For the last few weeks we have been asking for readers' memories of Nov. 22, 1963, the day President John F. Kennedy was assassinated.

The responses have been numerous, interesting and revealing. Most of the submissions came from women who were young mothers at the time. One was on her way to a grocery store with her then 21-month-old daughter in the seat beside her. There was another one from a woman who had just had twin boys and was ironing when the news broke. Her words took me back to a little brick house on Ruby Lane in Forest Park and what my mom was doing that day.

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