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On this date in Dallas, a husband and father was killed by an ego-centered misfit.

I was in ninth grade social studies class and listened to the event unfold on the radio.

Where were you?

Tom
 
Eighth grade, class outside for a "recess". I was sitting alone on a sidewalk curb, the math teacher came out and sat down beside me, said the President had been shot. We were all sent home shortly after. As the events unfolded that weekend we were in the process of digging the footer for a garage. Whole thing was surreal but sticks to my mind like blackstrap molassas in November.
 
Eighth grade. Cullen Jr. High. Corpus Christi. Band class (I think). Surreal is the perfect word. We weren't innocent any more.
 
I was a 5th grader at Grandin Court Elementary school in Roanoke. Our teacher, Mrs. Leonard, was called out of class suddenly by the Principal on the public address system. She returned later, her face flushed and eyes teared up. She had been crying, so of course, all the girls in the class got upset. We were scared.

She gathered herself, then calmly announced that we should all go straight home, that something very bad had happend to the President. She didn't say he'd been shot.

I was on safety patrol, manning the crossing gates as everyone passed by. All were very quiet, no shenanigans by the usual perps.

When I got home my Mom and her friend were sitting in front of the TV, sobbing. My Mom had campaigned locally for Kennedy, she actually got to see him speak in D.C. She was upset for days. And since Mr. Kennedy was a WWII Navy vet and hero, my Dad was very sad (also a WWII Navy combat vet).

I'll never forget the normally stoical Walter Cronkeit breaking up on the newscast that day.

What a great President he would have been. I'll never forget that day. What a heartbreaker, an incalculable and great loss to our nation.
 
I was home from school that day with the flu. I think I saw laying on the couch watching some show (don't remember what) when the announcement came over the set, "We interrupt this program..." The rest is history.

As an aside, 9 years later (38 years ago today) I was standing in a room in a main recruiter station in Denver with several other guys taking the oath to enlist.
 
Many of us who are responding are similar in age.

I was a 12 year-old 7th grader in Jackson Township Schools (NJ).
School closed early and as we drove home, the bus driver was crying.
Because of JFK's heritage, my parents were very attached to him. We were all very sad but they were devastated.
 
I was in the library of my junior high school (7th grade). Just by coincidence, there was a radio on in one of the office's and I heard the terrible news. It's hard to process things like that when you are so young... that was grown-up stuff. To make matters worse, I returned home from Sunday school and turned on the TV only to witness Oswald getting shot by Jack Ruby. Live TV at it's worst for me.
 
It was about 7.00pm when my fiancee and I got off a train from Liverpool to Gloucester, England, where my father met us in his 2-stroke Saab 96. He didn't drive off at once, but turned the radio on to listen to the news that was coming through from the USA. That's where and when we knew that JFK had been assassinated. We were all shocked.
 
I was at a gas station in North Brookfield, MA with my cousin and we were filling up my new Chevy II Supersport, palomar red car with black/red interior. We were on route to the big city of Worcester for a day of fun. We turned around and I dropped her off at home and then I did the same thing, went home - seemed like we were all lost that day.
 
In Kindergarten, don't remember the actual event, but the funeral still is glued in my brain
 
Senior in high school, driving with a group of other students with our teacher to a social studies fair, listening to the car radio. We had to pull over and all of us cried.
 
I was in geography class. Our teacher, Mr. Davis who was always in control, answered the door and then told us, through tears, Kennedy had been shot.
1/2 hour later we were told he was pronounced deceased.
It rang through Canada as much as the U.S.

On a side note, six years later my oldest son was born.
Very much a day of mixed memories for me.

Dave :grouphug:
 
I was in the sixth grade at Lincoln Elementry school. Do you recall the civil defense training? Or civil defense shelters? Do not eat the snow due to fallout…

JFK made a very brave move with the Cuban crisis.
 
I'm the old f*rt in this group I guess. 23, out of college, wasting a day with a friend doing transformer lightning breaker test at a Duke Power sub station.
We kinda lost interest in the tests after we heard the news.
 
I was in fourth grade.

I went home for lunch that day (open campus lunch period and I only lived about 6 blocks from school); mom always watched "As the World Turns". It was interrupted for Walter Cronkhite's announcement.

I went back to school that afternoon....but I don't think much got done.

I remember my teacher, Miss Holland, spending a lot of time talking to us about the president, etc.

I looked up to Kennedy, even as a 10 year-old.
 
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