I was in fifth grade at the time.
We were in class, having a typical day, when someone walked in form the hallway, walked over to the teacher, whispered something, and left.
The teached placed one hand on her face and rested her elbow on a folded arm, Jack Benny style, only without the grin. She turned quiet and ashen-faced and stared out the window for awhile. She started to look a little teary-eyed. The class sat in quiet astonishment as we wondered what had happened, trying to read her face, and after what seemed like an eternity of silence, she quietly broke the news to us in a trembling voice.
We didn't know what to say or do. Many of us turned and looked out the window, as if looking for either an answer or expecting an invasion by Cuba. I think they sounded the air raid sirens that day, which only added to the spookiness of the moment.
I will never forget that day. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/frown.gif