Posted on 11/22/2020 8:53:24 AM PST by JBW1949
November 22, 1963
I was 11 months old but my memory escapes me what I was doing.
LOL...I’d say so...
Probably sitting on the living room floor as my parents watched the news. I was 3. This is of course assuming that we are talking late November 63.
“Learning arithmetic”
LOL
1. “Blood — human blood— has been taken into the President’s Hospital room!”
2. “Lyndon Johnson’s last SHOT at the Presidency Was in 1960!”
I was in 1st Grade, I remember the Teachers all crying!
I remember it was a Friday, because we were let off of school for the rest of the day plus Monday (and I think maybe Tue too).
At the age of eight I was quite Me-centered, and so my reaction was one of excitement. We get free days off from school! And my folks finally broke down & immediately bought a tiny B&W TV! TV, do you hear me - TV! And wow man, can you believe something like this is really happening, that only happens in the movies!
The excitement continued when I watched live as Ruby shot Oswald.
But my perspective changed from excited to somber. First, watching the funeral live. And then, the day school resumed I noticed 2 classmates - Terry & Paula - standing at the edge of the playground talking quietly together, and their cheeks were wet. I thought, "Huh? What's up with them?" And then I realized, Oh no! They're both Catholic. They really loved JFK. And this is grief & mourning that I'm seeing.
That really changed my perspective.
75 years? You mean 57? I was in the 4th grade and we got sent home early.
I was 3 and a half years old.
Incidentally, I was born on JFK’s 43rd birthday (May 29, 1960}. a source of great personal pride.
Wish he would be remembered on his date of birth rather than on the tragic day of his assassination.
Yes I remember that like it was yesterday. It was frightening for an 11 yr old. I was watching tv before church.
Yeah, mistyped...LOL...But probably got more comments with my flub...Everyone got a good laugh...
That’s worth the mistake...
LOL!
75 years ago I was but a twinkle in my father’s eye.
November 22, 1945 (Thursday)
British Conservative Deputy Leader Anthony Eden told the House of Commons that the first duty of the United Nations should be to “take the sting out of nationalism.” Eden also said that “the United Nations ought to review their Charter in the light of the discoveries about atomic energy which were not before us when the Charter was drawn up. Nothing showed more clearly the hold that nationalism has upon us all than the decision of that Conference to retain the power of veto. Surely in the light of what has passed since San Francisco the United Nations ought to look at that again, and, having looked at it, I hope they will unanimously decide that the retention of such a provision in the Charter is an anachronism in the modern world.”[20]
The famous Hollywood Canteen, which catered to Allied servicemen and women during the war, shut its doors.
I wasn’t a twinkle in my daddy’s eye.
I wasn’t doing anything. But my dad was returning from Europe with boxes of grabbed Nazi gear and black and white pictures of the death camps.
Actually, I mistyped “57 years” but that’s OK...It doesn’t matter...
Lot of people have had fun with this...
I wasn’t doing anything yet, but Daddy was thinking Mamma was looking mighty perdy tonight.
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