I was a young child living in Lincoln that day. I was in the care of a wonderful black woman who worked for our family. She was an avid “As The World Turns” viewer, so I know for a fact that we saw the initial television coverage from CBS that Friday afternoon. The woman broke down and cried, something that I as a youngster could not understand, having never seen an adult cry. As an adult I now understand why the moment hit her it like it did.
My aunt who lived next door came over and spent time with both of us, trying to console me, herself and my caretaker. My aunt told me in later years that it was all that she could do to try and keep all three of us under control as she was in shock herself. This is actually one of the earliest memories of my life, and it was some years later before I totally dialed into what it all meant.
Other spotty memories of that afternoon, being allowed to go outside and ride my tricycle so the adults could watch the television news coverage alone, the beautiful warm and sunny day it was that day. At my age then, not much memory else remains about the rest of the weekend.
Chris D. Pope