Where were you?
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I was in 6th grade at Montesano grade school in Huntsville, Alabama. Mrs. Laasko, our teacher, came into the classroom and told us what happened. I was a member of the Flag Patrol. Immediately went out, joined other members, the principal and then lowered the flag to half-staff.
A bit late to this one.
Sophomore in high school. Principle announced it end of 6th period. School of 1600 effectively silenced. Nobody knew what to do until buses started showing up. Basketball team gathered waiting for coaches when Charlie the principle showed up and explained to us our lives as we knew them had changed.
The following week was a mental shit show. Started becoming an adult that week, semi any way.
See, feel, and think about it every year on this day.
Sophomore in high school. Principle announced it end of 6th period. School of 1600 effectively silenced. Nobody knew what to do until buses started showing up. Basketball team gathered waiting for coaches when Charlie the principle showed up and explained to us our lives as we knew them had changed.
The following week was a mental shit show. Started becoming an adult that week, semi any way.
See, feel, and think about it every year on this day.
Grade 1 in Montreal. Don't really remember being told or the actual event that much, remember the funeral more. Sad days.
6th grade auditorium watching a Danny Kaye movie. Movie interrupted as Principal informed the school. Shortly after, my appendix ruptured. It was being removed when Ruby shot Oswald.
I was in Mr. Kelly's 9th grade English class. Another teacher, Mr. McCabe, stepped into our classroom and made the announcement in a most solemn and somber voice. Seemed kinda' weird, and I didn't know what to think. We continued on with school that day, but when I got home my mom had the TV on. The non-stop coverage made it finally sink in that this was a big deal.
I was in grade six class in North Vancouver, B.C. The principal announced on the PA that President Kennedy had been assassinated, and school was now dismissed. Lots of girls cried. Everyone was in shock, and I recall realizing for the first time how closely connected Canada and the U.S. are.
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Steelhead
Would anybody cry if the recently past, current, or future Presidents were assassinated? I wonder. I think the country is now too jaded.
I had just seated myself in an English Lit class at the UO campus when the professor announced no class today. I though that's good but then he said the President had been shot. Not good. I hurried to the student union but it was crowded with students trying to get close to a tv so I went to my apartment and was admittedly stunned by the events taking place. I had had the privilege of meeting Kennedy at that same student union when I was 19 and he was a senator campaigning in Eugene. Just a handshake and good luck in the election but after that I was caught up in the excitement and promise he represented in a better future for our country. It was a devastating day to say the least. Now 64 years later I still have difficulty watching tv programs about that time.
Bruce Baker
Life of the Party
I was 4 years old and probably at home. I don't have any memory of this tragic event.
Porter2
Legend
Lady Bird later recalled: “I looked at her. Mrs. Kennedy’s dress was stained with blood. One leg was almost entirely covered with it and her right glove was caked…with blood—her husband’s blood. She always wore gloves like she was used to them. I never could. Somehow that was one of the most poignant sights—exquisitely dressed and caked in blood. I asked her if I couldn’t get someone in to help her change and she said, ‘Oh, no. Perhaps later…but not right now.’”
“And then,” Lady Bird remembered, “with something—if, with a person that gentle, that dignified, you can say had an element of fierceness, she said, ‘I want them to see what they have done to Jack.’”
“And then,” Lady Bird remembered, “with something—if, with a person that gentle, that dignified, you can say had an element of fierceness, she said, ‘I want them to see what they have done to Jack.’”
Mrs. Green's 4th grade class at Central school in Ferndale WA.
I was in the hallway returning to the classroom from the bathroom when a boy came running up the hall making the announcement as if he was Paul Revere announcing the British were coming.
I too remember the girls crying.
School was dismissed and I spent the next 3 or four days watching all the events unfold. Watching LBJ being sworn in, Ruby shooting Oswald, the funeral etc.
I'm pretty sure I had a crush on Caroline Kennedy.
I was in the hallway returning to the classroom from the bathroom when a boy came running up the hall making the announcement as if he was Paul Revere announcing the British were coming.
I too remember the girls crying.
School was dismissed and I spent the next 3 or four days watching all the events unfold. Watching LBJ being sworn in, Ruby shooting Oswald, the funeral etc.
I'm pretty sure I had a crush on Caroline Kennedy.
10th grade...All in shock, girls crying in the hallways...It made no difference that we were in Canada.
Years later, while at a horse show in Dallas, we visited the school book depository building, looked out the same window, stood by the "x" on the roadway, and felt a lot of the the same sadness.
Years later, while at a horse show in Dallas, we visited the school book depository building, looked out the same window, stood by the "x" on the roadway, and felt a lot of the the same sadness.
Ouch, different adjectives come to mind though…