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Discussion in '11/22/63' started by Elsie Snave, Apr 6, 2014.
I had a few years to go before I was born
I was 16 and on a my why home from night school on a number 47 bus, having been studying English & Economics for the Institute of Bankers Examinations at Bromley College here in the UK.
At one of the bus request stops, a passenger got on and announced to everyone that the American President had been shot in Dallas.
There was a stunned silence, then uproar as everyone started talking at once.
I was travelling alone, so sat and listened to the passengers expressing their shock, horror and disbelief.
Being that young I took little interest in international politics, but knew enough to understand that with JFK gone and the Cold War still raging, the World had just become a less safe place.
I was not born yet.
I thought I had posted about this, but it must have been on the old board.
I had just walked my girl friend (now my wife) to a class at Kent State University and went over to a book store just across the street from the campus. They had a radio playing. I was browsing when I realized just what was being broadcast. After my girl friend got done with her class (she had to take a test and heard about the shooting just before she went into the room--she didn't do too well on the test, naturally) we walked over to her dorm and watched TV.
I remember that a lot of the exchange students barricaded themselves into their rooms, sure that rioting would follow. (That's what would have happened in their countries.)
It was a very weird feeling all over campus.
...so sayeth all the 2,500 inmates at my prison...
Grade 4 Geography class. I remember our teacher leaving the room and coming back in a few minutes later pale and crying that President Kennedy had been shot and that it might mean war. Terrifying thought to impressionable 9 year olds!
Thanks for all the replies--very interesting to hear all your stories. It's just one of those moments in history we will all remember. (like the Titanic)
I was 11 and in school in class. One of the other teachers opened the classroom door and motioned for our teacher to come to the door. Some of us could see both of them whispering on the other side of the door, then they were both wiping their eyes. I don't recall anything about school the rest of that day, but at home being in the backyard, trying to have a normal day messing around and couldn't really due to feeling a way I wasn't used to feeling, maybe never had felt before. The personalness associated with my feelings was due largely to the fact that my mom was quite upset, crying a lot and complaining to someone - it must've been her friend next door, my own best friend's mom. I remember the assassination was all my friend who lived across the street and I talked about while we threw a football back and forth.
You can now watch a live webcam from Dealey Plaza that gives the perspective from Oswald's location. The trees have grown up quite a bit obscuring some of the Elm St. One fascinating and bizarre trend is that tourists continually run onto the busy street to get their picture taken on the exact spot of the assassination. It's a bit nerve wracking to watch them pose while traffic is bearing down on them.
EarthCam - Dealey Plaza Cam
I wasn't born until late '67.
My wife's father was in a bad spot when Kennedy was shot. He was a stranger, in Dallas, with a rifle in the trunk of his car. I kid you not. He sat tight until Oswald was caught, then he went to Oklahoma.
Snap! 1981 I was born. I was a "twinkle in my dad's eye" so to speak. Even my mum was just a kid (13).
The only stand out "remember where you were" moment I can remember is September 11th.
hahah well obviously "where were you when you heard Princess Diana died?" isnt a big one in your part of the world but thats about the only other one I know...and what glorious month did you turn up? I'm a lovely Winter June baby.
So true--all of you. Princess Di, 9/11, Martin Luther King, Nelson Mandela--there are, unfortunately, many memorable moments in history. Funny how it's the tragedies that always stand out. Apparently, I am unable to form new memories!!
I wasn't born... But i do remember where i was when my countrys prime minister, Olof Palme, was assassinated in 1986. He was gunned down in Stockholm by someone and i was on the same strret, just a few blocks away filling my stomach with hamburgers and coke and fries. It was my birthday and we were a little drunk after a little party and my friends and I stopped to eat somemore before we said goodbye. We saw the ambulance and made some tasteless jokes about they were probably on the way to pick up some junkie. I have always been ashamed of that.
I remember hearing about John Lennon being shot and killed (December 1980). To me that was shocking and terrible. I was a young Private, having recently joined the Canadian Armed Forces. The older military guys did not really care about it, but I was quite sad.
Oh yeah, forgot about Diana. To be fair though the answer to both 9/11 and Diana are the same - at home watching the news, the Diana story broke in the early hours, just before I was going to bed, and 9/11was around 2pm here and I was in a different sleep pattern then, so I was just getting up and turned my tele on. I actually saw people jumping live on the news - I was thinking WTF??
I'm a full blown real Winter baby - December, apparently one of the worst snowfalls in a long time.
To me 9/11 was devastating and shocking - Diana, not so much - I never idolized her like some of my younger female friends did.
wasn't born yet
In Catholic grade school. I forget the grade. Suddenly Sister Mary Joseph, the principal, burst into the class. She said, "President Kennedy has been shot! Children, come to the church and pray! We need our President!"
Even as a kid, I could be socially inappropriate. I didn't say it out loud, thank goodness, but I remember thinking, "If he dies, he'll be the fourth President assassinated."
The whole school marched over to the church (a good 30 yards away) and we said at least one rosary. I went home, and my parents were glued to the TV. They didn't like Kennedy all that much, but they were horrified by the events.
Nothing else was on the three TV stations. After a couple days, I was tired of the constant news and walked out to read. I then heard my parents yell. They had just seen Ruby shoot Oswald.