Posted on 11/22/2014 6:13:15 PM PST by GOJPN
22 November 1963. 51 years ago. Do you remember where you were and what you were doing that day? I was in phys ed class and had just finished running the cross country course. As I walked up the locker room door, Coach Waite was sitting on the steps with his face in his hands. He was crying. I asked what was wrong and he told me that President Kennedy had been shot and killed. That was a bad day for me.
Happy 50th!!
They did not know what to do with us, other then let us out onto the playground.
I recall there was a skywriter, but not sure the message he was sending.
Any other LB freepers know?
Was stationed at NAVCOMMSTA WASHDC @ Cheltenham MD and we were undergoing a CO’s monthly(?) inspection - it was announced in the middle of it that he had been shot.
Cheltenham is right outside Andrews AFB and I recall we basically went into a complete shutdown, and the workload rose considerably.
I guess ‘they’ had no idea what was happening and took all precautions.
I was home eating lunch after kindergarten class. I remember it sparklingly clearly.
I look at this country as pre-and post that day - because I believe on that day, things actually started to go to hell. All because one, insignificant, unaccomplished, and basically worthless fool changed the course of history. This demonstrated to other insignificant, unaccomplished, and basically worthless fools that it could be done.
Too young for me too regarding President Kennedy. I do remember other great similar national tragedies that followed a few years later: Apollo capsule fire, Bobby Kennedy and MLK. The sixties were bewildering for a little kid seeing so nightly Vietnam news body count casualties, cities burning / riots, and the assassinations. However, nothing like what the greatest generation coped with..
A freshman in high school in Dallas, sitting in ‘Study Hall’ reading up for a test in the next class. Announcement on the PA with the news. Cried but continued to attempt to study. Next class teacher gave the options of take or not. School was dismissed a few hours early (at least that’s what is remembered.) Do remember that evening (date night) just about everything in Big D had closed in mourning — perhaps the entire weekend (memory fades). The weekend glued to the tube with school closings the norm. A very sad day for Dallas.
I was in the back yard of my quarters on Pease Air Force Base, New Hampshire, when a neighbor came to the fence and told me the President had been shot. I went in the house and turned on the TV in time to hear the announcement that President Kennedy was dead.
I think I was in the middle of potty training.
That I do remember and I imagine most of us were glued to our tv sets watching. It was a Sunday afternoon and evening eastern time for the landing and moon walk.
I was on leave from Brand Management at Procter & Gamble, Cincinnati, doing Sales Training in the NE Iowa territory. I was having lunch at a hotel coffee shop in Waterloo when the news came down.
I was in 7th grade Spanish class. The teacher was called out and when she came back she told us that the president had been shot. She was crying. Busses took us home early.
My experience was about the same, 5th grade. I don’t recall getting out of school early, though.
5th grade... 6th grader told me after school was dismissed.
I was just an infant, but I remember clearly saying that very afternoon, "Now they're going to deify this rapist son of a bootlegger."
And I'll be damned if that's not what they did.
I was at work when the word spread around the plant. I was devastated.
I was fresh out of college when JFK ran for President. I was every bit as excited over his candidacy as young people were over Obama in 2008. I enthusiastically voted for him in 1960.
I never voted for a Democrat again. I got my head on straight during the LBJ years.
Wow!
I’m older than you.
I come from a pretty big family. ..
Maybe we’re related....
It was a great time indeed. This assassination marked the end of the good times. Sad that a lot of folks did not experience those “good old days” prior to 1964. But, life goes on and on we go.
I was at work, had not voted for him but a horrible thing had just happened in our country and we were all in shock.
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In 7th grade homeroom with our black, handicapped English teacher... (and she was very good) Remember her being very emotional
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