Where were you on Nov 22, 1963?

Texas1941

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Forty seven years is a long time. It's been quite a while since anyone asked me were I was when I heard that Jack Kennedy was dead, but I still remember where I was and who told me as clearly as any memory I have of my youth.

I was in the 8th grade. I was just finishing lunch when the typing teacher, Miss Austin, walked up to a couple of us and said "The President is dead. He was shot in Dallas.", and walked off. She looked so odd, we didn't believe her.

If you are old enough, where were you?
 
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My father was stationed in Germany and he was an avid hunter. I was with him on a hunting trip near Nuremberg. The news came late that night. We returned home the next AM. I was 15 and thought that this could not really be happening I think the Country at the time, was revitalized with the youthful figure of JFK as our leader.
It happens that I am at a hunting camp in SW AL and have been thinking about that time.
 
I was 22 years old in rosenberg texas as a foreman treating utility poles. We had got rained out and knocked off work early. Heard about it when I went back to the plaza hotel where I had a room.
 
Mrs. Robinson's fifth grade class. She was called into the hall. She came back pushing a television on a cart and told us the President was dead. We watched TV coverage the rest of the day. On recess we wondered if the Russians were behind it and when the missiles would launch.
 
I was in the 8th grade in the school rec area of Sam Houston Jr. High when some of the kids who had gone home for lunch came back and said the the president had been shot.
The principal came over the intercom in the next class, Algerbra II and said Kennedy was dead.

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I was in a high school gym class in California, everyone was almost speachless for the rest of the day. They announced there would be no school the next day. Almost everyone spent the next few days around an old b&w tv. Sad time.
 
Fifth grade in Mary Queen of Heaven in Brooklyn - we got sent home from school (after saying a chapter of the Rosary for JFK). The following day, saw Oswald shot by Jack Ruby on tv ..........
 
I was not is school yet, I remember going to tell my mom something was wrong with the TV. My cartoons were not on and all the channels were showing the same thing. Turns out it was the news coverage. My parents were stunned.
 
I was in 8th grade Health and Safety class when the news came over the PA. I remember how that was all we watched on TV over the Thanksgiving holiday. I still wonder today if we know ,or for that matter, ever will know the complete story.
 
Fifth grade, just finished delivering the little milk cartons to the classrooms and walked passed the office. Mrs. Cooper the secretary/receptionist had the radio on. As I went by, she jumped up from her desk and ran into Mr. Halliday's office, saying loudly, "They've shot the president!" I got back to my classroom and told the teacher, Miss Adams, what I had just heard. She told me I was probably mistaken. A few minutes later, they began to pipe radio news over the school intercom system. I remember how pale Miss Adams got. All of us kids were pissed off. It hadn't been too long since the Cuban missle crisis. I figured that the Russians and the Cubans were behind it.
 
Mr Myers's chemistry class. He came into class late as he had been listening to tv in the teacher's lounge. I went back to my hometown last month and Mr. Myers was back for the homecoming parade. He may be the last of my teachers who is still alive.
 
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I was 6 years old and upset that my Mother was upset and there were no cartoons on TV.
 
I was on the ASB bridge in Kansas City,Mo.when i heard the news on the radio.Was out of the service 1 mo.,and was on my way to Kansas City,Ks.to go drinking at the Anchor bar.Picked up my girlfriend[my first wife]from high school,later that day,where her friends were crying.I remember it like it was yesterday.:( Thanks for reminding me it was Nov.22nd.
 
Keesler AFB, (Biloxi, MS) living in a barracks built during WWII and going to Ground Radio Repair School from six to midnight on C-Shift.
We had just got back from a work detail of raking pine needles and learned about it when one of the guys turned on a transistor radio.
Speculations went wild and Emotions ran high as we listened to history unfold on that tiny speaker in the open bay.

At twenty, I was the "old" man in the group and the one that some of the "youngsters" turned to for advice.
Sadly, over a third of those brave young Airmen huddled together that day would give their all over the next decade.

John
 
I was in the 5th grade. I remember they sent us home from school. I also remember being glued to the TV for days with the Oswald shooting and the funeral. Seems like forever ago.
 
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I was in the first grade at Rockdale Elementary School, Conyers Georgia. The principal came on the intercom and asked all of the students to bow their heads and pray. For 3 days all broadcast TV was interupted by news. No Leave It To Beaver, no Lone Ranger, no Three Stooges and no Superman, NO CARTOONS!. I was the first generation in our family that grew up in the suburbs.
 
I walked out of a history class headed for the library and saw some guys standing around a car listening to the radio. I asked "What's going on?" and found out that Kennedy had been shot. It was a sickening feeling to hear that news even though I was never a fan of his.
 
I was in last period chemistry, junior year of high school, when the department chairman, a walrus of a man, came in, in tears, and made the announcement. Jack Kennedy was killed that day, but all of us were wounded. And the wound still festers. . .


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