I was between classes in my freshman year at Pasadena City College and had gone
out to my car to get another book. I turned on the radio just in time to hear
the announcement. I just sat in my car and cried. I thought nothing could cloud
my future, but that was the end om my innocence. By the end of 1968 with Bobby
Kennedy's and Martin Luther King's assassinations, and losing 12
friends in Vietnam, I had become a realist.
I was 14 years old, home sick from school that day. Watching tv when Walter
Cronkite came on and said Kennedy had been shot. Felt it unbelievable that
something like this could happen to him, that maybe it would not be too serious.
Watched it as it happened from there, including the announcement of his death
reported later. Sad, sad day.
I was sitting in my 9th grade history class, watching the procession on TV. At
that age, I didn't fully understand what I had seen happen, and since my
parents were not Democrats, and had not voted for JFK, I didn't really know
much about him. As an adult, even though I am still a Republican, I have come to
appreciate the philosophies and efforts made by JFK at a difficult time in our
history. I lost two friends in Vietnam. It was a sad time.
I was sick and stayed home from school. I was helping my Mom do canning in the
kitchen watching the TV I saw it happen.
Eating lunch in the Sherman Elementary school cafeteria. I had a soggy tuna
fish sandwich in my hand when Mr. Doxey, the principal, announced the shooting.
I didn't feel much like finishing the sandwich. I was pretty stunned even
as a young kid. I'm still stunned and mad at the circus that's
surrounded the events and lack of truth involving any aspect of it.
I was in Kindergarten. I had just returned home for lunch and I remember my mom
had the radio on with the news about the assassination. My mom was a life long
Republican but she loved and voted for JFK so she was very upset with the news.
I remember not really understanding what was happening but being really
scared...because my mom seemed upset and scared. Later that day on our black and
white TV we watched the evening news that gave the details of the day. It was
probably too much for a 5 year old to try and process.
I was in morning kindergarten at Meadowbrook Elementary School in Bountiful, and had just gotten home from school.My Mom had been ironing and
was watching TV.She was sitting on the couch crying, and I asked her
what was wrong?She said, "The President of the United
Sates has been shot."---Many years later I was
coming home from college at the University of Utah, my Mom was again -
sitting on the couch, watching TV and crying.I'd seen this
before, "What's wrong?", I asked again."ANOTHER President of the United States has been shot!"
I was in 7th grade at Irving Jr High in Ms Law's Utah History class when
the announcement came over the loud speaker. School was immediately dismissed.
One of my friends said "Good, we get out of school early." I was so
distraught, I wanted to punch him out - but I didn't.
Walking the halls between classes at West Jordan Jr. High when the mascot was
the shamrocks instead of the lions. Sadly there were mixed feelings expressed by
the students, until the teachers brought us all back to reality. It became a
very shocking and sad day.
I was 8 years old in Mrs. Huffman's 3rd grade class in Indianapolis,
Indiana. Shortly after lunch, the vice principal came to our classroom and
whispered something to our teacher who then told us very somberly that we were
being dismissed early and our mothers would explain why when we got home. I walked to and from school and I remember being really worried all the
way home. The Bay of Pigs had happened the year before and people had been
afraid we would go to war with the Russians. So as I hurried home on that cold
November Friday afternoon, my first thought was that our country was finally at
war with the Soviet Union.When I got home, there was a bouquet of
roses on the tv set. It was my parents' 11th wedding anniversary. Instead
of my mom's soap operas, the news was on all 4 tv stations. For
the next several days, my 5 year old sister and I sat on the floor and watched
tv every waking moment. I felt so bad for Caroline Kennedy losing her daddy. I
adored my father and now I worried something might happened to him, too.
I was two years old,living in Taylorsville on Redwood Roadand about
I, too, was home sick from school that day, and in bed listening to my radio.
We were Canadians but "loved" JFK - his charisma, his accent, his hair!
My family spent the next 3 days glued to the tv set, except for Monday when I
had to go back to school after lunch, so missed the end of the funeral and at
Arlington National Cemetery. It was terribly, terribly sad and reading
everyone's Comments has brought it back and I sit here crying as I type.
I was sleeping late that morning, it was a Saturday, Nov. 23rd, about 9:00 a.m.
when I heard the news on the radio. I was in the 9th grade and it stunned me,
left me speechless to hear that Kennedy had been shot and killed. We were on the
other side of the International Date line and about 8 times zones away from
Texas.I lived on Okinawa at the time and we could only get radio
transmissions. No satellites back then. We had to wait a few days to get FILM
from the states to see what was happening. It was broadcast on AFRTS (Armed
forces radio and television service) so some of what we got was censored by the
I was 10 years old at school in Juneau Alaska. Someone came in and whispered
something to our teacher. She told us, we went home.s It seemed like we were
immediately sent home. I remember standing around the bar between kitchen and
living room, listening to the radio. Details are foggy, but I remember how
stunned and shocked I felt. I didn't know US Presidents could be killed.
