RURAL WRITES
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| G.A. SCHEINOHA CONTRIBUTOR
The events compared to the day JFK died. Circumstances scorched into our collective consciousness like the indelible imprint from a branding iron.
When President [John F.] Kennedy was assassinated, my brother Lee hollered to Mom, doing laundry on a wringer machine in the cellar to hurry upstairs. Her wonder turned to sorrow at the news.
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