Where was I 3.1415926... years ago? Eating Pie.
3rd grade too. Janitor came in after lunch with hat in hand to tell the nun.
Whole school sent to church to pray the rosary for him. Lots of our moms were there too.
First time I ever saw my Dad cry.
5th.
In My playpen in front of the TV with Mom folding clothes in the same room.
I remember watching the TV and suddenly Mom screamed and started crying. So I started to cry with Her.
Years later when I saw a replay of JFK getting shot, then it sank in why Mom screamed and cried and what I’d seen.
I was 2 years and 4 months old at the time of the murder.
We had just moved from San Antonio to Indiana.
Husband was in the Air Force and was at work, so I was at home with our 7 month old son.
I recognized Dealy Plaza immediately because after the underpass we always took the wrong turn and got lost.
This was before the interstate highways bypassed downtown Dallas.
I was 3 months pregnant and very emotional, verging on panic.
Later, he was able to call home. Said they were on alert and he would be home when he could.
Over the next few days I suffered an early miscarriage.
I was 6, so in the first grade, I think. But for some reason, I was home (sick?) and remember seeing the assassination reporting on “live” TV, and being both very sad and confused.
Three years until I was a gleam in my father’s eye.
Decades later, my mother (both my parents had voted for JFK) admitted to me that Kennedy was a horrible president. And he was.
I was in third grade. I found out after mom came and picked us up from school.
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.
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.
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.
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 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….
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