Everyone remembers where they were on 9/11/2001 but who remembers where they were on 11/22/1963?
Junior high school, 7th grade, location in school varied by time of day. In school as T-day vacation had not started.
No TV in school, no TV at home - no news until the evening paper came. Even then, not in paper (had to be printed early AM) so had to wait till Dad came home from work to hear the news.
I was 5 years old. I spent the day playing outside and going inside once in awhile to see if my Mom was still upset. She was.
I was in grade school in San Antonio, Texas when a messenger from the principal's came with a note. My teacher read it and ran out the room in tears and a few minutes later we all heard what happened in Dallas. My mom and aunt had just seen the president and Jackie the day before and had commented on how red his hair was. Can't believe how long it has been.
I was four years old, playing in the backyard with my little brother and my dad. I can still remember my mom coming to the back door to tell Dad what had just happened...
I still remember the school principal coming in to tell the teacher something and then she turned on the TV. Then we went home for a long, very sad weekend.
As this was 9 years before I was born, my memories of that day are quite vague.
Mrs. Reynolds' 2nd grade class. In the workroom (dark place next to the main classroom) as I recall. Fitting, isn't it?
I remember going home and my mom watching TV nonstop and crying and crying.
She didn't do that again until the Watergate hearings (the watching TV nonstop part -- she wasn't crying then).
I wasn't born yet.
My sister wasn't born yet.
My parents weren't even a couple yet.
I remember it like it was three months ago. I was in grade school, and when I got home my mother and father were both home, in the dining room, and watching the news on a tv they never used. My father had left work. My mother was saying how whatever had been being said "didn't sound good". She asked me to go to the store for her, and I think she didn't want me watching what was on the tv. When I got to the little grocery store up the street, the tv was on there; and I watched as the guy behind the counter wrapped up what I was buying.
The thing I most remember was that my mother, sister, and I had planned to go Christmas shopping in Boston the next day (Saturday). My mother said we may as well go anyway, because there was nothing anyone could do. (Maybe she thought it would be good for us to get out and away from the tv coverage.) Light snow was falling. The president's picture was "everywhere" (with the black drapes around). The city and train cars were strikingly quiet. We didn't really shop. Instead, we just headed back early.
It's kind of strange for me to remember one thing: When they found out who had shot the president I thought, "Oh, now, I suppose they're going to take off all the tv shows and put a trial on for months." (I hadn't even seen any trials on tv, so I don't even know why I thought of that.) (I just figured someone who commited the crime Oswald had would be on trial for months, because I knew it was a BIG crime.) When that guy was killed (and here's how kids think) I thought, "Oh, good. No trial on tv." In fact, I thought, "Oh good. That takes care of that." On the one hand, I was impacted by the eerie, somber, feeling that was everywhere (at home, downtown, etc.). On the other hand, I was more worried about the president's little kids not having their father. Even with a kid's reaction, everyone was numb with what had happened - even I (in spite of having thought about a trial cutting in on all the tv shows). For those of us who recall it, it was quite the event, and the era, to live through. I was old enough to recall how excited so many people were to have a young president with a young wife and kids, so that made the event that much more sobering, I suppose.
My father died ten years later on November 22. For us, November 22, is a doubly depressing date, because when the president's picture starts showing up for the anniversary (in places like TV), we're reminded of 1963 but also our father's anniversary.
You brought back more memories, Lisa.
I remember our teacher having us write about our thoughts/feelings on the President's assassination.
I wrote to Caroline Kennedy that I was sorry she lost her dad and I would be glad to share mine with her.
My dad's death anniversary is November 24.
In some respects it's kind of cool to have two admired men linked in death in this way. Very sad, tho.
Condolences to you.
Thanks, MM. Same back. Both events were a long time ago, weren't they... ) I do remember thinking how it was just the worst thing in the world that could ever happen to Caroline. (and I don't even think I was thinking about her father's being shot - just dying). I remember thinking how her little brother was "too little to know", so I didn't worry a whole lot about him. (Again - that's how kids think sometimes. )
I don't remember where I was 9/11/2001. Am I supposed to? The shock of what happened kind of took center stage.
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