It was on all 3 TV channels, I left to go shoot baskets up the street at my 2nd grade school playground in Beaverdam, Ohio.
Let’s see. My dad was 11 and my mom was 9. I was not even a twinkle yet
I was in 7th grade on a military base in Oklahoma. Earlier rumors had been spreading during lunch in the cafeteria that Kennedy had been shot. No one believed them at the time. The news was then formally told to us the next period.
It was received with mixed emotions. The girls cried but there were a lot comments like "It's about time".
It seems that time tempers our attitude but Kennedy wasn't that well liked until after the assassination. He went to Dallas because the politicians thought he had lost Texas and couldn't be re-elected.
Nothing...I am 73.
I hope that is helpful to this thread.
Getting ready to attend a high school football game. (Since, I am 72, I don’t think it was 75 years ago.)
Apparently product of government school math.
I was still an infant in 1945.
Interesting question. I know at least 50% of me was in my mother, and the other 50% was not yet created by my father. My youngest older brother was a mere 4 month old. My other sibs were in grade school.
CS Lewis, however, one of my heroes, would be taking his final breaths. And I think some philandering commie Massachusetts hill billy would be meeting his maker in Texas...
Anyway....I was in first grade. I usually walked to and from school, but the weather was bad that day and a neighbor lady who came to pick up her daughter gave me a ride home. My teacher hadn’t said anything about Kennedy, but the neighbor told us. I wasn’t exactly sure who Kennedy was, except for a memory that my father had seen him at McDonnell Aircraft when he visited in 1962, but I found out plenty in the days and weeks ahead. I can still picture all of the TV coverage. It was after that that I first started paying attention to politics and government. I watched the party conventions in 1964. I was a Goldwater man.
I was in high school drafting class when the announcement came over the intercom in the classroom. I was a sophomore. Classes were dismissed for the rest of the day.
I also remember I was upset because they decided to cancel the last football game of the season, a game I was scheduled to play in with the varsity team for the first time as a sophomore. Funny where your priorities are at that age.
But I was fascinated with the events surrounding the assassination. I rushed home from Sunday School and turned on our B&W TV to watch live as Jack Ruby shot and killed Lee Harvey Oswald in the Dallas police station parking garage. I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't tell anyone because no one else in my family was home from church yet.
I’ll assume you transposed the figures.
I was in the fifth grade. I cannot remember how I heard that JFK had been shot, but I remember playing touch football during recess. On our way back in to school, one of the teachers told no one in particular that he had died.
We were on split sessions. I was in the afternoon group. I got home at about 4:00. Mom was crying. It was the first time I ever saw my Mom cry.
We watched TV for most of the rest of the weekend. I think I saw LH Oswald get shot on live TV, but memory is a little fuzzy.
Was a junior in HS on my way from PE to a math class (57 years ago BTW) and on the outside basketball court, lower level, was passing Larry Peoples and he asked if I had heard the news (had not). He informed me Kennedy had been shot.
Dyslexia was perfected. Was it 57 or 75?
What was I doing? Trying to figure out how to treat my dyslexia.
Walking down the hall on the way to the locker room for 6th grade PE class, when Coach Cesarek sent us all back to our classrooms after telling us the news. The nuns were all crying and they sent us home for the rest of the day.
Think he was involved in it!
57 years ago I was in high school about to turn 15...Where I lived it was Saturday morning and my cheeky kid brother woke me up boasting I know something you dont know I know something you dont know and then told me that the American president, Kennedy had been assassinated...
swimming in my dads ballsack LOL
I “was still inside my dad”, as he and my mother-to-be were riding around the nation on his Indian motorcycle!