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Donald Chandler
For me, November 22, 1963 was a defining moment of my youth. I was living on a dairy farm near Ty Ty, in South Georgia and in the eighth grade at Sumner School... playing basketball for the Sumner Bulldogs (Go Dawgs!)... the only time I was ever on an organized sports team. We had just finished basketball practice on a Friday afternoon and were headed back to homeroom when we got the news that President Kennedy was shot. Like Diane, I remember things being quiet after that. It really did not seem real. I was too young to be a Republican or Democrat back then… just an American, and a kid. The bus ride home was quiet. And after we got home, I remember our family being glued to our small black and white TV for the next three days, following all the live coverage of events. I remember all those black and white images of the flag draped coffin, the riderless horse, the lines of people marching through the Capitol to pay respects, little John Jr. saluting his father’s casket, and… most of all… I remember the cadence of the drums that accompanied the funeral cortege. The images and sounds are all burned into my soul. And I remember watching live on Sunday morning when Lee Harvey Oswald was being transferred from Dallas Police Headquarters to the Dallas Jail, and watching him shot live on national TV. The world did not seem such an innocent place anymore after that long weekend. Liz and I have been to visit Dealey Plaza in Dallas on a couple of occasions. We visited the School Book Depository too, and the sixth floor where Oswald fired the shots has been turned into the Sixth Floor Museum with displays and artifacts on the Kennedy Assassination. It all brought back a flood of memories of that fateful time. If you are ever in Dallas, it is a somber place to visit.
The world was changing then, and my life was changing too. At age 13, my hormones were going crazy, my voice was changing, and I began to seriously notice those wonderful creations of God called… “girls.” The following summer we moved from Ty Ty to Athens, Georgia and I was sad to leave all the kids I had grown up with. But four years later I was at OCHS and all was right with the world.
Reporting live from memory lane… this is Don.
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