I was home from school, (Grade 1 at Arch Street Public) because I had a cold and was eating Lipton’s Chicken Noodle Soup in the living room with my Mom and Grandma.
We were watching the soap operas on WWNY Watertown (via rabbit ears in Ottawa) in beautiful black and white on the big Electrohome TV with the folded match packet holding the tuner knob in place on Channel 7.
Walter Cronkite came on, at a strange hour, as it wasn’t news time. I knew this, even at six. He said that President Kennedy had been shot in Dallas Texas.
All the grownups didn’t move far from the TV for quite a while and I still remember the funeral coverage a few days later. I didn’t understand the nuance and context: None of us did, grownup or child, but at least as a child, I knew that it was something Very Important. Even in school, they rolled in the big educational tv’s up on the chrome stands so we could watch some of the coverage.
Later, via history, learning and curiosity, I understood more of what had occurred; the why and where and how. But today, at approximately this time of day, I see the murder of JFK as the first overt act, part of a continuum of American History that leads us to where we are today.
November 22 will always be the day that Hope Died.
Perhaps January 20th, 2009 will be the day that Hope is reborn. I’d like to think so.
RoadDave 
hey dave … hmm i also sometimes wonder and think could the same could happen to OBAMA i have a sinking feeling cause i think that history repeat’s it’s self here is a person who is making such a difference in our lives and some hmm person or what ever group always want’s too destroy , hmm ya well i don’t know what too say but ya hmm …i love ”OBAMA” HE IS OUR NEW HOPE !!! I SAY AND KNOW THAT HE IS OUR NEW ”hope”
Maybe everything goes its way.