Momma dumped a clean load of laundry on the couch. She folded towels while watching her favorite soap opera. I played on the floor in front of the television then pulled up onto Daddy’s leather recliner and walked around his foot stool.
When CBS interrupted As The World Turns with the horrendous news, she stopped folding and watched. I was sixteen months old.
This was my first memory.
Momma. Laundry. As The World Turns. President Kennedy’s assassination.
Is it possible to remember something at sixteen months of age? Most people say no. Most people say I’ve heard the story often enough I’ve made it my own.
Maybe, maybe not.
Momma says I’m thinking about Martin Luther King’s murder in Memphis five years later, but that couldn’t be the case. King was assassinated at 6:00 p.m. The world always turned just after lunch. And on that day, for a while, it stopped turning.
|Dealey Plaza, School Book Depository, Grassy Knoll
Dallas, Texas, November 2013
Things do not happen. Things are made to happen. – President John F. Kennedy
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life
CBS Interruption of As The World Turns