At the time, surplus firearms and ammunition were available by mail order. You could purchase an anti-tank gun or a anti-aircraft gun through the mail as easily as a rifle.
Ad for hanguns pre Gun Control Act of 1968
Posted on 11/22/2025 3:54:18 AM PST by Oldeconomybuyer
8 years old, sitting at home here in AZ from school eating lunch with mom, big sister burst through the door yelling “The president’s been shot!”. I almost jumped up and hit the ceiling. My mom was unbelieving and trying to get her to calm down for about 20-30 secs and suddenly Cronkite’s voice broke into the programming on the TV announcing that: “Here is a bulletin from CBS News in Dallas, Texas. Three shots were fired at President Kennedy’s motorcade... the first reports say President Kennedy has been seriously wounded”.
Truly at bolt out of the blue for this then 8 year old. I remember it like it was yesterday
APee doing their part to advance a narrative.
At the time, surplus firearms and ammunition were available by mail order. You could purchase an anti-tank gun or a anti-aircraft gun through the mail as easily as a rifle.
Ad for hanguns pre Gun Control Act of 1968
To quote Mark Twain “Now only the whiteheads remember”.
First grade, 3 months into school and the principle put the radio on over the PA system, teachers ran into the hallway, came back crying. Live in Irving, just next to Dallas, dad worked downtown, our church was one block from the house where Lee Harvey Oswald was holding his rifle in that photo.
Sitting in 6th grade classroom (Mr. Barone was the teacher) and they rolled in a cart with a TV so we could watch the unfolding news...
In 10th grade biology class in Baltimore when Ms. Iddings — without a doubt the most beautiful high school teacher I have ever laid eyes on — rushed into the classroom crying.
Just started Kindergarten at Palm Elementary School in Hacienda Heights, CA. Miss McKinney the teacher. I was already hot for teacher, she was gorgeous. I have my kindergarten class picture. Teachers were lean back then.
Too young to remember anything about Dallas. Was probably too busy thinking about the teacher. Didn’t Van Halen have a song “Hot for Teacher” or something like that.
But 9-11 was more meaningful because my son was living in NYC. It was 5 hours before we got a call.
How old are you my freeper friend?
I’ll be 82 in January.
I was heading to my college after school job listening to the radio when the news of the shooting blared from the radio. Was stunned albeit had I been voting age I would have voted for Nixon. LBJ came into power and the country went on a downslope.
I was in Dallas that day. I rode by the downtown jail that held Oswald an there were many policemen on the streets. I came home and two days later watched Ruby shoot Oswald on live TV. Those were scarry days.
It was so stupid...none of us could vote.
And when I told my dad, he sat me down...and told me about bootlegging and said "don't believe everything you read".
I was about 4.75 years old on November 22, 1963, but I don’t remember what I was doing when the news broke. Many years later, I asked my mom about it, and she told me I was playing in a sandbox when it happened.
A classmate who went home for lunch returned with the news that the President was shot. My 3rd grade teacher Mrs. Johnson dismissed it until an announcement was made over the intercom. Many tears. I watched TV news over the following days. Even as an 8-year old I think I understood the historic nature of the assignation and subsequent events.
This ushered in LBJ who was hell bent on destroying America.
I was in a Sandbox as Well.
Woodrow Wilson Elementary school
San Bernardino CA.
I was in the basement of the Cameron Villege Penny’s store when I heard the news.
I hurried back to the House and met the visiting president of the campus Young Republicans club who said “well, we just lost the election”
I was in first grade. They didn’t announce it at school. Most kids walked or took their bikes to school but it was a rainy day and a neighbor lady who had come for her daughter offered me a ride home and she told us. I remember the somber music continuously on TV, and the cadence of the drums as Kennedy’s casket was carried through the streets. I remember the murder of Oswald. It was a huge growing-up moment for me. I followed the news of the aftermath of the assassination for some time on TV and in the magazines my parents bought me. That was also the beginning of my interest in government and politics.
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