By Don Henderson
I guess everyone can remember where they were when J.F.K was killed and it is
easy for me to remember. November 21, 1963  I lived in the St. Patrick's
apartments in Houston. I learned that the Kennedy motorcade was going to be
coming past and if I ran I could get to the cross street where they were heading
to Rice Hotel. It was about 3 or 4 blocks from my apartment project. I didn't have
time to grab a camera, although at the time I'm not sure that I had one. I arrived in
time to see the convertible with J.F.K. and Jackie passing within maybe 15 yards
of me. Because I saw a tree with someone in it, it crossed my mind that it would
be easy for someone to do something to him, not thinking anything would really
happen later. I was close enough to see that Jackie had very wide eyes or at
least she had a wide space between her eyes. She also looked very untanned.
This is the first and last time that I have ever seen a President and the picture
was very vivid at the time and remains to this day in my mind. (
I did see Lyndon
Johnson when he landed in a Pt. Neches Park while campaigning for the Senate
The next day, while I was in my classroom at Hartman Jr. High, the
announcement came on the speaker saying that Kennedy had been shot. It was
a scary time, because we did not know what had happened. In back of
everyone's mind it might have been because of the Cuban incident. At our
school, we had been undergoing practice exercises in case Russia attacked us.
Each teacher was assigned a duty and we were supposed stay at school in the
event of a disaster to help monitor students. For a little while, I forgot what I had
planned for this very weekend, I was going to East Texas State because I had a
date with Betsy Curtis, who was an East Texas State Cheerleader. We were
supposed to go to a football game on Saturday night and I was going to stay
with Billy Mack Ingram and Mac Miller on Friday night, November 21 and
Saturday, Nov 22. In the back of my mind, I was wondering if there were forces
out there that would cause more problems, perhaps more assassinations or
even an attempt to take over of our government. Sounds silly now, but at the
time I wasn't the only one thinking this. Commerce is located about 60-70 miles
from Dallas and still seemed close enough that some danger might still exist.  I
arrived after midnight at Mack's and Mac's apartment, which was upstairs, in a
garage apartment. Upon arriving I got a real shock!! The temperature was in the
30's and I was greeted with a note. "The couch is yours!!" There was no heat in
their place at all and the only thing they left me was a thin blanket. I froze the
entire night. I remember some things about the next day, but not many. I
remember going to a restaurant with Mack and Mac. We must have eaten
breakfast but I don't remember where. The only thing that I do remember is Mac
Miller put his last quarter in the Jukebox to listen to some tune. That night was
the game and was it ever cold!! Again in the 30's and a very strong wind. Who
East Texas State was playing, I could not tell you. Betsy had to cheer and in
between time, she would come and sit by me. Not many things that I remember
about this date, other than it was cold!! (did I say that??)  By the way, this date
started by Mac Miller betting me that I couldn't get a date with Betsy. Well, I knew
Betsy from Vivien's Rainbow Girls, but I don't think Mac Miller knew this. This
memorable weekend was not over yet. I am not sure how I knew about this, but
my old Lamar Tech college fraternity(Sigma Chi) was there that weekend to
initiate East Texas State pledges into Sigma Chi. There a formal secret initiation
ceremony and somehow, I became a part of it. I can not for the life of me
remember how I was asked to play a part. The initiation was to be in the East
Texas State student life building and I'm not sure if I was in the building before
or after the initiation. While sitting in the lobby, watching the news cast of Lee
Harvey Oswald being transported, the entire world watched as Jack Ruby
appeared from no where and fired the shot that killed Lee Harvey Oswald. This
happened on Sunday and I was supposed to return to Houston. Quite a
weekend for me and the entire world. Monday was declared a holiday, so I had
no class to teach, instead
I got to visit my Grand parents in Malakoff.

Thanks a
lot for the WARM blanket, Mack and Mac!!