I was 15 years old, in Latin class in the parochial high school I attended in Boston,
when Mother Antonia's voice announced over the loud speaker,
that President Kennedy had been shot.
As high school girls, we idolized this handsome president,
his beautiful wife Jackie and their adorable children.
We were frozen in disbelief, tears were shed, school was dismissed.
and we rode home on public transportation in stunned silence.
No iPhones then to call our parents, keep up with events,
divert ourselves with entertaining apps.
For the next few days we were glued to the TV, watching the continuous news coverage.
My sister on the left with her pouffy "flip",
I on the right with my curly bubble cut.
As we sobbed, we watched in awe as the dignified Mrs. Kennedy led the nation
in honoring her slain husband.
Today's Boston Globe, with an insert replicating the front page of that historic day,
brought back a flood of memories.
Where were you (or were you even around then?) when you heard the news?