November 22, 1963 I was sitting in my first grade class. The telephone that hung on the wall rang and my teacher answered it. That was back when children were taught telephone manners and when the phone rang, especially in your classroom, it was a big deal. We all got quiet and most of my classmates put their heads together to whisper. I would have too but out of the corner of my eye I saw my teacher's face. The look of confusion and horror caught me off guard so instead of stealing a moment to whisper something silly to my friend, I watched her every move. She slowly hung up the phone and told us in a trembling voice that we were all going home a little early because something terrible had happened. President Kennedy had been shot. April 4, 1968 I had run home from school I hate two hours of watching television that I could get in before my parents got home. If I ran, I could catch whatever movie was playing on Channel 2 during the Dialing for Dollars show. I ...
Musing of a mostly sane, perfectly saved and yet entirely flawed bible believing woman and biblical counselor.