Where Were You on 11/22/63 ?
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I was in the 6th grade. We had moved our entire classroom to meet with another teacher's class (an unusual practice to put so many kids in the same room). The announcements came over the intercom and we went back to our normal classroom until the day was finished. We stayed glued to the TV for the next four days. I remember LHW being assassinated. One of my second cousins was a member of the honor guard who watched over President Kennedy's casket as it lay in state.
I learned this weekend that 50 years ago was the occasion when my mother quit smoking. She had remained awake all night watching television and smoking cigarettes. She quit the next morning. My father quit sometime the next year. Neither smoked again.
People often try to imagine other events as the equivalent where you'll always remember where you were. For me, only 9/11/01 compares.
I learned this weekend that 50 years ago was the occasion when my mother quit smoking. She had remained awake all night watching television and smoking cigarettes. She quit the next morning. My father quit sometime the next year. Neither smoked again.
People often try to imagine other events as the equivalent where you'll always remember where you were. For me, only 9/11/01 compares.
not born yet
We were just sitting down to eat noon chow, they came on the intercom said the president had been shot and we went on alert.
Like Neil, I was in 4th grade too. Our teacher and whole elementary school staff were devastated - crying in the halls, etc. We were let out of school and I walked the 5 blocks home and was glue to the TV with my family forever. I'm still watching today.
Dave
Dave
Thank you for your service to our country.
I was working in a gas staition , in Auburn Wa. my wife called and told me . Jim
Muttonchops
Banned
There are lot's of old people here. :thumbup: I was in the second trimester in the womb. I'm starting feel young around here. I bet if I still had hair, it wouldn't be gray?:groucho:
Old people didn't get that way by being stupid early in life or just plain ass dumb later on.........Remember this......... "If it weren't for old people, nary a one of us would even be here."
Muttonchops
Banned
I agree...only the cagey old vet's age gracefully. That's why I gave a thumbs to old people. I'm a younger old person. But Old people ROCK, they have most of the money. The problem...staying alive long enough to enjoy what you worked so hard for. Can I get an Amen?
I was home from school with the flu and watching Perry mason hewn it came accross the the President had been shot. I dont remember my initial thoughts but My mom was at work and I called her to hear,"Oh my God"!
The days that fllowed there was a uge public debate about shcool susending for his funeral. It was determined kiss would treatit as a holiday and aschooll would go ahead as usual.
Chanute AFB Illinois just prior to starting weather observer school.
I cried like a baby...
I had just turned 21, and was watching the motorcade live at my future Mother-in laws house. I cried like a baby...it was a wake-up call to never believe politicians or the news. I knew something was amiss when Oswald said, "I'm a patsy!"
I had just turned 21, and was watching the motorcade live at my future Mother-in laws house. I cried like a baby...it was a wake-up call to never believe politicians or the news. I knew something was amiss when Oswald said, "I'm a patsy!"
At age 19, I was lying on a bunk in a kaserne in Herzogenaurach, Germany.
Clueless and jet-lagged from the 707 cattle car flight from McGuire to Frankfurt, train to Herzo, in-processing to the new unit, I lay on my bunk mulling over the surreal experience of a putzfrau, on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor,detouring around me as I stood pissing into the tallest urinal I had ever seen at the main train station in Frankfurt.
Then, somebody walked in to inform us that the C in C had been shot dead.
pete
Clueless and jet-lagged from the 707 cattle car flight from McGuire to Frankfurt, train to Herzo, in-processing to the new unit, I lay on my bunk mulling over the surreal experience of a putzfrau, on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor,detouring around me as I stood pissing into the tallest urinal I had ever seen at the main train station in Frankfurt.
Then, somebody walked in to inform us that the C in C had been shot dead.
pete