6th grade. Had a male teacher. Another teacher came in and whispered to him. He gave the annoucement. The 2 cut ups in the back of the room stood up. 1 pointed his finger and shot the other one, who fell to the floor. The teacher grabbed both and took them to the hall. Whipped them both, could hear them crying. The whole school went to the flag pole and lowered it to half mast.
In junior high school. Just finishing lunch getting ready for art class
Never forget. 1st grade (one of my oldest memories). 2 Room schoolhouse (really!) in Colonie NY (near Schenectady). Elderly teacher comes in an sits at her desk and cries. Someone else comes in and tell us we are going home.
Bus drops us off, and I recall walking up the hill to silence. Quiet. Recall it being a warm day for November. Get home, and a group around the TV watching with horror. Didn’t get it, but knew it was really bad.
Love or hate his politics, was the beginning of one of the darkest several years in our history. MLK, Bobby K, riots, etc. As bad as things are now, 60’s weren’t a cakewalk.
Hallway. Elementary school. Some older child told me that the Presdient had been shot and the VIce-Presdient was wounded.
In school got dismissed, I was 7
Waiting for my cartoons to come on over this funeral procession with the incessant drumbeat
RIP JFK
Sophomore year in high school taking a Geometry test. It was our first class after lunch.
4th grade, home for lunch from school around the corner. Between 11:30 and noon AZ time.
Eating Cream Tuna and peas, my personal favorite in those days.
Suddenly the outside door to the kitchen FLEW open with a bang! It was my older sister rushing home from school to tell everyone the news. The TV was on but it had not made it on the air yet. She was out of breath and gasping:
“The president was shot, the president was shot!” She had heard it at the school over a radio.
I almost choked on my meal due to her banging in the door shouting like that.
My mother looked at her in disbelief and said: “Oh, what are you talking about?” At that exact moment Cronkite came on, audio only over the CBS special report screen announcing that shots had been fired in Dallas. I can remember it as if it was this morning. A lightning bolt out of a clear blue sky it was. Most stunning moment in my entire life so far.
2 days later, Sunday morning, I watched Oswald being led out and then shot on live TV. I couldn’t wrap my head around what I had just seen. I went and found my mom and I told her I think they shot Oswald. She looked at me like I had two heads and kind of shrugged me off. I went back to the TV for a few minutes, then went and found my mom again and said: “No mom, I think they really shot him.” This time her face went grey and she rushed over to the TV room. History.
Dad and I drove up to deer camp.
In diapers on the farm in WNY.
I was one week shy of my first birthday. (Nov. 27th.)
8th Grade. I was a police boy as the job was known back then. A little girl at my school was ill so they had me escort her home. When I got back and walked down the hallway I noticed the kids in all the classrooms were on their knees with stunned looks on their faces and praying.
I assume you mean when we heard of the assassination: I was in a 7th grade science class.
At school, 7th grade, Jr High, Friday afternoon.
High school band room.
Saigon, Viet Nam
I assume you are morning the loss of President Good Hair. The druggie whore monger who got us into Vietnam, lost Cuba, our bases in Turkey and allowed federal "workers" to unionize.
I had just celebrated my sixth birthday. I vividly remember my mother’s reaction as we watched Oswald get shot live on TV a few days later.
At my locker.....a friend told me......I was 15 years old....the world stopped for the next 4 days. Wouldn’t wish this experience on my worst enemy.