Where were you when JFK was assassinated?

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Active Member
Sep 9, 2015
Like a lot of the others here, I wasn't. I was only born a few years later.
But I remember hearing teachers talking about it in school. They all said it was an event for which everyone could remember what he or she was doing when they heard what had happened.


Well-Known Member
Nov 13, 2014
Me to. Slap bang in the middle of my 16th birthday party. Then I looked around and saw one of my best friends engaged in "close action" with my girlfriend. Not my best ever birthday party!
Not me to born in 62, BTW I was 1961. I meant "me to" as in Elvis was my JFK moment, other wise he would have died during my 15th birthday party not my 16th.


Active Member
Feb 14, 2012
I am new to this thread and late in my posting. I was 13 and in Junior High School. We got out of school at about 2PM EST and I walked to my sister's apartment. She was getting married on December 7, (Pearl Harbor Anniversary) and expecting a delivery. She asked me to wait for it. After the delivery, I walked to the corner store (back in the days when there were corner soda shops and variety shops) to call my mother and let her know that I was ready to be picked up. I heard the news on the radio while sitting in the phone booth (yes they still had those at that time, too) and my mother said she had the TV on and already knew. Strangely, when I hung up the receiver, the phone acted like a slot machine and a whole lot of change just poured out of the coin slot. (OK you might ask, did I give the money to the store owner?? Of course not. I was 13 and mostly broke all the time so all that change went into my wallet. It seemed like divine providence to me. I wonder what Sai King would make of that?)


New Member
Mar 22, 2016
3rd grade...I can remember Sister Catherine coming back into the room crying..when I went home, my Mom was crying. When my Dad got home from work he was crying. First time I'd ever seen my Dad cry. We did duck and cover during the Cuban Missile Crisis...which I just read last night in 11/22/63.


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Apr 12, 2006
Bremerton, Washington, United States
I was 4. We were living in New Orleans at the time. My Mom worked as a waitress at the Montleone Hotel and knew some of the players (according to conspiracy theories) and Jim Garrison was a regular at the restaurant. I remember her and my grandparents being very upset but, of course, didn't understand why. But I do recall watching the funeral.
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