After the move in June of '63, I don't remember much until the weekend of my 5th birthday. My birthday is November 24th. So, now you know how old I am! Anyway, the TV was on 24/7 because John F. Kennedy was shot on Friday the 22nd. I just remember it being very somber around the house, but I was going to be 5!
Daddy worked in downtown Dallas and had seen the presidential motorcade from a downtown street corner, probably near Pearl or Elm street. He says, "We were given permission to leave the office in order to see better. I remember seeing the backs of their heads as they went by ( Connally & Kennedy)." He did not see the assassination. Momma had the television on that day and I just remember her continuing to do the laundry but not saying much at all. There are pictures of my birthday party but I really don't remember much about it.
The day of the funeral for the slain president was another solemn day and one of television being on all day. I don't know what day it was.
Mother tells me that I thought when I turned five, I would have arrived! I would say that I can do this or that when I'm five. When she told me no to a request, my response was that I could when I'm five.