Posted on 11/22/2013 10:10:12 AM PST by Kaslin
I really hate all this crap about JFK, trying to make him some sort of pagan Saint or something
I was in my mother’s womb.
So was I.
My 3rd grade class was missing out on recess because they had to practice for a choral performance. I, on the other hand, was out enjoying my recess because I was excused from choral due to not being able to sing on key. (What’s a key?) A classmate suffering the same affliction came up to me with the news. I responded that she was lying and after a bit of a scuffle we were all called into class and given the official word.
I was in school changing class when it came over the loudspeaker. The cheers were deafening.
To say he was unpopular in Florida would be an understatement.
It was during the lunch break at high school. I was a sophomore. A kid came up to me and said he had just returned from home and had heard that Kennedy had been shot.
Within seconds it was all over school but we didn’t know he was dead at that time. I do remember the mood kept getting more and more somber as the day went on. The Principal came on the av system during our first class after lunch. He simply told us that the president was dead.
In elementary school class, when it was announced over the classroom speakers and the teacher started crying. When she stopped crying, she said what had happened, and asked, “children, what will happen now?” We all replied, “the Soviets will take over.”
>> “I was in my mothers womb.”
>> So was I.
You were in Wayne’s mom’s womb? Freaky.
Honestly... my dad being a very conservative person... wasn't cheering, but he wasn't all that sad either.
“”I was in my mothers womb.”
So was I.”
I was doing back flips in the womb!
I was in Dallas, but in school at the time. When it happened, the school piped in a radio station over the PA system and that’s all we did for the rest of the school day.
After school I went home and my mother hadn’t heard about it. She was shocked when I told her. I then went on my paper route for the Dallas Times Herald (no longer there) and they already had it for the a afternoon papers - in a big headline. People were stopping their cars on the street, when I was out on the route, offering to buy a paper from me, but I couldn’t sell them, as I was given the precise number for delivery.
That was quite a day. AND ... from then on, for the next three days there was just about nothing else on the news. The entire country just stopped dead - at that point in time and for the next three days.
I just heard some commentator on fox news say we should be greatful to JFK for getting us out of the Cuban Missile crisis. No mention of who CAUSED the Cuban missile crisis. Turned the TV off......
>> I really hate all this crap about JFK
I don’t hate it per se... I’m just tired of it. “Where were you when JFK was shot?” At this point, what difference does it make??!?
Anyway, what I really wish is that I could have an opportunity to remember where I was when a different president bought the farm. ;-)
Does this mean we’re twins?
Loading my aircraft in Japan for a flight to Vietnam to help the “Advisers” deal with Kennedy’s war!
Where was I? IN A FREE COUNTRY! that’s where....
I was in school, a Catholic grammar school, so you can imagine how it was. Only the Pope being shot would have been a bigger deal. They herded us all into the church next door to the school so we could all pray for the President. Nuns were crying. Finally one of the priests stood in front of us and said, “I’m sorry to tell you, our beloved President has died.”
I was standing on a grassy knoll in Dallas “cleaning my rifle”.
Actually, I was 5 so I was in kindergarten.
I was still in God’s imagination, but had I been alive, I would like to think that I would be mourning the death of the great C.S. Lewis who died that same day.
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