Just got to my hotel. I see Trump boomers all over the place. In the restaurants, in the hotel, in the lobby, in the CVS, on the road, at the gas station, at the bar, in the mall, on the street. Everywhere!
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Just got to my hotel. I see Trump boomers all over the place. In the restaurants, in the hotel, in the lobby, in the CVS, on the road, at the gas station, at the bar, in the mall, on the street. Everywhere!
Ditto Yep. That desk of laminate, pressed wood and sheet metal was going to protect us from a nooklar blast.
They had us all prepped to run into the - ready for it? - FUCKING BOILER ROOM!!! So if a bomb hit, we would all be immediately cooked to death by the fucking bursting Boiler tank.
My kid story: I had just moved to a new school. Our teacher was a good Catholic lady who made us pray and sing God Bless America every morning at the start of school.
I remember coming in to class and she was just taking roll. All of a sudden there was a knock at her door. She went out to the hallway. We heard her scream, "No! NO! Oh GOD NO!"
We sat wide-eyed alone in that classroom for what seemed to be an eternity. She finally came in, sobbing, holding a hanky up to her face and shaking her head. You know kids, we were just shocked to see her fall apart. She finally went up to the blackboard and wrote, "Our beloved President Jack Kennedy has been murdered. School is out for the rest of the day. Please go home to your parents and pray." She was unable to speak. We all stood up, gathered our stuff and solemnly walked out of the classroom and went home like good little soldiers.
My town was a largely Catholic town and the Catholics took this assassination personally. Many of them still do.
I remember what she wrote on the board like it was yesterday. For me it was the odd familiarity of Jack instead of John F. That's how proud and connected the Catholics were to this first Catholic President. It was more than a political thing. And she didn't say assassinated. She said murdered. That made it more real. I think the word assassinated makes it sound so distant and formal.
We had drills that marched us out of the classroom into the hallway where we'd sit with our hands over heads.
We didn't know back then that all we needed was a mask to protect us from nuclear fallout.
Reading this makes me tear up. Thank you for sharing.
This is how I felt when 9/11 happened. Was my first week at a new school/first week of Jr. High, and my class was in the library for a kind of "here is the library, here's the librarians, here's how to use the library and it's 3 computers," kind of session. When we got there, it was probably right before the first plane hit, and all was normal. After a few minutes, we saw teachers collectively going in and out of the AV room (with the TVs) — like... teachers that should have been in their classrooms teaching. So that was weird enough. Then we noticed a few of them coming out panicked and/or crying and heading out of the library (presumably to go tell others, or call their loved ones), and then one of them signal to the librarian to come over. And then she came out crying. So all us students (and I still remember everyone who I was sitting with at that big, square, library table) just sat there wondering wtf was going on. Then, finally, the principal came on the intercom to tell us what had happened. What a weird day. My parents always told me I'd remember that day the same way they remembered the day JFK was killed, and they were right.
Thanks for sharing your experience. I appreciate reading this.
We had to go into the bomb shelters.
Just the flying glass
That’s why two boys were assigned to close the wall length curtains. That would save us.
We didnt have them but the farm and schoolhouse was within the zone of your vaporized anyhow
It was to protect from flying glass and falling ceilings. Do a little research on the subject.