Oh, much disillusionment for that little girl in the following decades. *cry*
Bobby Kennedy and ML King followed before I reached adulthood. No wonder the
late 60's were very cynical - or the birth of cynicism! I'm even MORE
cynical now! Aren't we all?!?
I was in English class taking an exam when our teacher interrupted.
“President Kennedy has been shot and is apparently dead,” she said.
A chill went down my spine. The guy sitting next to me had a stunned expression.
Minutes later, the teacher had an update. “The President has been
seriously wounded.” That news gave me a surge of hope that he was still
alive and might pull through.Class ended and I went to the cafeteria
for lunch. As I began to eat, the vice principal came in and got on the speaker
system. “President Kennedy has been assassinated,” he announced.
From across the cafeteria came the pitiful heart-wrenching wail of a teenage
girl.America came to a halt for four days now frozen in memory.
Family’s huddled in front of TV sets in a national experience of
unrelenting grief such as I hope to never experience again. Afterwards, we moved
on as we must. But things did not feel the same and that became the new normal.
I was a third grader at Falcon Elementary School, located at Altus Air Force
Base, Oklahoma. On that fateful day, the principal of our school interrupted
the classes over the public address system to make the somber announcement.
When he told us that President Kennedy had been assassinated, a shocked gasp
reverberated throughout the classroom, followed by a pall of deathly silence.
Then, as though to give voice to the devastation all of us in the room were
feeling at the time, a classmate who sat in front and to the right of me broke
the silence when she plopped her arms and head on her desk and sobbed,
“Our President is dead!”
Continued from previous post:We wept.The Nation wept.For the next several days, millions of us were glued to our
black-and-white television sets as we watched Walter Cronkite and other
journalists chronicle this surreal tragedy. We were likewise riveted to our
televisions as we watched the funeral proceedings. Even today, I can still hear
the cadence of the drums. I can still hear the note the bugler bobbled as he
played Taps—a poignant metaphor of the unsteadiness the entire Nation was
feeling at that time. I can still see the grieving widow. I can still see
young John F. Kennedy Jr. saluting his father’s casket.
I was 7 years old in Marin County and only remembered what was on the news
daily. Yes, I was sad. Two years ago I went to DC for the first time to see my
son in the USMC and he took me to Arlington to see JFK grave site along with his
wife to his side.
I was in science class with a bunch of crying girls.JFK was a great
I was 5 years old just home from early Kindergarten. Heard it on the radio.
Spent the next four days glued to the TV.
I was 12 years old and standing in line for food at the school cafeteria. A
teacher came by, very upset, and said President Kennedy had been shot. It was
all very sad. Then, as a high school senior, I was just leaving the house for
school when I heard Bobby had been shot. I was devastated! I just could not
believe it---this horrible tragedy repeated in the same family! What a loss for
our country. I still believe Bobby would have gone on to win the Presidential
election, and I wonder how it might have changed the course of history.
I knew it had a big impact on my parents. I was 1 day younger than Caroline.
They were Republicans but a very big fans of JFK for the job he was trying to
do.This summer, after visiting DC for the first time and reading the
quotes at his gravesite in Arlington, I have read and watched and learned more
about him in the last 4 months than all the rest of my life put together. Also
listened to the speech he gave in the SLC Tabernacle on Youtube. He
did have a couple of real faults and failings but other than those blind spots,
I think he was a good person and really did work for and agonize for our
the thing that irked me was that was all that was on TV for the next week, on
all 3 channels
I was 6 years old, just a few weeks short of 7, so I must have been in 1st
Grade. But honestly, I cannot remember where I was, or how I learned that JFK
had been shot. This is out of character for me, as I have very vivid memories
of many childhood events. But my memories of JFK being shot are limited to
sitting very close to the TV to watch the funeral. While my parents
were very conservative, and did not vote for JFK, I still understood that it was
a terrible tragedy that someone would kill the President of the United
States.I've never been able to wrap my mind around the
adoration so many have for JFK. Even back then, before so much of the truth
became public, people knew that he wasn't a very honorable man. Perhaps
his assasination gave him some type of martyr status.
where was JFK when I was shot?