Skip to comments.Extreme VANITY/Where were you and what were you doing when you heard of JFK's Assasination?
Posted on 11/19/2013 7:43:13 AM PST by US Navy Vet
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I was in 1st or second grade, they closed school early and sent us home
I didnt know why, really, but did see the funeral on TV and remember the newspaper front page with oswald getting shot
Third or fourth period French class, sophomore year.
Worse shock yet to come when Ruby shot Oswald live on tv.
Not a happy Thanksgiving that year.
I was 8 years old. I remember walking into the living room and mom was kneeling on the floor in front of the tv, crying.
Soph in college driving to my part time afternoon job.
Probably lying in a bassinet, asleep or maybe crying for a bottle...so I guess I didn’t hear about it until much, much later.
Eighth grade, Louisiana History class I believe it was, right after lunch hour.
I remember thinking, “Oh, no! Now this bunch of gangster Irish punks, thugs, rapists, murderers and buck-toothed, stupid, cow-like women will be on the front page of magazines for the rest of my life!”
I had claimed my brain hurt, or some similar excuse.
We were home because it was parent teacher conference day down in Whittier. I was ten and remember my older sister crying. Watched the coverage that weekend on our black and white tv.
"What a dumb ass thing to do," I said to myself.
Just then my Grandmother opened the garage door and said, "The President's been shot!"
At home, it was non-stop TV coverage for many days.
Honestly...it was my earliest memory. I was a little more than 1, and I remember seeing the TV through the bars of my playpen in the living room of our house. It showed a long line of black cars. and a lot of sad-looking people. That’s all I remember.
Sixth grade band class. Announcement over the intercom. Entire class stood in respect with head bowed. Girls cried. That’s what I remember.
In French class. University School, Shaker Heights, Ohio. Excused for the day, but I lived in the dorm, so we just watched the tv for the rest of the day.
1st grade, at a Catholic school. Our priest came and whispered something to our teacher, and we were dismissed early.
Was in 8th grade and when I got home after 3 it was on TV. Was shocked that a Prez could be assassinated in “modern” times.
‘Twasn’t even a gleam in my daady’s eye, yet.
We cancelled all of our programs for a few weeks, including our Homecoming Dance.
Sister Maureen Regina’s sixth grade class. Sister Elizabeth Ann came on the PA and announced that Kennedy had been shot. You could hear little girls screaming all over the school.
Fifth grade, and our ten-year-old minds assumed the missiles would be flying any minute. They closed the school and we hurried home (we all walked in those days) so at least we could get nuked in comfortable surroundings.
My family was one of those families that thought Kennedy took orders from the Pope, so it was no big deal.
High School in the auditorium viewing a preview for the fall play. The Principal came in and said Kennedy had been shot and the play would be cancelled.
I was in third grade at school. Announcement came over the intercom.They closed the school and I walked home to my Mom sitting in the livingroom crying.
With friends playing golf. We were on the 6th hole at Oak Hill C.C when the greenskeeper stopped and told us.
It was/is my birthday. (11-22-43)
I was in the US Navy, in the Bay Of Florida, and we were salvaging a U2 plane that had been shot down by Castro.
We were all worried that a nuclear exchange with the Soviets was coming.
Mrs. Johnson’s 6th grade class in Opal B. Robinson school, Manhattan Beach, CA
School was closed for several days. I was playing basketball in the playground when the announcement came that Oswald was shot. My parents saw it happen live on TV.
Me - a glint in my future daddy’s eye.
Second grade....they announced it over the intercom and our teacher wheeled a TV into the classroom. Later that evening I remember my father saying, “Good riddance.”
Nowhere. I had yet to be conceived.
4th grade, on my way back to school from a dentist appointment. My grandmother was taking me when we heard it on the radio. When I got back to school there were people there leaving school and parents picking up their kids. The next several days we all watched the funeral. In 2001 I visited the museum at Dealy Plaza in Dallas. It was a moving experience and I actually felt like it had just happened. A really depressing day. Now I work just a couple of miles from there.
I was 3 and a half years old and it is one of my earliest memories. My 2 year old sister and me had been put down for a nap but, I awoke to hear my mother crying in the living room. She was a regular follower of, ‘As the World Turns’ which had been interrupted by Walter Cronkite.
Eglin AFB, had just moved into a new barracks room and was asleep as I had worked the midnight shift. Someone came into my room and woke me saying, “The President’s been shot!” And I thought yea, right and almost turned over to go back to sleep until I could hear the TV in the next room. I will never forget that my room had no curtains or shades yet and the sunlight was almost blinding. That is what I remember.
I was in third grade, home sick that day, so Mom and I watched it from the beginning on TV. Mom cried.
I was in 4th period music class at Edison Jr. High. Most of the teachers and girls were all torn up but most of us just saw it as a Friday afternoon off of school. Most of the guys I hung out with pretty much had heard the rumors and stories about his philandering and his mob connections as well as the fraudulent votes that took the popular vote for him in 1960. Even then, there was speculation that the mafia and/or Johnson had set up the hit and it would not have surprised any of us if he had. As a teenager, I didn’t think too much of him or his family and a lot of the adults I knew were not suprised that someone assassinated him. He was gone and then the mythical “camelot” BS was shoved up our backsides for years to come. He was only one turd in the Kennedy pile and the stench has lingered on forever.
I was in Mrs. Sherrod’s 3rd grade class at Woodmont School in Nashville, Tennessee. We were told not to be upset because he was not dead. But within a minute or two of turning on the television the we heard the death announcement.
I don't miss that part of the cold war. Living in the flight path of a SAC base was nerve wracking for a child.
I was unborn, but my Dad was at Camp Roberts, CA as a new tank Platoon leader, walking from the tank motor pool to the company hq building. He was in 4th BN, 73rd Armor Division. Part of CDAC (Combat Development Armor Center).
I was in 3rd grade, Mrs. Sparks class in Mississippi right after about 2 pm recess.
Another teacher came to the door and called Mrs. Sparks out into the hallway.
After a few minutes she came back in and closed the door behind her, which was kinda unusual since it was always left open. Then she solemnly announced to us that the president was shot in Dallas this morning and had died.........
I had just put my children in bed for their nap and had the TV on when the news flash came through.
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...freshman in HS over the address system, I was in wood shop sanding a wood bowl on a lathe. I couldn’t hear anything but when I looked up our instructor and other students were standing under the speaker and I could tell right away it wasn’t good.
I remember I was in a small high school sophomore World History class when the principal knocked on the door, opened it, and made the announcement. The teacher (his wife), like us students, was stunned. The teacher told us that she waited for a punch line but none came.
I recall getting home and turning on the TV. The news was being covered on the 3 available networks. My parents had been gone for the day were unaware until they saw the news on the TV.
3rd grade.Everyone was sent home.People crying and saying WW3 was going to start.
Nothing cancelled that day or following, however.