Keeping the muzzle pointed in a safe direction since 2008
I was in 4th grade. The custodian came in and took the teacher out in the hall. A few minutes later he came back in and told the teacher that the principal wanted us to know President Kennedy was dead.We then went down to the big meeting room in the basement of the school and talked about it.Being a Catholic school, we were assigned an essay to write about what it meant to us.
I knew what you are talking about instantly without any hint.I was 3 years old and fifty one years later, I can still remember watching the funeral procession and asking my Grandmother why the boots were in the stirrups backwards.I can still remember the caisson too.This from a guy who can't remember what he had for breakfast anymore.
Also in grade school.
Like you, an eight grader at Pensacola Sacred Heart. We guys were raking the leaves at the convent next to the school (during school hour...). We were told and everyone went to mass that the rector led. Mesmerized for the next few days as it led to the funeral.By the way, I was an Intelligence Officer on the USS John F. Kennedy (CV-67) when it collided with USS Belknap on the evening of 22 Nov 1975. We lost one man from our squadron (YM3 Chivalatte) and 8 men o Belknap.Charles
I was pulled out of Jr. High band to play taps over the intercom. Worst I ever played it.
I sorta resent old person.... :-DI was in Jr. High, we were told the President was shot and killed and school was dismissed. No grief counselors, no nothing, certainly it was never mentioned again. Different times.
I was 25 years old, taking a day off work, ironing a shirt, watching television when I saw it. I will never forget it. Total shock and disbelief.
Third grade. A girl came in the right side door of the classroom, walked across the front, and told Mrs. Turpin. She got up and made the announcement. (I was in my bedroom listening to the TV when Oswald was shot.)
I was 3 years old and had no idea I was on planet earth at the time.Events like this freeze a vivid memory into our minds though don't they.I can see exactly where I was when I got the news that Reagan was shot, and where I was when the first news of 9/11 reached my ears.
I was at a boarding school in England doing my prep with all my classmates a senior prefect came into the classroom and said he had an anouncement to make he told us that the USA president had been shot dead and we were to pack up and go to our dorms and listern to the radio for more news,i remember it so well as the next day the whole school went into mourning for weeks.
I have absolutely no memory of it. I was four. My mother once told me I watched the funeral on TV without moving, then went into the bathroom and threw up.She did have a vivid memory of meeting him when he ran for Senate, and I think voted for him in every election he ran in (being born in Boston and all that).
4th grade. They came on the intercom in the morning and told us the president had been assassinated and dismissed school. I distinctly remember a girl a few rows over starting to cry quietly, and I remember walking the few blocks home. There's a handful of events that I'll remember all my life: that, the Apollo 11 landing, shuttles Challenger and then the Columbia being lost...
3rd grade. My Cousin and I absolutely DID NOT believe that it had happened, as we were the only two kids on the bus ride home that were talking. We just categorically refused. Found out otherwise when we got home and watched TV for the rest of the week.Rich in NC
I was 9 years old and in the 4th grade. I remember one of the eighth graders came to the door of the classroom and spoke to our teacher for a few seconds. She then announced to the class that President Kennedy had been shot. A little while later, that same eighth grader came to the door again. This time sister announced that President Kennedy had died. School was dismissed for the day shortly after that.On the day of the funeral, I remember when the caisson reached the grave site the soldier who played "Taps" hit a sour note.
1st Grade teacher walked us home early, which for me was basically across the street kitty-corner. Mom was crying or for some reason acting emotional - so I cried too. I think the TV was running but I didn't listen to it, only Adults bothered with TV. After some bit of sympathy-crying I took a nap or read books. I was always reading. It was a clear and sunny day so I went outside to play. Dad came home later.
I was stationed at Stead AFB in Reno.It was announced to go to red alert.1st shirt issued us a M-2 (with no ammo) and told to hold the roof of the barracks.All fighter AC were ready to scramble.Nobody knew chit for awhile.
By my math, I had another 16 years of gestation left to do at that point in history.Good thing, too, since my mom was only 10 years old at the time...
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