Mrs. Bledsoe. Well, I couldn't say.
Mr. Ball. Within a half block, or block?
Mrs. Bledsoe. No; within a block.
Mr. Ball. About a block from Lamar, you think?
Mr. Ball. It was approaching Lamar, wasn't it?
Mrs. Bledsoe. Uh-huh.
Mr. Ball. When did you first notify the police that you believe you'd seen Oswald?
Mrs. Bledsoe. When I got home, first thing I did I went next door and told them the President had been shot, and so she turned on the radio and I went in and called my son and said the President had been shot, and he said, "Why, he has got killed." Well, I turned on the radio—television—and we heard ambulances and going around and them, and so, I didn't pay any attention. I wanted to hear about the President and there was a little boy came in that room in the back and he turned it on, and we listened and hear about Mr. Tippen [sic] being shot, and it didn't dawn on me, and I said—told his name as Oswald. I don't—didn't mean anything to me, so, I wanted to hear about the President, only one I was interested in, so, he went on back to work and they kept talking about this boy Oswald and had on a brown shirt, and all of a sudden, well, I declare, I believe that this was this boy, and his name was Oswald—that is—give me his right name, you know, and so, about an hour my son came home, and I told him, and he immediately called the police and told them, because we wanted to do all we could, and so, I went down the next night. He took me down, and I made a statement to them, what kind of—Secret Service man or something down there.
Mr. Ball. Where?