sent a note of condolence to his wife, Jackie, and received a note in return with her signature where a stamp would have been. I'm afraid I didn't realize the significance of it and didn't keep it.
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