Posted on 11/19/2013 7:43:13 AM PST by US Navy Vet
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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.
/johnny
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.
...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.
Same with my husband, LOL
I was in the third grade on the playground during recess. All I could think of at the time was how would I be able to stand the constant references to the Kennedys and Camelot for the next fifty years. Not to mention the endless parade of killers, drunks, adulterer’s, drug abusers, bad skiers, lying bastards and America haters that were the spawn of that old Nazi loving bootlegger Joe Kennedy that continue to haunt the political landscape to this day. I wept aloud as I realized the legacy of this POS Kennedy clan would forever be linked with the craven, inane, criminal, socialist drivel of the left as a cultural reference point to destroy the United States of America.
I was 11 and in 5th grade. We came back from lunch recess and learned that JfK had been shot. We got to go home and watch those haunting black and white images for the next 5 days.
‘Twasn’t even a gleam in my daady’s eye, yet.
Yeah I was still hanging around with my Dad too!
Immediately after school, I had an appointment with a federal income tax guy questioning my income tax return about a rental house we owned. When I met with him, we talked about Kennedy being killed and the income tax question wasn't that important to him or me at that time.
I had asked a real estate agent in that town how to report whatever that was about the house, and the guy said I was told wrong and he adjusted my income tax return. I don't recall it cost me any money. If it did, it must not have been much as I don't remember writing a check.
That's one reason I will always remember where I was as one doesn't get questioned about an income tax return very often.
I was in 7th grade, on lunch break. I never liked Kennedy (or any other dem) but it was a horrible shock.
5th grade in the Atlanta area (DeKalb County), coming back from a restroom break after lunch. Someone in the hall told me what happened in a whisper but I couldn’t understand them. When I got back in class, the teacher was telling the class what happened. We were off from school Monday when the funeral was conducted.
I was in kindergarten in Stratford, CT out of the playground when a woman came out of a house on the far side of the playground screaming that Kennedy had been shot.
Yikes,that couldn't have been much fun...particularly after the Cuban Missile Crisis.My sister lives within a mile from the runways of Westover AFB which is where a lot of maintenance of C-5s takes place.Those thinks are flying over her house constantly...and they are LOUD! But looking up at them at 500 feet *is* impressive.
It was 3:30 pm. Our high school gym coach called us into formation and announced “The President has been shot and seriously wounded”. But then his assistant called out from across the gym, “The President is dead!”
Someone asked, “Does this mean war with the Russians?”
In the hallway, girls were crying. When I got home, LBJ had already been sworn in, and TV coverage was nonstop for the next four days.
I would learn why the riderless horse following the casket had boots reversed in the stirrups.
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