We were living in Orleans, France because my Dad was stationed there in the U.S. Army. I remember when JFK was killed. Dad had a radio that looked like the one on Gilligan’s Island. It was on his bedroom dresser and he was standing there. Slumped onto the dresser. Crying. Later he told me that President Kennedy was dead. I remember seeing him land in a helicopter at the White House. That was before we flew to France.
Today is the 49th anniversary of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy.
Victoria Adams was a young lady working as a secretary in the Dallas School Book Depository 49 years ago. She and a friend were looking out of their office window on the seventh floor. Immediately after the shooting the two women ran down the stairs to see what had happened. As they ran down, they saw no one else on the stairs. They heard no one else one the stairs. Neither above them nor below them. I walked those stairs in 1977. They are wooden and rather “rickety”. As I walked up slowly, my foot steps echoed. I could only imagine how loud it would be if I had ran.