Oh gosh, I was 12 when Kennedy was killed and can remember everything. It wasn't a mule pulling the caisson but a team of 6 beautiful grays. They were magnificent. And the stallion "Black Jack" following with the wagon with the riderless horse boots pointing backwards meaning the rider "would ride no more". I can even remember a chosen verse from Revelations 14:13 And I heard a voice from heaven saying Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from henceforth, Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; for their works follow with them.
It was four days that changed the U.S. for good. It epitomized itself to me as I recalled the exciting election 3 years prior. Kennedy and Johnson were running against Richard Nixon and Henry Cabot Lodge. It was such a close election season, our teacher held a mock election in our class. It was great fun with election signs and speeches and, oddly enough, Kennedy won a squeaker just like the real election. In 1962 Kennedy came to Nashville and spoke at Dudley Field at Vanderbilt. The paper gave his cavalcade route and I rode my bike over 30 miles to get to the highway at the airport. I never saw him though.
The very next year after the assassination LBJ ran his race against Goldwater. Somebody suggested there be another mock election but it was quickly dismissed. The teacher said it wouldn't make any difference how we voted, we were too young and it would take away from class time.
The change we experienced was the different tint on our rose colored glasses. It was an awakening of the dark matter. It wasn't as if we were all unaware of the harshness of reality; our parents had withstood the horrors of an era rife with the worst of human character, but rather it was because of these atrocities of war and economic despair that we had invented a Camelot somehow. We had sung Big Rock Candy Mountain and allowed ourselves to believe there were peppermint trees. In short, we were dreaming and the gunshots at Dealey Plaza woke us up.
So we forgot about the frivolity of a mock election at school and studied instead. It would soon be clear that staying in school might be life or death.