I was in 3rd grade at St. Mary Magdalen School llearning fractions. Our church priest told us we had to pray for The President because he had been shot. We spent the next hour on our knees saying the rosary for him. I remember looking out the window at our American flag that we had earlier raised on the flag pole and had sung the National Anthem to as we did every morning. I do remember being scared all day. Anyone else have a story to share? Would be interesting to know what others were doing that horrible day.
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Thank you to all who responded to this question. It was so devastating to me that I never stopped to think if any one else felt the same. My mom saved every newspaper for everyday from the shooting to his funeral. I’ve only been able to look at them 2 or 3 times in 60 yrs! It still brings on the tears💦😢
Yes...💔
I was in junior high school and working on a drawing board in Mechanial Drafting, detailing a cross-section of a Porsche engine, when the announcement came over the school intercom.
A little piece of me died at that moment.
My mom took me to see an RFK rally in Ventura CA.. he was killed right after.
I was in Richardson, TX, visiting family for TG. Pre school age, but I remember. My Aunt was hit really hard by it. Everyone else was stunned.
I was in second grade walking down the hallway taking something to the office for my teacher when a little girl burst out of the office shouting, "the President's been shot!"...I froze and grabbed the wall. It was a gut punch. I still feel sick to my stomach remembering.
It awakened something in me. Life was never the same again...💔🙏
Exactly how I felt!
https://www.umsl.edu/~thomaskp/dpage.htm
Thank you😳 very intriguing and eye opening!
President of the USA being murdered by a lone gunman without their being a conspiracy by those supposed to protect him is near impossible. So many things that were forbidden like open windows, slowing down for sharp angle turns, SS called away form his limo should be a blaring condemnation from the media but they were either inept or complicit.
I was a jr in HS and we were outside in a patio area during lunch break and the principal came out and climbed up on one of the picnic tables and said with his voice shaking "I have an announcement. President Kennedy has been shot. He did not survive" Time just stood still. I remember knowing beyond a doubt that our world was never going to be the same. Even writing this gives me chills up my back and the sting of tears.