One month later I took up a position as a speech and theatre instructor at Monmouth College in Illinois. On Nov. 22nd 1963 I was driving a carload of Monmouth students down Highway 150 (No Interstate 74 in those days). It was a noisy and excited group as we headed for Peoria to compete in the Bradley University Speech Tournament. We stopped for gas at a tiny Standard Oil station in Brimfield, Il. To pay you had to go into the station and inside a radio was on and the voice sounded serious. As the attendant was finishing my transaction, he said, "Didn't you hear? The President's been shot." I can still see him standing behind that counter today. I can still hear his voice.
I returned to the car, slid back into the driver's seat, and said "I think we need to turn on the radio. President Kennedy may have been shot." By the time we got to the Bradley Student Union there was no doubt. When we entered the building there was just an eerie deadly silence. The main lounge was packed with students and their teachers all sitting in stunned silence around the grainy image of a black and white television. For the next day and a half we went about our competitions but always returned catatonically to that lounge and that TV set to watch the sad story of JFK's assassination unfold. To this day it was the most somber event I have ever been a part of.
Did it influence us? Yes! Camelot was a presence for us that is hard to communicate today even to young and idealistic Obamamites. We had cast one of our first presidential ballots for Kennedy and he was going to take us to the moon and beyond. It's not just an accident that the middle name of our son, who was born in June of 1964, is John.
That's where I was when our president was killed. That "one brief shining moment" was gone.
|Still traveling fifty years later this time with two cameras. My wife took this one of me with our son David John De Young in Helsinki, Finland.|