'I Was Sitting on a Bar Stool in Scranton'

When I told my father a guy just shot Oswald, he didn't believe me.

The dramatic slaying of Lee Harvey Oswald by Ruby / photograph by Bob Jackson, Dallas Times-Herald. |

[This is part of a continuing series of recollections of November 22, 1963. Submit your JFK story in the comments sections here: “Where Were You When?”]

Edward Connor

My memories of that weekend are probably a bit different than most others.

It was a beautiful sunny day in the east. I attended 6th grade in Glenburn, Pa.

I brought to school a cigarette made not from tobacco, but from cabbage or some other kind of plant, to show at "show and tell." A disgruntled classmate saw the cigarette and told the teacher I was sneaking contraband into the school. I explained the reason for the cigarette to the teacher. She believed me. In the early 60's, this called for a confrontation at 2:30 pm.