I was just a 20 year old girl, only been married 2 months, and working for A.Haler’r Rental store for Mr. Al Sankary. Later, he changed the name to Al’s Formal Wear. During big events downtown he would just let us all watch the big parades. I went out to the curb in front of the store, and there he was, rushing by, the president and his wife. His hair was so richly reddish brown. I remember the First Lady’s lovely pink pillbox hat. That caravan was moving at a pretty fast clip, headed north towards the courthouse. I was elated to get to see such important people. Mr. Prager, a rather elderly man was in the store, spoke with a German sounding accent. I want to lunch at the Pink Rooster at Stripling’s Department store. He stayed in the store. I came back from lunch, and the first thing he told me was, “The President’s been shot!” No, No Mr. Prager. That just can be.” “So I heard it that way. Well, it’s on the radio. You come hear it.”I watched it on TV when I got home. Very, very, sad, in I admired him greatly, shock day. Still I am glad I was there.
