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.
I was in the garage waxing my car and listening to country music on the radio, they broke in and said the President had been shot.
I hadn’t voted for JFK but it was a shock and like millions in the country I was saddening.
I was a freshman, 13 in HS, in algebra class, when the news came over the PA system. School dismissed for 3-4 days. Mom & Dad came home from work, and my younger sister and M&D watched TV for 3 days, non-stop. I remember it all.
On my way home after visiting with the Navy recruiter
I was a Senior at FSU, and at the time JFK was shot, was drinking coffee in “The Corner,” a combination book store and coffee shop across the street FRom the Psychology Building.
Did not know he had been shot until I joined a group of students listening to a car radio nearby.
We were born very close. I had been three for only 4 weeks. I remember my mom crying as they showed the funeral and she told me the President was dead.
Daydreaming in the 4th grade; as I gazed out the classroom window, I noticed the principal lowering the flag to half staff. I remember wondering why he was doing that.........
I learned the word "assassination" that day....
We also lost C.S. Lewis and Hemingway that day.
Yep
I had returned home from the morning kindergarten session. It was a week before my 5th birthday. Later that day, my mother was talking on the phone with a friend and I remember her saying “what about that grassy knoll they were talking about. They aren’t saying anything about the grassy knoll”. Was annoyed when Captain Kangaroo was canceled for the funeral.
Second row first seat in Mrs. Plump’s algebra I class (8th grade).
Right under the wall-mounted loudspeaker.
I was in first year of grad school (still under Korean GI Bill)...
I was four years old. It was my sister’s sixth birthday and mother says in spite of the gloom of the day we tried to have a little cheeriness for her special day. Of course, I didn’t understand at the time but I knew something bad had happened.
“I was like Joe Biden...pooping in my diapers.”
Yes, but how old were you?
“We also lost C.S. Lewis and Hemingway that day.”
Which Hemingway? Ernest Hemingway had been dead for over two years by then.
I was in my first grade classroom. Principal came over the intercom and told us the news. Another memory I have is my dad making me watch his funeral. He said..”this is something you will remember the rest of your life”. He was right, of course, but I didn’t grasp the gravity of it at the time. I remember feeling sad for Caroline and John John because they were close to my age.
8th grade…our teacher told us the shocking news after our lunch break. We obtained a radio and spent the afternoon listen to reports before school closed early.
Senior in high school, English class, when the announcement came over the intercom….
MPHS “Go Mustangs!” Charlotte, NC
Pregnant with my 3rd child.
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My Dad was a minister at a small church at the time. About 10 years ago, my brother and I were off on a road trip and we just happened to drop by the church and wandered in the cemetery looking for people we remembered from back then. I found the grave of a man whose wife used to keep me sometimes. I remember very well when this gentleman passed, but I did not remember that he died on 11-22-1963. That made me kind of step back and think. A lot of exposure to death in a short period. I had just turned 7 five days before.
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