More Comments: Where were you when Kennedy was killed?

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I was 6 years old & in Catholic School. I heard it in school that the President had been shot. I heard when I arrived home that the President had died. My parents and grandparents were "grey" for a couple of weeks. I remember that there were no cartoons on TV for quite a while. Only funerals and memorials... That was just the start, Bobby Kennedy and MLK were soon to follow... In my hometown there were race riots that forced me and a friend to serve every mass at church for two weeks... When I look back, it all started with JFK being murdered... For me, everthing goes back to that time... The bad concept of everything is only an opinion, and right and wrong are not finite, stems from that time... The moral "death spiral" began in 1963...

Posted by: Tom Nieman

I was 13 and in junior high school. For some reason, I was walking in the halls instead of being in class, and the nurse came running out into the hall crying that the president had been killed. Just a few years earlier, I had taken our portable black and white TV to school so we could watch the Kennedy inauguration in class. A few years later I would graduate from high school in the year of Martin Luther KIng, Jr.'s and Bobby Kennedy's assassinations, 1968.

Watching the president's funeral was personal, because the image of the two small children was like a proxy for the funeral my father never had after dying in Korea. The Kennedy children at the time seemed to be standing for me and my brother.

Early in 1964, I would see the Beatles on Ed Sullivan and it was as if things were coming together to make me feel that the world was changing and that it affected me.

Posted by: kulturkritik

Comments

[Kim M. Bayne]

Today's children will be asked a similar question in 20 or 30 years: where were you when the World Trade Center was attacked? My daughter remembers it as a pivotal time in her life; a precursor to a sadder, darker America. Does history repeat itself? Every generation has a tale that confirms it does.

When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn? -- "Where Have All the Flowers Gone," by Pete Seeger

[Tom Russell]

My wife and I were awaiting the President at Market Hall. We were there at the invitation of the White House directly through a personal friend named Reverend Baxton Bryant. On our tickets are stamped WH - 87 and 88 on them. Other Market Hall invitations were given out by the ultra-conservative right wing Citizens Charter Associaiton and there were few Kennedy supporters among them. I recently had an interview with the curator of the JFK Museum who said he doubted the story. When I insisted the story was true, the administrator did further research and admitted the legitimacy of our White House Invitation. I have two of the invitations and would like to speak to others who have invitations that are so imprinted. I was going to give mine to the JFK Museum but not now.

[RANDY]

I was 7 years old when President Kennedy was killed, i remember i was in the 3rd grade in NYC my teacher was teaching the class when another teacher came in the room and whispered something in my teacher's ear then she left my teacher started to cry then told us we must report to the auditorium, so the whole school went to the auditorium , i didnt know what was going on then the principal made an annoucment to the school and said that President Kennedy was shot and that school was suspended for the day, i remember it being around 1pm when we left, it was on a friday, i ran home and told my mother in shock, and of course she already knew, so one by one my brothers and sisters was coming home from school early, we all gathered around the living room tv to watch the news about the assasination of JFK,it was a very sad day in America that i will never forget.