Second grade classroom. The intercom came on suddenly, and a radio was being played through it. In retrospect, I wonder if it was Walter Cronkite being broadcast by radio as well as TV.
Parents started arriving at school, unbidden, almost immediately to pick us up.
The local high school football game was cancelled that night, of course, as were the college games the next day. Nothing was on TV but the news.
I saw Ruby shoot Oswald. It's like a dream now. It was incredible that, on live TV, someone could walk up to him in the police station, with a cop handcuffed to him, and shoot him in the gut. Everyone was still in such a state of shock then, that Oswald's murder was in some crazy-seeming way almost predictable and understandable.
I've often wondered how today's kids' reaction to the WTC attack compared with ours to Kennedy's assasination. It hit them pretty hard, and was replayed over and over on TV, and of course school let out early in many places that day also.
Still, I have to believe it was different in 1962. It was the President, after all. And he was young, and had a pretty wife, and kids. Everyone was in a state of shock, disbelief, and great sadness -- as on 9-11, and yet.....