My first grade class

In November of my first year of school, JFK was assassinated. Perhaps especially because the Kennedys had a home in Newport and are Catholic, the nuns at my school were very upset. We all were. (In one of those thoughtless, offhand way that children sometimes have, a boy in my class said he wished it had been me. Not that I'm hanging on to that hurt but I do still remember it!) I sort of imagined that Caroline Kennedy and I might be friends, if we met, because I loved horses and she had a pony and, like I said, we were both Catholic and lived in Newport. We traveled in slightly different circles, though, so we never did get to strike up that friendship!