On This Day In 1963

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John Fitzgerald Kennedy, the 35th President of the United States, was assassinated on Friday, November 22, 1963, at 12:30 p.m. Central Standard Time in Dallas, Texas, while riding in a presidential motorcade through Dealey Plaza.

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I remember it well - was a senior in High School. Tragic.
 

I was still a little kid but remember watching tv for days with my parents as reporters covered everything from the assassination to the funeral. Such a tragic moment for our country and for the world as well. :upset:
 
I was 13 and in school.....I remember them putting the live newscast on the PA system and our teacher crying as she listened to it.

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I was a junior in High School.

I remember being in Mr. Golden's World History class.

We had heard earlier that he had been shot.

Then the Principal, Marion Shambaugh, a little short dude with a nasally voice came on the intercom and said "I regret to advise you that the President is dead". I remember thinking at the time that the choice of the word "advise" rather than "inform" seemed strange to me.
 
That day is one that will forever be crystal clear in my memory -- I even remember what I was wearing (weird, no?). I was working at my first job downtown and we first heard the news as employees' friends/families called to tell them they had seen the news on TV. We didn't really believe it at first, couldn't really conceive that someone had actually shot and killed JFK, but when we saw the flag on the federal building across the street lowered to half-staff, we knew it was true. People just quietly got up from their desks and went down to the main lobby of our building, where there was a TV with news and somebody went over to the federal building and asked them if it was really true. It was. After that (it was about mid-day here) people just sort of went home. Offices and business just sort of spontaneously closed and everyone just went home. It was a very surreal and heartbreaking day.

I was 17 years old and that was the first time I really, on a gut level, realized that unbelievably terrible things could happen right HERE, in our own country. My mother later told me that she had felt much the same way on the Sunday they heard about Pearl Harbor.

My family pretty much stayed glued to the television reports throughout the weekend.
 

Pearl Harbor

JFK assassination

9/11

Too many tragic days seared into our collective memories. Sadly they are more recently replaced by Sandy Hook, Vegas, Pa. Synagogue. Will it never end??
 
Where were you....Nov. 22, 1963??

One that date, 55 years ago, President JFK was assassinated. I remember that date well. It was about 8:30PM in Germany, and a group of us were playing poker in the barracks, when one of the guys rushed in with the radio blaring...stating that JFK had been shot. We were stunned, and sat there listening in silence for a few minutes, then put on our uniforms and headed for the shop. Shortly thereafter the airbase went on full alert, and we stayed at the shop for almost 2 days while details were coming in...at first we thought that this might be the precursor to WWIII....and we all wrote what we thought might be our last letter home.

To this day, I don't think we know the Full story of what actually happened, and WHO was behind it all. The fact that the details of the Warren Commission Report were sealed for decades....and have yet to be fully released....makes me wonder if the US had it's first Presidential Coup on that date.

What do you think????
 
I was in class at high school. Everyone was numb at hearing the news over the PA system. Some kids started crying. The rest of the day we floated through the halls in silence.

There are so many conspiracy theories, it's dizzying.
 
4th grade,Catholic school,principal came in,told us he was shot,we prayed the rosary,came in again,told us he was gone,dismissed school.
They could do that back then,very few working moms.
My family is from Scotland and Ireland,immugrants,one would've thought we had a death in our immediate family.
 
I was six and being in Britain was probably in bed.I can't remember being aware of this at the time.I can't actually remember when I did become aware but I certainly knew by the time I transferred to Secondary School.
 

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