The book belonged to my sister who was three years older than I was. Both of us delighted in reading about this little girl whose father was president. Here is one of the comics that I remember:
50 years ago today I was sitting in Mr. Stratton’s fifth grade class at Quannah McCall Elementary School in North Las Vegas, Nevada, when Mr. Stratton tearfully gave us the news that President Kennedy had been assassinated. Most of us didn’t know what that word meant, but we very soon learned its meaning. It was a very sad day that robbed us of our innocence and changed who we were. A few years ago my husband gave me a tour of the school he attended when he also was in fifth grade at Elsinore Military Academy. He showed me the exact spot he was standing when he heard the news. This is a day burned into the memories of people from all over the world. We are all different, but we are united in our thoughts and feelings of that day. I wish we would be more united in showing respect to the office of president. We do not have to agree with everything or even anything that a president says or does, but we can still be much more civil and respectful when we do disagree. President Kennedy was killed by someone who thought it was okay to be hateful and to act upon that hate. In this blog I usually write about a puzzle, but a much more important puzzle to be solved is how do we all get along with each other.