[Danimal16]

I was less than a month away from my 10th birthday. We had just relocated from Wisconsin to Santa Ana California, Dad was at El Toro.

All of us were at lunch at Monte Vista School, at the picnic tables between the third/fourth grand classes and the fifth/sixth grade classes (the older students had a separate lunch time), at Monte Vista School.

The doors opened from Miss Hoy's class room and Mr. Houston's and out came a bunch of students. Many of the teachers were weeping, not crying, but truly weeping. It was a big shock, I had never seen such sadness.

My Dad, though a lifelong Conservative, truly admired JFK, he was pretty shook up. The only other time I saw him that way was when our family dog was hit by a car and at my Mother's Death.