Posted on 11/19/2013 7:43:13 AM PST by US Navy Vet
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Sister Maureen Regina’s sixth grade class. Sister Elizabeth Ann came on the PA and announced that Kennedy had been shot. You could hear little girls screaming all over the school.
Fifth grade, and our ten-year-old minds assumed the missiles would be flying any minute. They closed the school and we hurried home (we all walked in those days) so at least we could get nuked in comfortable surroundings.
My family was one of those families that thought Kennedy took orders from the Pope, so it was no big deal.
High School in the auditorium viewing a preview for the fall play. The Principal came in and said Kennedy had been shot and the play would be cancelled.
I was in third grade at school. Announcement came over the intercom.They closed the school and I walked home to my Mom sitting in the livingroom crying.
With friends playing golf. We were on the 6th hole at Oak Hill C.C when the greenskeeper stopped and told us.
It was/is my birthday. (11-22-43)
I was in the US Navy, in the Bay Of Florida, and we were salvaging a U2 plane that had been shot down by Castro.
We were all worried that a nuclear exchange with the Soviets was coming.
Mrs. Johnson’s 6th grade class in Opal B. Robinson school, Manhattan Beach, CA
School was closed for several days. I was playing basketball in the playground when the announcement came that Oswald was shot. My parents saw it happen live on TV.
Me - a glint in my future daddy’s eye.
/ls
Second grade....they announced it over the intercom and our teacher wheeled a TV into the classroom. Later that evening I remember my father saying, “Good riddance.”
Nowhere. I had yet to be conceived.
/johnny
4th grade, on my way back to school from a dentist appointment. My grandmother was taking me when we heard it on the radio. When I got back to school there were people there leaving school and parents picking up their kids. The next several days we all watched the funeral. In 2001 I visited the museum at Dealy Plaza in Dallas. It was a moving experience and I actually felt like it had just happened. A really depressing day. Now I work just a couple of miles from there.
I was 3 and a half years old and it is one of my earliest memories. My 2 year old sister and me had been put down for a nap but, I awoke to hear my mother crying in the living room. She was a regular follower of, ‘As the World Turns’ which had been interrupted by Walter Cronkite.
Eglin AFB, had just moved into a new barracks room and was asleep as I had worked the midnight shift. Someone came into my room and woke me saying, “The President’s been shot!” And I thought yea, right and almost turned over to go back to sleep until I could hear the TV in the next room. I will never forget that my room had no curtains or shades yet and the sunlight was almost blinding. That is what I remember.
I was in third grade, home sick that day, so Mom and I watched it from the beginning on TV. Mom cried.
I was in 4th period music class at Edison Jr. High. Most of the teachers and girls were all torn up but most of us just saw it as a Friday afternoon off of school. Most of the guys I hung out with pretty much had heard the rumors and stories about his philandering and his mob connections as well as the fraudulent votes that took the popular vote for him in 1960. Even then, there was speculation that the mafia and/or Johnson had set up the hit and it would not have surprised any of us if he had. As a teenager, I didn’t think too much of him or his family and a lot of the adults I knew were not suprised that someone assassinated him. He was gone and then the mythical “camelot” BS was shoved up our backsides for years to come. He was only one turd in the Kennedy pile and the stench has lingered on forever.
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