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Beebs52 wrote: No, that's the impression I got from the post, too. Just because you disagree doesn't mean you would be happy about a death. I don't remember anyone thinking/saying that, or it entering one's mind.

silverscreenselect wrote:

Beebs52 wrote: No, that's the impression I got from the post, too. Just because you disagree doesn't mean you would be happy about a death. I don't remember anyone thinking/saying that, or it entering one's mind.

http://www.nola.com/opinions/index.ssf/ ... ome_t.html

My father told me pretty much the same story about how a few of the soldiers he fought with in World War II cheered when they learned FDR died.

As a seventh grader, I and my classmates thought that Mr. Vickers, who was quick to mention his dislike of the Democrats in class (it was not a PC era back then), would go to town on that situation. The girl I was talking to before class and I said just about the same thing, and there was an air of anticipation in the room waiting for him to say something.

littlebeast13 wrote:

silverscreenselect wrote:

Beebs52 wrote: No, that's the impression I got from the post, too. Just because you disagree doesn't mean you would be happy about a death. I don't remember anyone thinking/saying that, or it entering one's mind.

http://www.nola.com/opinions/index.ssf/ ... ome_t.html

My father told me pretty much the same story about how a few of the soldiers he fought with in World War II cheered when they learned FDR died.

As a seventh grader, I and my classmates thought that Mr. Vickers, who was quick to mention his dislike of the Democrats in class (it was not a PC era back then), would go to town on that situation. The girl I was talking to before class and I said just about the same thing, and there was an air of anticipation in the room waiting for him to say something.

the death of JFK was one of the worst things that has happened to this country. Aside for the badness of murder, assassination, assassination of our President, when he died LBJ became president. LBJ did harm to this country that we may never recover from.




Maybe I am just closer to my 7th grade years than most other people on this Bored, but I can totally see where SSS is coming from here. In fact, given the intensification of the political divide 50 years later, I would be surprised if most 7th graders today wouldn't expect someone who they know to be fiercely with the opposite party of the President to believe that the sudden death of that President would be good news to them...

lb13

mellytu74 wrote:I never liked Sister Agnes Loyola. She was our music nun and she was the nun who hit my left hand with a ruler when I couldn't coordinate my hands while playing the piano.

She came in and pulled Sister Julia Alexia aside. Sister Julie then announced the President had been shot. I looked across the aisle to Gerri Carroll, who had that beautiful Irish combination of black hair and pale skin. She was ashen. Chris Lindner was my seatmate. Her hands were shaking as she tried to get her rosary beads out of their little case. I don't think she ever did.

We were almost finished our rosary when Aggie came back back and told us the President was dead. I can't remember if we finished or not. They dismissed us; because it was Friday, some of us tried to do our Friday chores.

Mine was to dust the statues. Sister Albert Therese, who taught second grade, came over and gently tapped me on the shoulder. Her eyes were red. She told me to go home. I have no idea how long I was there but I know everyone had walked home already because the street was deserted.

TLAF was in her store with a neighbor. Both crying their eyes out. IIRC, she was waiting for me before she closed the store. THFD came home shortly after that.

So much of the weekend comes back to me in little bits and pieces:

Oh, God of Loveliness was one of the hymns at the funeral. It's one of my favorite hymns but, for years, I could never hear it without seeing the front of St. Matthew's Church.

How my Italian grandmother, Marietta, and her friends sat in the parlor behind Annie Caruso's tailor shop (Annie, her husband and their families were neighbors of Marietta's family in Montecorvino Rovello, Italy (make a left at Salerno)). All of them crying and speaking Italian. And crocheting and cooking.

How THFD cried when he saw the riderless horse.

My Uncle Gar (Aunt Ethel's husband and TLAF's brother-in-law) decided spur of the moment to drive to DC with my cousins Dennis and Hughie. I was jealous.