Mom On the Alert

Sixty-Five years ago

I remember the day that Franklin Delano Roosevelt died. I was four years old. As I walked home from school (kindergarden) in Saint Paul, Minnesota. I saw and unusual sight . Every adult I passed was crying. I’d never seen anything like it.

When I arrived home, my Mother was there. She had been crying too. When I asked her why everyone was crying, she told me that the President had died. That was 65 years ago today.

Early memories never leave.