November 22, 2017

Tags: JFK

I knew that if the girls told Mrs. Wooten, that day's playground monitor, it had to be true.

I ran home ducking my head, waiting for the sky to fall.

Would my mother's best friend have killed herself if it had happened a day earlier?

In the Midwest, we liked how he talked: his vigah.

My mother almost crashed into another car when her hands flew off the steering wheel at hearing the news. The other driver gave her a dirty look but at some point that day understood. I imagine it was part of that woman's story of the day for the rest of her life. It's part of Annie's story, now. How often we are bit players.


  1. November 28, 2017 9:19 AM EST
    yes it is part of my story... an dmy story of that day is going on a field trip to the Museum of Natural History and the Planetarium and when we got back to the William L. Buck school in Valley Stream, LI, NY 11580, but maybe there were no zip codes then. Patty Fallace (true name!) said that the president was shot and she was listening to an aqua blue transistor radio. I said" that's not ver funny!" In my best know it all 6th grade smart girl voice...
    - annie silverman