Posted by: SJS | November 22, 2022

November 22, 1963

It was Friday afternoon. School had just let out and I was waiting to board the school bus for the ride home. I was a seventh grader at St. Ceclia’s parochial school in Philadelphia. November 22, 1963 feels like yesterday and it feels like a hundred years ago–at the same time. Getting the news about the assassination of President John F. Kennedy in Dallas earlier that day turned my world upside down. History pushed its way into my life and reminded me that it was not something confined to text books and classes–but a place I would be living in for the rest of my life.


  1. Well said. My memories are as crystal clear as yours, although I was in 8th grade. History became part of my life, too.

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