(My mother has severe heart trouble, among other things.  She speaks slowly and not very strongly.) 

Me:  Where were you the day Kennedy died?

Mama:  At Pass Christian High School.

Me:  What were you doing?

Mama:  Teaching, uh, English. (Sighing.)

Me:  What were your students like?

(She thinks, shifts in seat, says nothing) Me: Smart, well-behaved, not well-behaved, in between?

Mama:  In between.

Me:  When and how were you told about his death?

Mama:  Over the intercom.

Me:  What was said and who said it?

Mama:  Our principal, Mr. Lizana, um, said our president had been shot.

Me:  Did he say more?

Mama:  No.

Me:  What did the kids do?

Mama:  They clapped.

Me:  All of them?  Most of them? 

Mama:  Most of them.

Me:  Do you remember any looking sad?

Mama:  No.

Me:  Did any seem angry or just sit there?

Mama:  They just sat there.

Me:  Was there cheering?

Mama:  No.

Me:  But you said most of them clapped?

Mama:  Um-hmm.

Me:  Why did they clap?

Mama:  I don't know.

Me:  Do you think other rooms had kids that clapped?

Mama:  Probably so.

Me:  What did the teachers say?

Mama:  I don't know.

Me:  What did your family say?

 Mama:  I don't know, Sissy.

Me:  When did you hear he had died?

Mama:  I think it was November 23. 

Me:  What time of day did you hear it?

Mama:  Probably about noon.

Me:  Did the kids know he had died when they clapped?

Mama:  Yes.