Where were YOU when JFK bought it?

[GoldenAge50s]

I was 23 yrs old & got drafted into the Army Nov 20 1963. I was in my 2nd day of boot camp @ Ft Jackson SC. We were in a meeting room for some kind of orientation when a Capt came into the room & announced to all what had happened.

That weekend I had cleanup duty in the Hdqters Office so got to see alot of it unfold on TV. The day of the funeral there were special formations to attend & limited training.

Will never forget those 1st few days of service!

[thedutymon]

Morning,

I was 7 and still remember it, was sent home from school and I remember my Dad got home from work shortly after (He was sent home). I remember how angry he was..............years later I figured out why that was, it wasn't of course just because the President had been killed, he was his Brother in a sense, my Dad fought in WWII and Korea, and to him Kennedy was part of a as they say, a Band of Brothers although of course they never met....he was still part of his select group with a shared experience. I also remember how happy and elated he was when Oswald got smoked!!!

For three days we did nothing but watch TV, all 3 channels, that's all there was.

Neil

[powderfinger]

at St. Susanna's Roman Catholic Elementary in Harvey, Illinois. A great deal was made of the fact that JFK was the first Roman Catholic president in the country's history.

The principal, Sister Veronica, came into the room, whispered something into the ear of Miss Hanchar (the only teacher in the building that wasn't a nun) then turned to us and told us the president had been shot, but it wasn't known if he had died. The entire student population was taken to the church, and about a half hour later, the rosary was interrupted by the church pastor who had started the Catholic Prayer for the Dead. As soon as I heard the words, "Eternal rest grant unto him, oh Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him," I knew-we all knew-the president was gone. A lasting, indelible memory, caught in the mind of an 11-year-old.

[WhenItWasAHobby]

I was a few months away from turning 5 in a rural town in Western PA. I recall being outside playing and a girl across the street came up and told me that the president had been shot. I went inside and my mother was already watching the TV coverage. For the next 3 days that was all that was on TV. Without question one of the most striking memories of my childhood.

[drmondobueno]

It was another long day at Del Rosa Elementary, San Bernardino. I had transferred in a few weeks before and did not know too many of the kids. for some reason I cannot remember our teacher's name although we all liked him. He had a habit of losing his toupe and making us all laugh.

But that morning, a messenger came in with his clipboard, and we were informed the President had been shot in Dallas. That was all we were told. I remember the girl in font of me gasping in shock, covering her mouth. I was numb. When the messenger came back a little over an hour later, I think we all knew. A few people started crying, and our teacher sat down and said it would be all right if we wanted to pray.

A few days later, when Oswald was shot, all I could think is what was wrong with this country, where people could just indiscriminately shoot people, nobody was trying to stop these things from happening, it made no sense to me. Out of the mouth of babes.....

[RichardSimon]

I was in my college hallway when a female student came running down the hallway screaming as loud as she could: "every President that has been elected in a zero year has died in office." She screamed this over and over. We all looked at her like she was crazy then walked into our classrooms. Someone (don't remember who, student? prof?) then told us what happened but our professor would not dismiss us, though every other class was dismissed.

[Ease]

Originally Posted by RichardSimon

our professor would not dismiss us, though every other class was dismissed.

Did the prof just continue on with class?!?!