I was in my 6th grade class here in CA.
I was 14 years away from being born.
I had just come out of Geology class at the University of Tennessee, walking up to the snack bar on the hill, where a TV was on.
I then headed back to the frat house to watch the drama.
I was managing an unknown group of unknown notalents called the Beatles.
I remember....I was in my Homeroom English class...my teacher, a black, disabled, woman (in 1964!) stood at the front of the class as it was announced over the intercom that the President had been assassinated. Maybe some of us no longer think about it because....1) Kennedy’s image was a created one, that has since been debunked and 2) we are tired of the Kennedy’s.....and for the first time in 64 years there is to be NO KENNEDY in Congress! Farewell to the Kennedy’s....thank heaven.
I noticed that it passed this year with nary a mention, at least not that I say.
I was in study hall in the old high school, my junior year.
No basketball game or pep rally happened. They finally let us go home early after dither about what to do. Many people crying. All of us just in shock for four days. And glued to the TV.
Went to church on Sunday and missed the on air assassination of Oswald.
I still remember exactly where I was when the news was broadcast over the company intercom.
Also if Romney is still an abortionist, Obama is the killer in chief of every unborn fetus not wanted by the mother.
My dad was assigned to Altus AFB (AFOSI) and that night he came home with a .38. He had done that during the Cuban Middile Crisis too. Never before, never after.
In the garage waxing my Ranchero listening to the radio when they broke in with news of the assassination, I was stunned and saddened though I was a Republican.
i was watching tv in my room. didn’t care much for his politics but felt awful. given more time i think he would have been a great president.
I was in my 7th grade class
Nov 22, 1963 was a Friday, and our high school was scheduled to play our arch-rival that evening. There had been some bad blood and a few unsavory extra-curricular activities after the prior year’s game, and there were rumors that the game would be cancelled.
Early in the afternoon, we were told that the President had been shot, and we were to be dismissed at once. On the way out the door, one of my fellow students said that he didn’t believe the story about the President, that the game was being canceled, and that they were just telling us that so that we would go home in an orderly fashion. Someone else said, “Hey, genius—I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t tell us that Kennedy had been shot unless he had actually been shot!” (Duh!)
The news that he had died took a little while longer to arrive. I overheard it on somebody’s radio. Needless to say, the game, like almost all games that night, was not played.
From the perspective of years, I was dead and didn’t know it.
Hell, I don't even know... much less care.
The Kennedys - all of them - proved to be major disappointments, if not outright embarrassments, and criminals. None of which I want to even think about today.
I was in 8th grade history class.
I was popping Mary’s cherry.