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Joseph Gentilini
I had posted my memories of JFK and 9/11 but hit some button and deleted it all - ugh. I'll try to recreate it.
Thanks for Mike McC, Dave M, and John Sch for their postings on their memories of those days. I was in Sister Mary Alice's (now Barbara) biology class after lunch when Monsignor Spires came on the intercom and said the president had been shot. We all got up and prayed for him. Then we went to gym class. When we got back into the locker room, Spires came on again and said JFK was dead. We were all dismissed. On my way to my locker, I ran into Sister Norbertine (my Freshman Algebra teacher) and she was crying. As I remember she kept a picture of JFK on the bulletin board on the wall nearest the windows.
My family was clued to the television the entire weekend. On Sunday morning, we were getting ready for Mass and my father and I were watching TV and saw live when Oswald was shot by Ruby. The entire country seems to be going crazy.
About 9''11. I worked for the State of Ohio and was in Central Office Administration building. Someone said he heard that the World Trade Tower had been hit by a plane. One of my co-workers lived close to the office and went home to get a small tv and we all huddled around it. When they determened that we were under attack, I sent a note to our manager who was in a meeting down the hall and told her that America was under attack.
The lights in the building were turned off and only the emergency lighting was on. Why I don't know. We were all like dazed. Soon the governor told all state workers, except for the absolutely mandatory workers, were told to go home. They were not sure that the attacks might be more wide-spread. Again, I was glued to the tv after that wondering what was happening to our country.
Leo was working as a clerk in the Clintonville Post Office. I called him and told him. Sometime after that, the Post Office told offices to closer early. They didn't know if other government agencies might be attacked and/or if the mail and packages might be a source of furthere attacks.
These memories are seared in my brain. I don't know who organized it, but we attended a program at the Ohio Theater downtown which consisted of prayers, songs, reflections, etc. It was an effort for all of us to gather together to help deal with the horror of it all.
I do pray for our country everyday.
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