Nov 22, 2013 16:47
Since everyone of a certain age has a memory, this is mine.
My homeroom teacher was a sweet little old apple-cheeked nun. When it was announced he was dead she became distraught. "Girls, girls, that I should have lived to see it happen twice!" She told us how she was just a young nun teaching in a one-room school on the prairie in Iowa, and one day a man rode out from town with the news that the president had been assassinated, and she went out into the schoolyard and cried.
That President was McKinley in 1901.
In some obscure way I felt comforted by her story. I think now perhaps it was because it meant that our country had gotten through it then and so we would again. And also perhaps the simple surprise of realizing how young our country really is.
jesus he was a handsome man