Posted on 11/22/2021 11:35:08 AM PST by gdzla
I was in third grade. Happy to be a Friday and looking forward to drawing and coloring instead of catechism class after lunch.
Wasn’t born yet but my grandfather died this day. The story is, grandmother yelled the news to him and he fell down the stairs hitting his head real bad and died.
I was on the Mongolian Highlands as a goat shepherd in my previous life. :)
I was on board a USN ship. We had just delivered a water filtering system to our Mexico ally and were head to New Orleans for liberty. Then the communications started coming in very slowly, about what was happening.
It seemed like an eternity from the first flash to JFK being shot at and then taken to a hospital in Houston. Re real news from the Navy.
One of our cooks broke out the TV antenna used in ports and aimed it at New Orleans, and the news was wall to wall in each station. He set up the tv in the mess hall to receive the best pic and sound. The tv announced that Kennedy was dead before we heard from the official word from the Navy.
One of the younger officers wanted to shut down the tv, a few of us told him no. Meanwhile our CO came down and told the cook to keep the tv on and to set up the officer’s and Chief’s tv sets in their dining areas to receive the station. The cook did that, and occasionally we would hear curse words and $hit coming from those areas.
Many if not most of the Chiefs and Mustang Officers sat with the crew watching, listening and cursing. The CO basically stayed with the crew. He had his grim face on and don’t bug me look. He told some us later on a mid watch that this moment was the scariest moment he had ever had been in, including combat as a submariner in WWII in Korea because the total unknown from top to bottom. Being the CO made it tougher.
Later that night, we got orders to leave the next morning and head back to Norfolk/Little Creek, our home base. Before we rounded the tip of Florida and being close to Cuba, extra men were assigned to the watches until we were headed north to our home port.
When, we arrived in our home port and docked, the piers had armed Marines patrolling them. I hitched a ride to our apartment, and a tearful wife greeted me and didn’t want to let go.
It took a while to get phone calls to her parents and mine that I was home and safe.
“I was in the presidential limousine with JFK when the shots were fired.” ~ Brian Williams’
ha ha ha; good one...
third grade, the teacher started crying after receiving a note at the door
Getting ready for Thanksgiving with my two pre-schoolers in Evanston, Il. My mother, from Boston, liked to take us to the Cape Cod Room at the Drake Hotel in Chicago to have Lobster. After all, the Pilgrims landed where lobster was plentiful, turkeys not so much.
I still prefer lobster, but really hard to get in Spokane.
I had just turned 16, gotten my driver’s license and school was closed for a Sweet Potato Festival with a parade, beauty pageant and fair. Went joy-riding with my friends who did not have driver’s licenses.
Did not know that the scumbag Kennedy was dead until the next day.
I think I was in Kindergarten, also in Colonie NY.
Found this from a Fox News article. More TV trivia related to that day:
“Rehearsals for the pilot episode of “Bewitched” began on November 22, 1963 — just hours before the assassination of President John F. Kennedy.
The tragedy was particularly difficult for the show’s star, Elizabeth Montgomery (Samantha Stephens), and her husband, the show’s producer, Bill Asher.
‘They were friends with JFK,’ Herbie J. Pilato, author of “Twitch Upon A Star” and other books about classic television told Fox News.
‘Asher produced Kennedy’s birthday bash where Marilyn Monroe sang “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” It was a very hard time for everybody.’”
“C. S. Lewis and Aldous Huxley also died on November 22, 1963.”
Two very good writers, but polar opposites.
I didn’t know that...interesting!
“The Days of Our Lives” indeed...
I was a young newlywed of two months and living in Fort Worth Texas. I was in the laundry room. One of the maids came running in and said that the president had been shot. We both ran up to my apartment and watched the tv.
We will check your story, just so you know.
BTW, I understand that the Bactrian Camel soup is to die for. :)
In a Bodega in Madrid drinking Sangria and singing.
When people came running in with the news I thought they were joking. I told them that sort of thing only happened in 3rd world shitholes.
WHICH WE ARE NOW CLOSE TO BECOMING!!!
I was 11 and in 6th grade, and was the school’s flag boy — raising the flag in the morning and taking it down at the end of the day. Stunned and saddened, I had to lower the flag to half-staff.
I was 6 years old. All I remember is my mom and sister crying a lot.
8th grade Civics class Green Brook New Jersey age 13. then went to Algebra where the teacher repeated every prediction from 1960 that Kennedy would be assassinated, then all of us were sent home, no buses, walking, passed by several homes where people were weeping, watched everything on an old black and white TV including Oswald being shot. I remember thinking at first that no one assassinated Presidents any more and that it did not make any sense to shoot Kennedy. My grandfather later told me I was witnessing history just like his grandfather had heard the news of the Lincoln assassination in Georgia before escorting his prisoner Jefferson Davis to the federal prison at Fort Monroe before going home to be mustered out in Ohio.
8 days away from turning 3!
Sixth-grader in Virginia Beach. Our teacher walked into the room and said that the president had been shot.
My aunt saw JFK just beyond armreach on the street as the motorcade went by. While driving home she heard on the car radio that he had been shot.
My mothers birthday is also the 27th.
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