THEN: The year was 1963 , and yet some people remember it as though it was yesterday. The day our teachers ran into the classroom repeating five words, "the President has been shot." Several of the students hid under their desks and many, both boys and girls, cried. Our heroic leader was gone, and we had had no warning. That night mothers and daughters cried as the vision of the woman that inspired them was covered in the blood of her
slain husband. John F. Kennedy was dead, and it seemed as though time stopped and the hopes and dreams we had for our great Nation had been shattered.
And so it came in threes. Next Martin Luther King, Jr. was killed. And just months later in 1968, Bobby Kennedy was slain. It was if all those fighting for freedom were being eliminated. The next several years the whole Country was on the edge of its collective seat, worrying about what else would come. Times were changing
and there was a communication gap between the generations. Many young and poor men from our area died in Vietnam. Times were sad and strange but the music of that era lives on. The people we looked up to then and the celebrities that grace our televisions today are completely different and we wonder sometimes how much has the Country progressed.
