Where were you?

Everyone seems to remember where they were that day> I was six, and all I really remember was the funeral. It was on television, and it was terrifying to me. I remember seeing the eternal flame, and thinking JFK had gone to hell, and it scared me to death. His dying made me ask many questions. It was a cloudy time for me. it was hard to understand….

RYN; I didn’t say I Was stupid, I just said I felt that way. That’s why at the end I said, “Damn you, I feel stupid. You are dismissed.” I’d been there, done that, and was over it, more or less. STill doesn’t mean I didn’t feel pretty dumb for a while, whether I was or not. God bless, sweetie. 🙂

I was in fifth period English class in high school when they announced it over the PA system. When they closed school for the day shortly after that, no one really knew what to do or where to go-I think we were all in shock.

I was in English class at Eastern New Mexico University.

I was 11 years old. 6th grade. I was in advanced English class with the 8th graders. They grasped what had happened much more quickly than I did. I remember being amazed by the realization that the shooting of Oswald I watched on TV was real.

i was in port huron michigan. sitting down to a meal with friends. i was 19. it felt like the end of the world.

Guess you’ll just have to read my entry from this morning to find out ; )

Was at work, talking to Ken Ehlers, a fellow invesment club friend. We were grieved the President was assassinated. But thought the market’s downward reaction to it made a good oportunity to buy

Diarist Grungepappy has interesting things to say about the Kennedy case. He made many posts about it several months ago. His latest post points to LBJ as the perpetrator

I just remember being in my grandmother’s living room, and my uncle being there with my grandma and me, watching CBS News in black and white. I was four. I was probably at nursery school when it happened.

i was in 11th grade. i was leaving for lunch and a girl with a portable radio came up to me and said that someone had shot the president. she had this funny look on her face, so i thought she was joking. i said, are you kidding? she said no. from that point on, everything felt surreal. then, watching oswald getting shot on live tv only intensified the already surreal series of events

I learned about it years after when I saw a book on my grandparents’ coffee table and it detailed JFK and Camelot. ryn: That was some sound advice you gave. I’ll do my best. 🙂

Second grade classroom, after recess. Bluebird drawing I’d done for class in color chalk was on the blackboard near teacher Mrs Green, who told us. Friday afternoon. I’d turned 7 the month before. My first year in public school. Had several boyfriends competing for my attention at recess & in class. Suddenly no one knew how to act, what to say. Kids sat silent, stunned, cried. Liked JFK much.

Yes, for reason I was home that day and watching it on TV…I can still remember the shock & disbelief, and crying all day long…friends calling each other…just a very sad day!……….

I was a student. When I went home on the train everyone one was sad and talking about it with disbelief. My parents were crying, I’d never seen them so upset. Have just sent my sister a new book about JFK for Christmas. BTW thanks for the note that’s a great leveller and true to life. Warmest hugs M

RYN Don’t be sorry, please. It’s a truth I’ve had too and true to life. Went to bed very early. Had a good sleep and wakened feeling like having a cup of tea. Going back to bed shorty. 4 more hours sleep then up again to hit the road and do my group thing. Love and Hugs M 🙂 Sweet dreams

crossing W. 12th St coming back to the dorm from a chemistry final at OSU; kids hanging out the windows shouting the news; i thought it was a joke at first and waited for the punchline. ironically i now work one block off that same w.12th avenue..six moves, three states and several jobs later……..

Aloha… I was serving in the Air Force… and stationed in Texas… not too far from where he was shot… Me ke aloha…

I was home that day, 20 years old and pregnant with my first child, although I didn’t know it yet. He came home & said “Kennedy’s been shot.” I didn’t believe, couldn’t take it in. Like everyone else, we spent the next days stunned and grieving. In many ways, we have never recovered, as a nation.