I was 7. While I was aware of the JFK assassination I was too young to know who he was or what he did. The Beatles while a big thing was mostly in 1964 for somewhat older yutes. I began to appreciate them as their career and the 60s rolled on. The first Presidential election I was somewhat aware of was 1968 with Nixon winning. I had reached the grand old age of 11 by then.
Good memories
I remember the afternoon he was shot, all the TeeVee coverage, and later the funeral procession with the caisson pulled by horses ... it was televised.
I guess I was one of those older "yutes" in 1964, I was 14 and remember The Beatles arrival like it was yesterday (no pun intended).
That makes us the same age.
I remember being happy that school was dismissed early and when I got home my mom yelled at me for being excited because the reason was, the president got shot.
I pretended to be sad but didn't see how that affected me much. I didn't know him and didn't think it had anything to do with my life.
I remember the space program as I was interested in it even at that age.
I was older (probably9-10) when I found out we were at war in Viet Nam. I kept hearing reports of deaths and injuries on the field daily on the radio and finally asked my dad why they kept talking about it.
He told me then that we were at war.
I did find that sobering. And I NEVER approved of the way our troops were treated on their return home. Typical nasty leftists.
When JFK was assassinated I was in My playpen and Mom was folding laundry, We were in the TV room and I remember Mom freaking out and crying. I remember the picture on the TV. It was JFK being shot. I didn’t know what was wrong just the same picture over and over and Mom crying.
A few years later I was able to put things together when I saw the video of Him being shot then I knew why Mom was crying.
I was just over 2 years old when JFK was killed. I remember the scene in My mind clearly- looking over the top rail of the playpen, the B & W TV in the wood cabinet, Mom with the laundry basket and the folded stack of laundry and Her crying. It’s still clearly visible in My mind to this day.