Anybody remember that day????

The Day JFK was shot, oh my god, I have to go cry under the bed now, that day brings back so many painful memories and tears!! make the pain stop!!!!! :sad::beatdeadhorse5:

 

I had just started 7th grade a few months before and we were playing basketball, out doors, in gym class. It was early on a Friday afternoon, and I was just getting ready to take a shot.

When a live radio broadcast came-on over the school PA system that said: President Kennedy had been shot in Dallas.

At that exact second the game stopped and we all just continued listening to the radio broadcast for continued up dates.

After about an hour perhaps longer an adult came on the PA system and announced school was closed and we should come in doors now and get our coats and other personal belongs and go home. Nothing else was said during this announcement, nor did I see any teachers on my way to my locker.

When I got home about 30 minutes later my mother was ironing cloths at the time and didn't realize what had happened because she never watched TV or listened to the radio during the day; and apparently no one called her on the phone to tell her.

Then she asked me why are you home from so school early, are you sick?

I said no mom President Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas this afternoon.

She looked at me for a few seconds and didn't say a word. Then she walked over to the TV set and turned it on channel 9 where Walter Cronkite was on the air at the time and confirmed the presidents death.

 

My mom, who has a bad memory, actually does Not remember where she was when JFK was shot. funny, since that memory is so ingrained that amnesiacs can remember it.

 

my grandparents got married the day JFK was shot

 

What a horrible day that was

I was a junior in high school. We were in phys ed class, playing some silly game out on the athletic fields, when the vice principal came out and told everyone to return to home room immediately. We didn't even get a chance to change clothes.

They hooked up the radio to the school PA system and we heard Walter Cronkite make the announcement that President Kennedy was dead. We were stunned. I don't think any one of us really realized what it all meant in terms of history. Then when I got home, my mom was sitting in front of the TV set, silently crying. And then somehow I realized.

I truly believe that the United States and the American people have never fully recovered from that day.

 

I was in 6th grade and an announcement came over the PA system that Kennedy was shot, so our teacher got out a radio and we listened to the news on that, you could here a pin drop in that classroom..

Peace

 

I saw it on Mad Men =D

 

I was in tech school at Kelly AFB in San Antonio and saw Air Force One take off for Dallas.

After he was shot our base was put on Red Alert (Don't ask me, IDK). We couldn't leave base and just hung out waiting for whatever.

 

The OP seems to be lamenting the fact that people would remember that year after year.
Of course, anyone younger than around 50 years old, or so, isn't going to have any frame of reference, so I can understand how the OP gets a little fed up. For people too young to remember, it doesn't hold so much power.

I was in 7th grade math class. My teacher's name was Mr. Malmsteen. They played the radio announcement over the school public address system. We weren't all that political at ages 12-13, but many of the kids cried, anyway. I think we all knew that something special had died along with the president, that day. I'm pretty sure it was our innocent belief that the world was in good hands.

 

I think you're absolutely right. I think what died was the unspoken belief that we were safe, that our institutions were safe. It was the symbolic end of the comfort and relaxed oblivion of the 50's.

I think that because of the way he died, and maybe also because he was the first real "television president", Kennedy's life was more chronicled than any president to that time. He had been only an average Senator, but it was like he was born to be President.

And can you ever forget the picture of his young son saluting his coffin as it passed ... ?

 

Yeah, well why don't you stay under there?

The day John Kennedy died was one of the most significant occurances of the past 50 years. And I agree that the United States has never been the same. But like all historical events, the day will eventually come when there will be no one alive who remembers it firsthand, and the only reference people will have is that of the news media.

 

I was taking my motorcycle to Fresno from Coalinga to be worked on and heard the news on the pickup radio.It was surreal--could that actually happen in 1963? There's no way to describe how most citizens at the time looked up to JFK and the sense that something almost magical was going to happen in politics and the country. I've read that at some schools in the south,his death was greeted with celebration.The best book about the assassination,in my view is Mark Lane's "Rush to Judgement",although two new books have just been published,which I intend to get. The truth will probably come out after everyone that was alive at the time is dead.

 

I remember it being the first an only time any empathy or consideration of a larger world entered the family first and only fortress of home life.

 

Strange!! I was born in 52 and I was in 5th grade class when the anouncement was made by the teacher. I may havae started school a year early but some of you really old folks must have been in a higher grade than what you remember .; I think most of remember where we were.

 

I was in the third grade and someone came over the PA system and said that JFK had been shot. Later on our teacher said he died and most of the class cried.:deadxmas:

 

I was in my 4th grade class, it was in the afternoon on a sunny day. My teacher temporarily left the room, and several minutes later she came back in, went to the front of the class and made the announcement that President Kennedy had been shot in Dallas Texas. She then began to cry, and most of the class joined in. We were all violated, as Americans, that day.

 

I was 16 years old and in a Psychology class in high school. I remember everything about that day from the knock on the classroom door to let the teacher know what happened. Prior to that knock I don't remember anything.