1st grade in Lexington AL. Went to the office to pick up something for my teacher. While there, the principal comes running though the office yelling, “The President just got shot!”
Went back to my room, sat down and nudged my buddy, “Hey, the President just got shot.”
“Nuh uh.”, he said.
The rest of the story is history.
My Dad was still trying to hit on my Mom.
I lived in a suburb of Washington DC (My dad was stationed at the Navy Annex) and I remember seeing my mom sitting in front of the television crying.
Having a party because JFK got capped?
I was in the third grade, and I was in the hallway getting water to wash my homeroom’s blackboards (it was my turn). That’s where I heard the news of the assassination. I’ll never forget that moment.
The other thing I remember about those days was the air raid drills. We’d all go down to the school’s basement and sit on the dusty concrete floor. I remember that dusty floor.
Anyway, Let’s Go Brandon.
When my parents had the week off like so many other people did that week they conceived me.
Three years old, still living in Canada. Mother and I were riding public transportation and the JFK news had hit the CBC.
I was at school. We weren’t told but the teachers all knew and were somber. We were sent home a little early. It was on TV when I got home.
My Mom picked me up from second grade on a rainy day in Kansas City. She was crying. That was very unusual.
I was a baby of 3 years but I remember clearly my mom crying as I sat on the floor with her watching tv but not understanding what made her so sad.
Walking out of general science class in 8th grade. Heard he got shot between two others.
Saddened by his funeral. If I had known about his fathers shenanigans during ww2...and his intemperate womanizing...and the fake adoration, and Cook County, Illinois...my feeling of loss would have been less. Still ugly mess. People forget Officer J.D. Tippet. He died trying to apprehend Oswald.
I was in school. They announced over the intercom that the President was dead and then a little while later they sent us all home and we didn’t go back to school until the next week. It was like 911 everyone just sat around and watched the TV all day and night.
Seventeen years later, my first son was born on that day. No one ever forgets his birthday.
I was 26 days away from being born, on Interstate 10 near Palm Springs in a 1962 Thunderbird.
five weeks old
barely remember the details of that day. :)
Gulf of Tonkin aboard USS Taluga.
Just turned 2.
Trimming lettuce in the produce department of a supermarket in my hometown at the time. I will NEVER forget it.
I also remember where I was when Malcom X was killed. I was being shown how to play pool by a group of black guys while I was stationed in Germany. A young black GI slammed open the door and screamed what had happened and said he was going to go kill a white guy. Five seconds after he left the door opened and he said—”sorry Petey”. We all just continued to play pool as if nothing had happened.
In second grade. I clearly remember us boys making bets if Connally would survive or not. Sounds pretty morbid but it’s exactly what happened.