I was 5 years old living in St. Louis with my mom and dad. All I remember is trying to comfort my mama crying so hard and her little crumpled pink tissue. We were watching a tiny b&w tv
Yes, I was walking past my elementary school principle Secretary’s office. She had a TV in her office. My teacher, Mrs. Robinson was sitting on the floor crying.
Yes...I was in second grade walking to the Principal's office taking something for my teacher when a little girl burst out of the office screaming that the President was shot...i stopped and grabbed the wall. To this day i remember how I felt...it was a gut punch.
They made the announcement to each classroom, but we went on with our lessons. There was no TV until we got home. We didn't have very good TV reception but of course watched the coverage. Everyone remembers the funeral.
Except Poppy Bush who claimed he didn't remember where he was...he was in Dallas with his teen son, W....making sure Allen Dulles plans were carried out.
JFK is my namesake. I always thought it was my moms dad John But a few years ago my dad visited and brought a newspaper from JFKs death and explained I was named after him.
I was in 5th grade Catholic school. Priest announced everyone into church. We could barely hear a radio in the sacristy. Priest started prayers. Soon after he left the altar, changed into black vestments and started prayers for the dead. Those of us who understood what was happening did cry; those who didnt understand made fun of us until they found out. Priest told us JFK was killed, school dismissed, go home and pray.
About 50 years later a young man asked me about that day and I told him this, getting choked up, eyes welling up. He asked me if it was that emotional. I told him it was like the whole nation was crying. Stores closed, only thing on the 3 tv stations was coverage of the events until after the funeral. You didnt even see kids on the streets playing, everyone was glued to the tv.
All those pictures you see (LBJ swearing in, coffin too big and difficult to transport, the eulogy, even Oswald being shot) we all saw as it happened.
AND YET Daddy Bush though he was pictured standing against a building in Dallas claimed he didnt remember where he was on that day.
We homeschool and I tell my kids that anyone in history that is "remembered" as a hero is a villain, and anyone vilified is a hero. I grew up thinking Lincoln was great and JFK was a no good womanizer. How that turned around when I became an adult and formed my own views. RIP JFK.
I was 5 years old living in St. Louis with my mom and dad. All I remember is trying to comfort my mama crying so hard and her little crumpled pink tissue. We were watching a tiny b&w tv
I was four. By the time I was old enough it was all about the "conspiracy theories"
My grandmother had one like this. Yes we all remember where we were.
Yes, I was walking past my elementary school principle Secretary’s office. She had a TV in her office. My teacher, Mrs. Robinson was sitting on the floor crying.
Yes...I was in second grade walking to the Principal's office taking something for my teacher when a little girl burst out of the office screaming that the President was shot...i stopped and grabbed the wall. To this day i remember how I felt...it was a gut punch.
Nothing was ever the same again.
Second grade for me too..Miss Brant left the room came back crying sent us home
They made the announcement to each classroom, but we went on with our lessons. There was no TV until we got home. We didn't have very good TV reception but of course watched the coverage. Everyone remembers the funeral.
Except Poppy Bush who claimed he didn't remember where he was...he was in Dallas with his teen son, W....making sure Allen Dulles plans were carried out.
11-22 Why do I feel that is an important Q date?
Oh, yes, it was the worst event in American life for anyone who was a teenager at that time.
I remember our teacher coming in crying and sending everyone home. I was in second grade 7 years old.
These people who are pure evil, not only irrevocably scarred our nation but also the world. I remember the entire world wept...
JFK is my namesake. I always thought it was my moms dad John But a few years ago my dad visited and brought a newspaper from JFKs death and explained I was named after him.
Crazy.
I was in 5th grade Catholic school. Priest announced everyone into church. We could barely hear a radio in the sacristy. Priest started prayers. Soon after he left the altar, changed into black vestments and started prayers for the dead. Those of us who understood what was happening did cry; those who didnt understand made fun of us until they found out. Priest told us JFK was killed, school dismissed, go home and pray.
About 50 years later a young man asked me about that day and I told him this, getting choked up, eyes welling up. He asked me if it was that emotional. I told him it was like the whole nation was crying. Stores closed, only thing on the 3 tv stations was coverage of the events until after the funeral. You didnt even see kids on the streets playing, everyone was glued to the tv.
All those pictures you see (LBJ swearing in, coffin too big and difficult to transport, the eulogy, even Oswald being shot) we all saw as it happened.
AND YET Daddy Bush though he was pictured standing against a building in Dallas claimed he didnt remember where he was on that day.
We homeschool and I tell my kids that anyone in history that is "remembered" as a hero is a villain, and anyone vilified is a hero. I grew up thinking Lincoln was great and JFK was a no good womanizer. How that turned around when I became an adult and formed my own views. RIP JFK.